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A second anonymous witness testified that Combs pushed her to perform with a succession of commercial sex workers. In one text message she sent to him she wrote, "I don't want to play this role in your life anymore. It's dark, sleazy, and makes me feel disgusted with myself. I feel it's the only reason you have me around and why you pay for the house. I don't want to feel obligated to perform these nights with you in fear of losing the roof over my head." She sent that text in September of 2023 but testified that she participated in "hotel nights" with Combs through the summer of 2024.If you want to read NBC's coverage of the trial, check out our newsletter, “Diddy On Trial”: NBCNews.com/Diddy

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Matching Day: Part 1To love risks more than just her heart.Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.Girls spend their entire lives looking forward to the fateful Matching Day - and whether or not they will admit it, boys, too, have at least a healthy curiosity. It's so reassuring, knowing that in your eighteenth year, you and your age-mates will be paired off, brought together with another from their own community or a surrounding one that match them perfectly. No song-and-dance dating rituals, like the ones in the books Livia liked to read, no old maids, no riotous bachelors; just simple, comforting compatibility."Have you heard?" The hushed, conspiratorial tones issued from the pink-lacquered lips of Livia's best friend, Mara."What?" Livia's low-pitched voice always made her sound disinterested, but she paid close attention to Mara when her friend sounded this urgent."There was a big accident over in Micrague. One guy died!""Oh, that's terrible," Livia murmured, letting her eyelashes drop and rise again to half-mast in a brief show of empathy. It was all she had time for, as Mara leaned suddenly, ever more urgently forward, gripping Livia's arm in both hands."That's not the worst thing," she rolled on. "The guy who was killed? He just turned eighteen. That makes the numbers for tomorrow's Matching uneven!"Two full breaths, painful to the impatient Mara, passed before Livia spoke in response. "So, what, someone won't be paired? A girl will be left without her match?""Whoever matched with him will have no pair on Matching Day," Mara proclaimed ominously. Her eyes were wide and glittering with morbid excitement."What do they do about that?" It was unheard of, as far as Livia knew; there were always even numbers, always a perfect match for everyone.Mara gave an exaggerated shrug. "Maybe she'll never be matched."Livia was surprised into laughter. "They can't leave her without a match forever," she said with certainty. "Maybe they'll search out another community for someone that fits even better than that poor boy who died."Her reassuring confidence sent Mara, humming, away to terrify someone else with proclamations of an eternity alone for some poor girl. The thought nagged at Livia for the rest of the afternoon, though. What if he was matched with me?"Verin Massada," the stern voice called from the central platform, and a stick-thin brunette drifted toward the three steps that lifted her above the circle of impatient teenagers."Philip Pressia." The broad-shouldered redhead that stepped up to take Verin's hand smirked and bowed at the polite smattering of applause that ushered the happy new couple off the stage. Livia smiled approvingly; Verin needed a little more humor in her life.Livia watched each girl she'd grown up with walk back into the circle, shyly clutching the hand of her new mate, and twisted her skirt nervously in her fingers. It seemed forever before the 'R's were called, and the wad of boys brought in from all the different communities steadily shrank. She met the clear grey eyes of one of the remaining boys as Clanley Ritchell was met by a generic-looking, dark-haired boy, and she thought fleetingly, I hope I'm matched with him. He seemed to be thinking the same thing; his face fell a little when he was called up to greet a willowy blond on the dais."Danica Soress," the voice demanded, and Livia stood a little straighter with a sharp intake of breath. Had she been skipped?All the vague, incoherent fears that had accompanied Mara's morbid pronouncement coursed through Livia, charged with shame as some girls recognized the omission and turned to look at her with expressions of varying pity. Livia felt on the edge of tears.She saw the blond - that wretched Salvia - pull the grey-eyed boy down to whisper cruelly in his ear and point in Livia's direction, and she contemplated melting into the dirt.With the blood roaring loudly in her ears, she heard no other names called, and stared fixedly at a nondescript blade of grass in front of her to avoid the glances that were flickering toward her. How can this be? she thought frantically. How can I not have a match?"Livia, what's going on?" Mara's face held ghoulish curiosity with only an edge of concern for her friend, and Livia couldn't deal with her. She turned without a word and marched to the fountain a good distance away from the platform. People were breaking off now, finding secluded spots to get to know this person with whom they'd be partnered forever. Livia, wrapping her arms tightly around her gut, had never felt so alone.How could she have lost a lifetime of companionship without ever tasting it? It was too, too cruel. What right did that boy have to take away everything in one fell swoop? How could he die? She wanted to shake her fist at the heavens, demand an explanation, but she just trailed her fingers through the rippling water in the fountain basin, swallowing hard against the wave of emotions that threatened to show itself grotesquely in her features."His name was Bracken, if that helps," said a voice behind her, and she jumped, throwing water onto her dress. She turned to see that grey-eyed boy approaching, and she prepared herself for the humiliation she was sure to experience at his hands; he had, after all, been matched like everyone else, and she was alone - possibly forever.He did not mock her, though; his eyes held the soft, cautious understanding of someone who pitied another, but was not sure whether that person desired sympathy or not. When she said nothing, he shrugged self-consciously. "Sorry, I realize you might not have wanted to know. I just, he was my best friend. I thought if you did want to know about him, I'd at least let you know who you could ask."A flood of gratitude made it temporarily impossible for her to speak, and then she forced a smile. "I think I'd like to know," she said hesitantly. She wasn't sure; would it be better to know nothing about what she'd never have, or to at least have pleasant thoughts about what could've been? "Can I ask you something now?""Absolutely.""Would I have liked him?"The boy nodded. "I think so. He was quiet at first, it took a while to get to know him. But once you did, there was no one you trusted more." He added, with the hesitation of an afterthought but the seriousness of something he'd intended to say all along, "Seeing you here, there's no doubt that he would have liked you."He gave Livia one last smile and lay his hand over hers for a moment, ignoring the water droplets that sat on it like dew. For a warm second, she felt a rush of what it might have been like to have someone get to know her intimately over a lifetime, to love and understand her and for her to love back, and then the grey-eyed boy was walking with wide strides back to Salvia, and nothing but a hollow sadness remained beneath her breastbone.Livia hated them. All of them.The girls with their softly rolling curls, teased and coached for hours in order to look casually delicate when the boys, their shirts tucked in and their shoes shined, arrived at their doorsteps carrying one or two or twenty flowers in one hand and a shining invitation in the other. They walked with springing steps the short distance to the gathering hall in the center of town, hand in hand or arm in arm, and Livia wanted to throw rocks at the whole lot of them.She had been invited, sort of, to join in on the festivities. The community officials, not sure what to do with the first single person over eighteen in a century, had hesitantly allowed for her participation in all the new couples' activities; so far, she had partaken in none of them.Desperately, she wanted to be a part of the revelry, but she could not force herself to walk into the rooms full of happy girls and their happy boys, and have nothing herself. Her mother, unable to comfort her, had begged her to go to the dance. It was the last night before all the boys would be returning to their own communities, taking their matches with them. It was the last night she would seek Mara, who had paired with a boy from Onek.And she'd tried: she'd gotten dressed, piled her hair up on top of her head and pulled her elbow-length gloves on, but nothing could motivate her to step outside her house as streams of giggling lovebirds trickled by on the way to the hall."Go, Livia," her mother said, coming up behind her with a basket of laundry on her hip. "You should at least go long enough to say goodbye to Mara.""I can't, Mama. Think of how they'll look at me!"Her mother bent Livia's head down to kiss her on the forehead. "It's not your fault, Neinei, and they know that. They feel bad for you. They all want to see you. The world didn't end when that poor boy died.""Bracken," Livia said defiantly. Her mother had refused to say his name, insisting that it was better for Livia to know nothing about what she had lost.Patting her daughter's shoulder, she adjusted her basket and turned to leave. "Go."Livia had retreated around the side of the gathering hall, standing just outside the golden pool of light that poured like honey from the windows. Sobs caught in her throat and were choked down, unvoiced, as she watched Mara and Verin and Danica and dozens of others receive chaste pecks from shy boys as they spun by in their brightly-colored dresses, waving fluted, bubbling glasses and laughing with abandon.And there, the grey-eyed boy, Bracken's best friend, was seated quietly with his hands folded in his lap, listening politely to an enthusiastic rendition of some trivial event or another by Salvia. It was always easy to tell when she was excited about something, as her arms pinwheeled and hands fluttered with no thought to how the gestures went along with the story.He glanced up, and his eyes met, for a moment, Livia's. He looked surprised to see her there, and then a bit sad, and then his gaze drifted back to Salvia, who had grabbed his knee in her earnestness.This infinitesimal rejection, the refusal to even meet her eyes for more than a moment, pushed Livia over the edge. Tears, burning like acid, washed over her face, and she stumbled away from the window, crying with pitiful lack of restraint.She staggered into the sparse forest, the trees providing scattered shelter from curious eyes, if any should choose to drift away from the golden party, and the darkness of the night fit her mood, a strangely soothing thought."Are you alright?" For the second time, the grey-eyed boy's voice jolted her out of her own misery. She would not face him; not now, when her eyes were puffy and irritated, her nose red and her face streaked with dirty tear tracks. He would see her and compare her to Salvia, and she would fall short; she could not handle right now seeing him weigh her that way and find her lacking.His hand on her back was another surprise, and then both his hands weighing down on her shoulders as he stepped closer behind her. "Hey," he said gently. "Everything will turn out fine. Maybe, maybe you'll find someone better than Bracken could have been for you."She forgot her resolution not to face him then, turning toward him with her eyes narrowed to angry slits. "How could I, when everyone is paired already? Besides, I had my chance - he just managed to get himself killed before I could even meet him!" The words came out much harsher than she intended, and the young man in front of her actually took a step back from her ferocity, hunching like she'd landed a blow to his gut. "I'm sorry," she said immediately, automatically. "I shouldn't have said that. He was your friend, ""It's alright," he said, giving her a ghost of a smile and waving his hand with a nonchalance that didn't show in his eyes. He had that gentle look of quiet appreciation of life that came to some people who lost loved ones, but knew that lost friend would be offended if they did not continue to smile. "I know it's probably really hard on you, seeing everyone so, happy." He trailed off, not looking happy in the least."Speaking of happy people, shouldn't you be in there with Salvia?"His face took on the contemplative expression of someone deciding how to phrase something delicately. "Salvia, she's not quite what I expected to find, on my Matching Day. She's, ""Lively?" Livia suggested. "Brazen? Exuberant?" obnoxious," the grey-eyed boy said decisively. "I don't like her at all."Livia smirked. "Well, you have to like her. She's your match. You love her."He shook his head. "No," he said quietly. "I don't.""But she's your perfect match," Livia insisted."But what if she's not?"Livia heard her heart beat twice before she asked, "What?""What if Salvia is not the perfect girl for me? What if the girl that I would love more than anyone else in the world couldn't be matched with me because, there was someone else our age who she would like a little bit better?""That doesn't even make sense," Livia said, shaking her head. "The matches have always been perfect: even numbers, complete compatibility;”"But this time they messed up, right? I mean, you should know. You're the person who's affected more than anyone else.""Well, yes, but;”"So why isn't it possible that they aren't right on everything else? What if they didn't match this girl with me because she would love this other guy more?""Well, so, maybe they did. But if you would love her so much, surely you would want to see her happy, with the man she was meant to be with, right?""Yes," he said, very seriously. "I would want to see her happy.""Then you should leave her in peace with the person she was matched with, and focus on learning to love the girl you were paired with."The interminable silence stretched between them as the grey-eyed boy stared down at the leafy ground and Livia watched the way his hair blew across his forehead in the breeze. At last he said, "What if she wasn't matched with anyone?"Livia's heart sped up, beating double time as she realized what he'd been saying all along, what she'd been too dim to put together until he'd spelled it out. "But you are matched," she said numbly. "Salvia has you."He leaned dangerously far forward, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered into it, "I don't want Salvia."Livia shrank back, confused. These were dangerous words he uttered, dangerous thoughts. People were matched with the people they were meant to be with. How could there be any other way? They couldn't be wrong; there'd been no divorce, no infidelity, no broken hearts in the decades people had been paired this way. Surely it was the right way. It had to be."I don't even know your name," Livia said resolutely, as though that settled the matter and proved him wrong. She pushed against his chest to force him back, feeling the blazing heat of his heart under her palm."It's Mason," he said quietly, and his words had the sound of discussion-ending power to them too. Livia was conscious of the fact that she had not moved her hand from his chest; her fingers curled slightly, enjoying the silky feeling of his shirt over his skin, and the warmth that radiated from his flesh."Go back to Salvia, Mason," she whispered. She realized she was shaking from head to toe, and not from cold. Here was everything she had ever wanted, everything she had imagined when she thought of her Matching Day, but he was not hers. "Please, go back to the party."With a sigh, Mason touched her cheek briefly, the lightest of butterfly wing contacts, and then he turned and vanished into the night, not toward the party, but deeper into the forest. Livia stood for a long time without moving, her mind racing and her heart pounding like a runner's feet, and then she walked, slowly, directly away from Mason."You didn't come to the party last night," Mara said, breaking the silence that stood like frosted glass between her and Livia."No." Livia had gotten no sleep the night before; lying in bed, replaying continually the frightening moments with Mason, her heart had never slowed."Well, I just wanted to say goodbye, " Mara twisted her hands for a moment before wrapping Livia up in a warm and desperate hug. "I'm sorry, Lenny. I'm going to miss you so much."The tension between them melted, and Livia returned the hug tightly, sighing. "It's hard to believe I'll never see any of you again - all the girls I've known all my life! Except for Maize and Crista, they're the only ones who matched with boys from here, right? And I don't really even know them.""Well, you'll see Salvia too, for a little while."Breathe in. Breathe out. "Why's that?""Oh, that fellow she paired with - Mason, isn't it? - his parents have some sort of huge wedding ceremony planned, and they've got a house mostly built for the two of them. They told him to stay here a while, get to know his partner's family for a bit, let her spend some more time with them, and then head back once the house and all the plans were done."Wedding were an extravagance, a luxury that most people went without, especially if they didn't have the means to make it a massive event. The fact that Mason's family was going to such lengths meant they must be well off indeed."So Mason, and Salvia, will be around for a while?""Yeah, at least a month, I'd say."A buzzing numbness in her extremities made it difficult for Livia to respond. She had thought Mason would be gone today, that she'd never have to see him and Salvia together again. But they would be here for a month,"Speak of the devil," Mara said cheerfully, skipping over to greet Salvia as she pranced up the path with Mason's hand gripped in her own vice-like claw. The dark circles under his eyes said that he, too, had had a night with little sleep.

Matching Day: Part 1To love risks more than just her heart.Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.Girls spend their entire lives looking forward to the fateful Matching Day - and whether or not they will admit it, boys, too, have at least a healthy curiosity. It's so reassuring, knowing that in your eighteenth year, you and your age-mates will be paired off, brought together with another from their own community or a surrounding one that match them perfectly. No song-and-dance dating rituals, like the ones in the books Livia liked to read, no old maids, no riotous bachelors; just simple, comforting compatibility."Have you heard?" The hushed, conspiratorial tones issued from the pink-lacquered lips of Livia's best friend, Mara."What?" Livia's low-pitched voice always made her sound disinterested, but she paid close attention to Mara when her friend sounded this urgent."There was a big accident over in Micrague. One guy died!""Oh, that's terrible," Livia murmured, letting her eyelashes drop and rise again to half-mast in a brief show of empathy. It was all she had time for, as Mara leaned suddenly, ever more urgently forward, gripping Livia's arm in both hands."That's not the worst thing," she rolled on. "The guy who was killed? He just turned eighteen. That makes the numbers for tomorrow's Matching uneven!"Two full breaths, painful to the impatient Mara, passed before Livia spoke in response. "So, what, someone won't be paired? A girl will be left without her match?""Whoever matched with him will have no pair on Matching Day," Mara proclaimed ominously. Her eyes were wide and glittering with morbid excitement."What do they do about that?" It was unheard of, as far as Livia knew; there were always even numbers, always a perfect match for everyone.Mara gave an exaggerated shrug. "Maybe she'll never be matched."Livia was surprised into laughter. "They can't leave her without a match forever," she said with certainty. "Maybe they'll search out another community for someone that fits even better than that poor boy who died."Her reassuring confidence sent Mara, humming, away to terrify someone else with proclamations of an eternity alone for some poor girl. The thought nagged at Livia for the rest of the afternoon, though. What if he was matched with me?"Verin Massada," the stern voice called from the central platform, and a stick-thin brunette drifted toward the three steps that lifted her above the circle of impatient teenagers."Philip Pressia." The broad-shouldered redhead that stepped up to take Verin's hand smirked and bowed at the polite smattering of applause that ushered the happy new couple off the stage. Livia smiled approvingly; Verin needed a little more humor in her life.Livia watched each girl she'd grown up with walk back into the circle, shyly clutching the hand of her new mate, and twisted her skirt nervously in her fingers. It seemed forever before the 'R's were called, and the wad of boys brought in from all the different communities steadily shrank. She met the clear grey eyes of one of the remaining boys as Clanley Ritchell was met by a generic-looking, dark-haired boy, and she thought fleetingly, I hope I'm matched with him. He seemed to be thinking the same thing; his face fell a little when he was called up to greet a willowy blond on the dais."Danica Soress," the voice demanded, and Livia stood a little straighter with a sharp intake of breath. Had she been skipped?All the vague, incoherent fears that had accompanied Mara's morbid pronouncement coursed through Livia, charged with shame as some girls recognized the omission and turned to look at her with expressions of varying pity. Livia felt on the edge of tears.She saw the blond - that wretched Salvia - pull the grey-eyed boy down to whisper cruelly in his ear and point in Livia's direction, and she contemplated melting into the dirt.With the blood roaring loudly in her ears, she heard no other names called, and stared fixedly at a nondescript blade of grass in front of her to avoid the glances that were flickering toward her. How can this be? she thought frantically. How can I not have a match?"Livia, what's going on?" Mara's face held ghoulish curiosity with only an edge of concern for her friend, and Livia couldn't deal with her. She turned without a word and marched to the fountain a good distance away from the platform. People were breaking off now, finding secluded spots to get to know this person with whom they'd be partnered forever. Livia, wrapping her arms tightly around her gut, had never felt so alone.How could she have lost a lifetime of companionship without ever tasting it? It was too, too cruel. What right did that boy have to take away everything in one fell swoop? How could he die? She wanted to shake her fist at the heavens, demand an explanation, but she just trailed her fingers through the rippling water in the fountain basin, swallowing hard against the wave of emotions that threatened to show itself grotesquely in her features."His name was Bracken, if that helps," said a voice behind her, and she jumped, throwing water onto her dress. She turned to see that grey-eyed boy approaching, and she prepared herself for the humiliation she was sure to experience at his hands; he had, after all, been matched like everyone else, and she was alone - possibly forever.He did not mock her, though; his eyes held the soft, cautious understanding of someone who pitied another, but was not sure whether that person desired sympathy or not. When she said nothing, he shrugged self-consciously. "Sorry, I realize you might not have wanted to know. I just, he was my best friend. I thought if you did want to know about him, I'd at least let you know who you could ask."A flood of gratitude made it temporarily impossible for her to speak, and then she forced a smile. "I think I'd like to know," she said hesitantly. She wasn't sure; would it be better to know nothing about what she'd never have, or to at least have pleasant thoughts about what could've been? "Can I ask you something now?""Absolutely.""Would I have liked him?"The boy nodded. "I think so. He was quiet at first, it took a while to get to know him. But once you did, there was no one you trusted more." He added, with the hesitation of an afterthought but the seriousness of something he'd intended to say all along, "Seeing you here, there's no doubt that he would have liked you."He gave Livia one last smile and lay his hand over hers for a moment, ignoring the water droplets that sat on it like dew. For a warm second, she felt a rush of what it might have been like to have someone get to know her intimately over a lifetime, to love and understand her and for her to love back, and then the grey-eyed boy was walking with wide strides back to Salvia, and nothing but a hollow sadness remained beneath her breastbone.Livia hated them. All of them.The girls with their softly rolling curls, teased and coached for hours in order to look casually delicate when the boys, their shirts tucked in and their shoes shined, arrived at their doorsteps carrying one or two or twenty flowers in one hand and a shining invitation in the other. They walked with springing steps the short distance to the gathering hall in the center of town, hand in hand or arm in arm, and Livia wanted to throw rocks at the whole lot of them.She had been invited, sort of, to join in on the festivities. The community officials, not sure what to do with the first single person over eighteen in a century, had hesitantly allowed for her participation in all the new couples' activities; so far, she had partaken in none of them.Desperately, she wanted to be a part of the revelry, but she could not force herself to walk into the rooms full of happy girls and their happy boys, and have nothing herself. Her mother, unable to comfort her, had begged her to go to the dance. It was the last night before all the boys would be returning to their own communities, taking their matches with them. It was the last night she would seek Mara, who had paired with a boy from Onek.And she'd tried: she'd gotten dressed, piled her hair up on top of her head and pulled her elbow-length gloves on, but nothing could motivate her to step outside her house as streams of giggling lovebirds trickled by on the way to the hall."Go, Livia," her mother said, coming up behind her with a basket of laundry on her hip. "You should at least go long enough to say goodbye to Mara.""I can't, Mama. Think of how they'll look at me!"Her mother bent Livia's head down to kiss her on the forehead. "It's not your fault, Neinei, and they know that. They feel bad for you. They all want to see you. The world didn't end when that poor boy died.""Bracken," Livia said defiantly. Her mother had refused to say his name, insisting that it was better for Livia to know nothing about what she had lost.Patting her daughter's shoulder, she adjusted her basket and turned to leave. "Go."Livia had retreated around the side of the gathering hall, standing just outside the golden pool of light that poured like honey from the windows. Sobs caught in her throat and were choked down, unvoiced, as she watched Mara and Verin and Danica and dozens of others receive chaste pecks from shy boys as they spun by in their brightly-colored dresses, waving fluted, bubbling glasses and laughing with abandon.And there, the grey-eyed boy, Bracken's best friend, was seated quietly with his hands folded in his lap, listening politely to an enthusiastic rendition of some trivial event or another by Salvia. It was always easy to tell when she was excited about something, as her arms pinwheeled and hands fluttered with no thought to how the gestures went along with the story.He glanced up, and his eyes met, for a moment, Livia's. He looked surprised to see her there, and then a bit sad, and then his gaze drifted back to Salvia, who had grabbed his knee in her earnestness.This infinitesimal rejection, the refusal to even meet her eyes for more than a moment, pushed Livia over the edge. Tears, burning like acid, washed over her face, and she stumbled away from the window, crying with pitiful lack of restraint.She staggered into the sparse forest, the trees providing scattered shelter from curious eyes, if any should choose to drift away from the golden party, and the darkness of the night fit her mood, a strangely soothing thought."Are you alright?" For the second time, the grey-eyed boy's voice jolted her out of her own misery. She would not face him; not now, when her eyes were puffy and irritated, her nose red and her face streaked with dirty tear tracks. He would see her and compare her to Salvia, and she would fall short; she could not handle right now seeing him weigh her that way and find her lacking.His hand on her back was another surprise, and then both his hands weighing down on her shoulders as he stepped closer behind her. "Hey," he said gently. "Everything will turn out fine. Maybe, maybe you'll find someone better than Bracken could have been for you."She forgot her resolution not to face him then, turning toward him with her eyes narrowed to angry slits. "How could I, when everyone is paired already? Besides, I had my chance - he just managed to get himself killed before I could even meet him!" The words came out much harsher than she intended, and the young man in front of her actually took a step back from her ferocity, hunching like she'd landed a blow to his gut. "I'm sorry," she said immediately, automatically. "I shouldn't have said that. He was your friend, ""It's alright," he said, giving her a ghost of a smile and waving his hand with a nonchalance that didn't show in his eyes. He had that gentle look of quiet appreciation of life that came to some people who lost loved ones, but knew that lost friend would be offended if they did not continue to smile. "I know it's probably really hard on you, seeing everyone so, happy." He trailed off, not looking happy in the least."Speaking of happy people, shouldn't you be in there with Salvia?"His face took on the contemplative expression of someone deciding how to phrase something delicately. "Salvia, she's not quite what I expected to find, on my Matching Day. She's, ""Lively?" Livia suggested. "Brazen? Exuberant?" obnoxious," the grey-eyed boy said decisively. "I don't like her at all."Livia smirked. "Well, you have to like her. She's your match. You love her."He shook his head. "No," he said quietly. "I don't.""But she's your perfect match," Livia insisted."But what if she's not?"Livia heard her heart beat twice before she asked, "What?""What if Salvia is not the perfect girl for me? What if the girl that I would love more than anyone else in the world couldn't be matched with me because, there was someone else our age who she would like a little bit better?""That doesn't even make sense," Livia said, shaking her head. "The matches have always been perfect: even numbers, complete compatibility;”"But this time they messed up, right? I mean, you should know. You're the person who's affected more than anyone else.""Well, yes, but;”"So why isn't it possible that they aren't right on everything else? What if they didn't match this girl with me because she would love this other guy more?""Well, so, maybe they did. But if you would love her so much, surely you would want to see her happy, with the man she was meant to be with, right?""Yes," he said, very seriously. "I would want to see her happy.""Then you should leave her in peace with the person she was matched with, and focus on learning to love the girl you were paired with."The interminable silence stretched between them as the grey-eyed boy stared down at the leafy ground and Livia watched the way his hair blew across his forehead in the breeze. At last he said, "What if she wasn't matched with anyone?"Livia's heart sped up, beating double time as she realized what he'd been saying all along, what she'd been too dim to put together until he'd spelled it out. "But you are matched," she said numbly. "Salvia has you."He leaned dangerously far forward, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered into it, "I don't want Salvia."Livia shrank back, confused. These were dangerous words he uttered, dangerous thoughts. People were matched with the people they were meant to be with. How could there be any other way? They couldn't be wrong; there'd been no divorce, no infidelity, no broken hearts in the decades people had been paired this way. Surely it was the right way. It had to be."I don't even know your name," Livia said resolutely, as though that settled the matter and proved him wrong. She pushed against his chest to force him back, feeling the blazing heat of his heart under her palm."It's Mason," he said quietly, and his words had the sound of discussion-ending power to them too. Livia was conscious of the fact that she had not moved her hand from his chest; her fingers curled slightly, enjoying the silky feeling of his shirt over his skin, and the warmth that radiated from his flesh."Go back to Salvia, Mason," she whispered. She realized she was shaking from head to toe, and not from cold. Here was everything she had ever wanted, everything she had imagined when she thought of her Matching Day, but he was not hers. "Please, go back to the party."With a sigh, Mason touched her cheek briefly, the lightest of butterfly wing contacts, and then he turned and vanished into the night, not toward the party, but deeper into the forest. Livia stood for a long time without moving, her mind racing and her heart pounding like a runner's feet, and then she walked, slowly, directly away from Mason."You didn't come to the party last night," Mara said, breaking the silence that stood like frosted glass between her and Livia."No." Livia had gotten no sleep the night before; lying in bed, replaying continually the frightening moments with Mason, her heart had never slowed."Well, I just wanted to say goodbye, " Mara twisted her hands for a moment before wrapping Livia up in a warm and desperate hug. "I'm sorry, Lenny. I'm going to miss you so much."The tension between them melted, and Livia returned the hug tightly, sighing. "It's hard to believe I'll never see any of you again - all the girls I've known all my life! Except for Maize and Crista, they're the only ones who matched with boys from here, right? And I don't really even know them.""Well, you'll see Salvia too, for a little while."Breathe in. Breathe out. "Why's that?""Oh, that fellow she paired with - Mason, isn't it? - his parents have some sort of huge wedding ceremony planned, and they've got a house mostly built for the two of them. They told him to stay here a while, get to know his partner's family for a bit, let her spend some more time with them, and then head back once the house and all the plans were done."Wedding were an extravagance, a luxury that most people went without, especially if they didn't have the means to make it a massive event. The fact that Mason's family was going to such lengths meant they must be well off indeed."So Mason, and Salvia, will be around for a while?""Yeah, at least a month, I'd say."A buzzing numbness in her extremities made it difficult for Livia to respond. She had thought Mason would be gone today, that she'd never have to see him and Salvia together again. But they would be here for a month,"Speak of the devil," Mara said cheerfully, skipping over to greet Salvia as she pranced up the path with Mason's hand gripped in her own vice-like claw. The dark circles under his eyes said that he, too, had had a night with little sleep.

Text us a pool question!In this conversation, Peter, Shane, and Lee discuss the significance of Standard Operating Procedures (SOPs) in the context of aquatic facilities and service businesses. They emphasize the need for consistency, compliance, and the empowerment of staff through well-documented procedures. The discussion also touches on the role of technology and AI in developing SOPs, the importance of detailed procedures, and the necessity of personalizing SOPs to reflect the business's culture and values. The conversation concludes with a call to action for businesses to utilize the winter months for productivity and planning.takeawaysSOPs are essential for consistency in operations.Creating SOPs can empower staff to work independently.AI can assist in drafting SOPs but should be verified.SOPs should reflect the business's culture and values.Regular updates to SOPs are necessary due to changing regulations.Detailed procedures are crucial for compliance and safety.Utilizing technology can streamline SOP management.Winter is a productive time for businesses to develop SOPs.SOPs can enhance the professionalism of a service business.Creating a template for SOPs can save time in the future.Sound Bites"SOPs can feel like SOBs sometimes.""AI can help create a skeleton for SOPs.""Don't trust AI for dosing rates.""SOPs need to reflect your business personality.""It's important to personalize your SOPs.""Make the most of the colder months to be productive."Chapters00:00Welcome and Introductions03:00The Importance of Standard Operating Procedures (SOPs)05:57Creating Effective SOPs for Aquatic Facilities09:09Utilizing Technology and AI in SOP Development11:59Detailed Procedures and Compliance14:48Final Thoughts on SOPs and Productivity Support the showThank you so much for listening! You can find us on social media: Facebook Instagram Tik Tok Email us: talkingpools@gmail.com

Welcome to the Daily Compliance News. Each day, Tom Fox, the Voice of Compliance, brings you compliance-related stories to start your day. Sit back, enjoy morning coffee, and listen to the Daily Compliance News. All, from the Compliance Podcast Network. Each day, we consider four stories from the business world: compliance, ethics, risk management, leadership, or general interest for the compliance professional. Top stories include: George Santos sobs at sentencing. (The Daily Beast) The FCPA pause is a boon to corrupt companies. (Bloomberg) Congress wants to kill PCAOB. (FT) Multiple errors led to a catastrophic crash. (⁠NYT⁠) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On today's episode of the Candice Malcolm Show, Candice dissects the latest news, including Prime Minister Justin Trudeau's crocodile tears, President Trump's on-again, off-again tariffs, the CBC working overtime to cover for the Liberal Party. Candice is joined by award-winning investigative journalist Sam Cooper to discuss Canada's deep and concerning problems keeping foreign gangs out of our country. They discuss how foreign and domestic gangs team up to circumvent our laws and distribute deadly drugs all over the world. Sam and Candice talk about the misguided media narrative, and how Canadian journalists are covering for the Liberal government failures. The worrying connections between drug lords and the Trudeau government is a BIG problem, and the media refuse to dig into it. Later in the show, Candice is joined by Second Street's Colin Craig to talk about Canada's failing healthcare system, how we can fix it and how we can make Canadians more healthy! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

President Trump has sent a message to the world that America will no longer be taken advantage of. Jesse Kelly reveals how it's all gone down. This comes as a major dark money network is being exposed by the Daily Signal's Tyler O'Neil, who joins Jesse as a guest. You'll also hear about new executive orders in the military from an Independent Women's Forum panel. Plus, Steve Deace unloads on Lindsey Graham for his latest betrayal of conservatives. I'm Right with Jesse Kelly on The First TV | 1-27-25See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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In the 5 AM Hour: Larry O’Connor and Julie Gunlock discussed: Selena Gomez cries in video reacting to Donald Trump's immigration orders: 'I'm so sorry' Tom Homan's blunt response to Selena Gomez and her tears for deported migrants 'Dr. Phil' embedded with immigration authorities during ICE action in Chicago Senate confirms Scott Bessent as Treasury secretary Where to find more about WMAL's morning show: Follow the Show Podcasts on Apple podcasts, Audible and Spotify. Follow WMAL's "O'Connor and Company" on X: @WMALDC, @LarryOConnor, @Jgunlock, @patricepinkfile, and @heatherhunterdc. Facebook: WMALDC and Larry O'Connor Instagram: WMALDC Show Website: https://www.wmal.com/oconnor-company/ How to listen live weekdays from 5 to 9 AM: https://www.wmal.com/listenlive/ Episode: Tuesday, January 28, 2025 / 5 AM Hour See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

On this week's ENside Politics, retired Bexar County Judge Nelson Wolff sizes up major candidates for San Antonio mayor, the Gordian knot that is Project Marvel and the fear of losing the Spurs to another city. Suggested reading: Why donors from outside San Antonio are funding mayor's race County tax election for Spurs arena won't happen without more information 'Lying bunch of sons of bitches': Judge Wolff says city should stop pursuing another pro sports team Sign up here for our ENside Politics newsletter: https://www.expressnews.com/newsletters/ensidepolitics/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In today's episode, we go over some of Trump's executive actions since taking office, including his proclamation that there are only two genders, abolition of DEI in the federal government, and pardoning of more than 20 pro-life activists who were targeted by Biden's Department of Justice under the FACE Act. Also, Vice President Vance spoke at March for Life in Washington, D.C., and said that he wants more babies in America. Of course, the propaganda surrounding Trump's new immigration policies is already in full swing, and Vance set the record straight regarding the lack of proper vetting of these illegal immigrants. That didn't stop Selena Gomez from attempting to leverage toxic empathy against well-meaning conservatives by crying on Instagram, though. And was Ketanji Brown Jackson practicing witchcraft at the inauguration, or were her cowrie shells just a fashion statement? Buy Allie's new book, "Toxic Empathy: How Progressives Exploit Christian Compassion": https://a.co/d/4COtBxy --- Timecodes: (04:33) Highlights of Trump's actions so far (11:15) Trump pardons pro-lifers  (19:19) Trump's pro-life advocacy (22:43) VP Vance addresses March for Life (25:45) Trump's New Immigration Policies (47:10) Gaslighting and toxic empathy over immigration (54:07) Ketanji Brown Jackson's cowrie shell necklace ---   Today's Sponsors: We Heart Nutrition — Get 20% off women's vitamins with We Heart Nutrition, where 10% of every purchase supports pregnancy care centers; use code ALLIE at https://www.WeHeartNutrition.com. Pre-Born — Will you help rescue babies' lives? Donate by calling #250 & say keyword 'BABY' or go to Preborn.com/ALLIE. CrowdHealth — get your first 3 months for just $99/month. Use promo code 'ALLIE' when you sign up at JoinCrowdHealth.com. --- Related Episodes: Ep 701 | Progressive, Pro-Life, & Indicted by the DOJ | Guest: Herb Geraghty https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/ep-701-progressive-pro-life-indicted-by-the-doj-guest/id1359249098?i=1000584694938 Ep 1061 | Venezuelan Gangs Have Taken Over Denver https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/ep-1061-venezuelan-gangs-have-taken-over-denver/id1359249098?i=1000668385647 Ep 1122 | New Age Oils & California's Corrupt History https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/ep-1122-new-age-oils-californias-corrupt-history/id1359249098?i=1000683985803 ---   Buy Allie's book, You're Not Enough (& That's Okay): Escaping the Toxic Culture of Self-Love: https://alliebethstuckey.com/book Relatable merchandise – use promo code 'ALLIE10' for a discount: https://shop.blazemedia.com/collections/allie-stuckey Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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David Waldman has a couple of things he would like to talk about today, and a couple of hours to talk about them. Pull up a chair. That SOB was guilty and got away with it again. That about sums it up, the rest are details. This time it's Special counsel Jack Smith saying it. No one has ever committed such crimes before, during, after, or before a presidency, to then be invited to an encore performance. Do you think that the J6 insurrectionist convicted of plotting to murder his FBI investigators will receive one pardon, or two? If Trump can't be found guilty of insurrection, can anybody?  If we act soon, we might be able to squeeze in a thousand impeachment proposals this term, and maybe a few hundred impeachments. Speaking of guilty SOBs, the time for intimidating and silencing Pete Hegseth's witnesses is almost over. Now the question is whether Pete is scum enough to lock in Republican votes.

Pat and Bruce head back into the jungle, trying desperately to get to za choppas, trying to avoid being gutted like a pig, making off color jokes about our girlfriends, asking Dutch what the hell is really going on here, and staying away from ugly SOBs. Yes, it's back to the movies, with all this and more, on this episode of Pat and the Fat Man

Sobs of relief broke out in a federal courtroom in Kansas as dozens of people whose life savings had been embezzled by a bank CEO learned that federal law enforcement had recovered their money. "I just can't describe the weight lifted off of us," said Bart Camilli, 70, who with his wife Cleo had just learned they'd recover close to $450,000—money Bart began saving at 18 when he bought his first individual retirement account. "It's life-changing." In August, former Kansas bank CEO Shan Hanes was sentenced to 24 years after stealing $47 million from customer accounts and wiring the money to cryptocurrency accounts run by scammers. Prosecutors said Hanes also stole $40,000 from his church, $10,000 from an investment club and $60,000 from his daughter's college fund and lost $1.1 million of his own in the scheme. Deposits were "jettisoned into the ether," said prosecutor Aaron Smith. Hanes's Heartland Tri-State Bank, drained of cash, was shut down by federal regulators and sold to another financial institution. Customers' savings and checking accounts amounting to $47.1 million were insured by the Federal Deposit Insurance Corp., which paid off their losses. But there were still 30 shareholders of the community-owned rural bank Hanes helped found—including his close family friends and neighbors—who thought they lost $8.3 million in investments: well-planned retirements were upended, funds for long-term eldercare gone, education funds and bequests for children and grandchildren zeroed out. The shareholders stood to cheer federal Judge John W. Broomes in Wichita after he told them, one at a time, that they'd be paid back in full. The FBI recovered the funds from a cryptocurrency account held by Tether Ltd. in the Cayman Islands. During an earlier sentencing hearing, these victims had called Hanes a "deceitful cheat and a liar," and "pure evil." Margaret Grice came to court figuring she'd get $1,000 back. Instead, she learned she'd be recovering almost $250,000. "I'm just really thrilled," she said. "I can breathe." This article was provided by The Associated Press.

Letha M. Francis is a versatile and accomplished artist whose career spans various creative disciplines, including acting, singing, poetry, writing, lyricism, and music. She holds degrees in English and Political Science from The Johns Hopkins University and has honed her craft as an actress at Studio Theatre Conservatory, Black Nexxus with Susan Batson, and with Gail Charee. As an actress, Letha is recognized for her significant roles in films such as *S.O.U.L of a Black Woman* (2019) and *Deceived* (2013), as well as in the television series *Rose Anglade* (2013, Episode 1). Her dynamic stage presence has captivated audiences at prestigious venues, including Central Park SummerStage, BAMCafe Live, Nuyorican Poets Cafe, the Congressional Black Caucus, SOBs, Joe's Pub, The Knitting Factory, and The Canal Room. Letha's television appearances include features on TV One, the Oxygen Network, and *Finding the Sweet Spot*, as well as her contributions to the national promotional campaign for *Tootsie* on Broadway and professional voice-over work for Al Jazeera America Network TV. A talented musician, Letha has showcased her original song “Travel the World” at the Julliard Fringe Festival as part of the stage show *Ugly* and served as a vocalist in a production of Shakespeare's *The Merchant of Venice*. Her music uniquely fuses elements of Soul, Reggae, Jazz, and Poetry, often accompanied by intense lyrical imagery aimed at inspiring and healing. An advocate for mental health and wellness, Letha's work is informed by her belief in the therapeutic power of creativity—an idea she explored further after learning about occupational therapy during auditions. Currently, she is participating as a lyricist in the Lehman BMI Musical Theater Workshop and is in the process of completing a musically driven screenplay that sheds light on the experiences of BIPOC individuals. Letha is also the founder of L-inkwell, LLC, a multimedia content-producing company. Her latest offering, *Declutter Like a Mutha* is a self-love package that encourages relaxation and creativity through a thoughtful collection of items, including her poetry book which emphasizes the importance of clearing emotional clutter. Additionally, she offers the Core Writing Lab, a course that inspires self-affirmation and expression through various writing techniques. For more about Letha M. Francis, visit her website at https://www.lethamfrancis.com/

In episode 264 of The Just Checking In Podcast we checked in with David Leck. David Leck is a communications professional, writer, editor, copywriter and the business owner and Managing Director of David Leck Associates. Our Founder Freddie met David whilst he was working in the BBC Press Office from 2019-2020. David's career in the BBC started when he was a young man and he worked in various departments before ending up in the HR department. As has been the case throughout BBC history, a restructure was then due to take place and his role was going to be impacted by it. His boss told him there was a six-month role going in the BBC Press Office, he applied and got in. He did that role for three years before leaving the Beeb to take up a Head of Marketing role at a theatre in Kent which he did for five years. Getting tired of theatre marketing life, he left there and went to a PR agency but had a terrible experience there and he decided to become self-employed and start his own PR consultancy business. He then got a short-term, part-time contract with the BBC World Service which allowed him to balance his new communications business and a regular paycheque. Still retaining some BBC contacts, he was asked back to do a few shifts in the BBC Press Office and some 20 years later, he was still there helping out, until he finally called it a day in April 2024. In recent years David has started doing some amazing volunteer work for a suicide bereavement charity called Survivors of Bereavement by Suicide (SOBS). He did this because he lost a close friend called Derek, who tragically took his own life on 6th May 2021. David had known Derek for around 7/8 years but he did not know the extent of Derek's mental health challenges so his death by suicide was a huge shock for him and provoked many ‘what if' type questions. In this episode we chart his various and illustrious professional journey, a peek behind the curtains of the BBC Press Office, his love of the art of writing and some of his favourite projects he's done through David Leck Associates. We then discuss his experience of anxiety and depression, Derek's life, and death and the devastation of suicide loss on the loved ones of that person. We finish by discussing his mentoring role to many BBC press officers throughout the years, his love of martial arts as a positive tool to help his mental health, and his dog, a miniature Schnauzer called Dylan who has brought so much joy and companionship to his life. As always, #itsokaytovent You can find out more about David Leck Associates here: https://davidleck.com/ You can read the article David wrote on Derek's life and death here: https://viewer.foleon.com/preview/6pk7zh4n51/footnotes-sobs You can find out more about SOBS here: https://uksobs.com/ Support Us: Patreon: www.patreon.com/venthelpuk GoFundMe: www.gofundme.com/f/help-vent-supp…ir-mental-health Merchandise: www.redbubble.com/people/VentUK/shop Music: @patawawa - Strange: www.youtube.com/watch?v=d70wfeJSEvk

Meltdown, my New York Times bestseller on the 2008 financial crisis, turns 15 this year. There is a slight chance the world has not studied it enough. Keith Knight and I discuss the myths and realities of what the SOBs did to us. Special Offer: Get Tom's US history courses for free at Book Discussed: Guest's Website: Contribute to their fund drive here:   Guest's Podcast: Guest's Book: Guest's Twitter: @an_capitalist

Can friends become lovers?Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen, in 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.Chapter 1.Two years ago, my wife passed away. Processing the grief has been difficult because it has forced me to reconcile with my new identity as a widower. Supportive friends, neighbors, and colleagues have tried to help get me out of the house and away from the memories. Asking me to join their social events like fundraisers, parties, and cookouts have been great gestures, but I have yet to accept. I don’t feel that I am quite ready for that much socializing, so I stay home and curl up with a good book.It was a little past six on a warm Friday evening in mid-August. Dinner and the cleanup were complete. I settled down in one of the rocking chairs on my porch with my well-worn copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. The sun was just beginning to set behind one of the large maples on the west side of my property. About an hour and a half of filtered sunlight remained to enjoy the evening breezes and read about Frodo’s adventures in Middle Earth. There was a horn toot on the road and I looked up to see Christina Ashby’s blue hybrid turning into the drive.Chrissy and I are both professors at the local college. Although she is 20 years my junior, she is one of my closest and dearest friends. Our friendship goes back eight years to when she first arrived at the college. Since neither her family, nor mine is close by, we have tended to look out for one another. For example, when Chrissy and her husband Jack came down with the flu, my wife Rosalind and I took them food, went to the pharmacy, and helped nurse them back to health. When Roz was sick, Chrissy brought me meals and tidied up around my house. She spent hours with me at Hospice House and was at my side when Rosalind passed away. Chrissy and Jack have continued to look out for me since. I have been a frequent dinner guest, they brought me into their home for the holidays, and Chrissy has come by regularly to check up on me. I was pretty sure that that’s what this was; a wellness check.My relationship with Chrissy has also been flirtatious, but completely platonic. Whenever I am having a conversation with her, we lock into some serious eye contact, not a couple of seconds, but rather several minutes at a time. I get lost in her brown eyes. It’s as if we undergo a mind meld and I can’t look away.I try hard not to be the dirty old professor around campus. The abundance of enticing female flesh that our co-eds display makes that very difficult. For example, when going up the stairs, I always look at the ground for fear of being caught looking up a young woman’s skirt. In person, I spend a lot of time looking into their eyes. With Chrissy it is no different. Her shapely breasts; her firm, toned butt; and her curvy hips present an attractive figure that my eyes are instinctively drawn to. I began looking at her eyes because I didn’t want her to see me checking her out. Looking into her eyes has now become an addiction and I can’t look away.Chrissy is also into exercise, 5Ks are her preferred poison, but she is also an avid hiker. While motherhood added a pound or two to her short, muscular frame, she is in excellent shape. She is a stylish dresser and exceptionally modest. I have rarely seen more than a bare shoulder or calf.I heard her car door slam. Soon she came into view, rounding the front of the house.“Hey, old man. Aren’t you going to Wendy’s party?”“I wasn’t planning on it.”“Well, I’m here to change your mind.”Chrissy was wearing a knee length, white sundress with yellow flats. There was a touch of grey in her blonde hair, and it didn’t appear that she wore any makeup. She didn’t need any. She walked around and climbed the porch steps. I stood and she gave me a nice hug. She’s at least a foot shorter than I am and I could feel her breasts press into my abdomen as she squeezed me tight. I returned the pressure and gave her a fatherly kiss on the top of her head.I breathed deeply, smelling some type of herbal shampoo, “Wow, human contact.”Chrissy stepped back, checking me out, “Have you lost some weight? You look great.”“A couple of pounds. You are simply gorgeous.”She gave me another tight hug. We just stood there for a few moments holding each other. I was savoring her friendship. Finally, we eased off. I motioned to the other rocker and we both sat down.Chrissy's eyes looked a little red as if she might have been crying. I was tempted to say something.She reached over, took my hand, and squeezed it, “How have you been? I’ve hardly seen you this summer.”She didn’t take her hand away and I felt like a teenager again, holding hands with the girl next door. This simple human contact had my heart racing. I looked into her brown eyes and was lost.I was tempted to catch a glimpse of her breasts, but her eyes were bewitching. “Been staying busy with the garden and repairing a spot on the back of the barn. I’ll send you home with some veggies. Mostly just relaxing and doing a lot of reading. How about you?”She pointed at my book, “I love Lord of the Rings. Well, we went out west right after school let out and saw my folks. Been doing a lot of writing. Getting ready to send Jackie off to kindergarten next month.”“Wow! Kindergarten already. Time flies huh?”“He’s growing like a weed. So, are you going to come to Wendy’s party with me?”“Look at me Chrissy I’m all sweaty and dirty.”“Nothing a little soap and water won’t take care of. When was the last time you went out? Socially, I mean.”“Your house for Christmas dinner, I think.”“Are you kidding me?! Quinn, you must come with me. I need a date besides.”“How about Jack?”Chrissy looked away. Something was wrong. Her jaw clenched and started quivering. When her eyes returned to mine, they were brimming with tears. “Jack is a shit.”“What’s the matter?”Tears started rolling down her cheeks. I reached into my pocket and handed her my handkerchief. “It’s clean.”“My dad always has a handkerchief too. Can we walk?”“Sure.”We both stood. Chrissy led me down the steps and waited at the bottom. She held out her hand and I took it. We started slowly strolling down towards my garden and my small meadow.It took her a moment to start talking. “He is an absolute fucker.”She didn’t look at me, her gaze fixed firmly on the ground ahead. Tears were flowing steadily now. She wiped her face every thirty seconds or so. I was surprised at the f-bomb because Chrissy rarely uses profanity. The exception is when she was really pissed off. This seemed to be one of those times. Marriage counseling is not something I would ever attempt, but I remember Roz used to ask me to just listen and not try and fix things.I squeezed her hand, “You can tell me as little or as much as you want. You are one of my dearest friends and have seen me through some rough times. The roughest times.” I stopped walking, “The least I can do is be here for you.”Chrissy reached and put her arm around my waist. I put mine around her shoulder.She took a deep breath. “Jack and I have been fighting a lot. Two months ago he tried to hit me. He missed and I ran out of the house. I stayed with Zoë for a couple of days.”Zoë is our faculty colleague at the college. Chrissy and Zoë are thick as thieves and do everything together.Chrissy continued, “We sort of came to a truce for Jackie’s sake, but I haven’t slept in our bed since. I use the guest room and lock the door. Jack is being a complete asshole. He acts like he’s the only one with a full time job.” I could see the anger rising. “I’m a fucking full-time college professor and he doesn’t lift a goddamn finger around the house! I have to do everything for Jackie. And then…”She stopped walking. Sobs started to wrack her body and she put her hands to her face. I pulled her to me and she buried her face in my dirty work shirt. I just held her as the tears flowed, shoulders heaving. I gave her another kiss on the top of her head. I petted her hair, trying to sooth her somehow. It took a while, but the sobbing eased. She stepped back. Tears and snot were freely flowing. Then her face turned from sadness to madness.Her anger was palpable, “The son of a bitch didn’t come home on Wednesday. I didn’t see him until he came home from work yesterday. He said he was out with his buddies all night. Horseshit he was out with his buddies. He was out fucking someone. When he went to work I checked his laundry. There were cum stains on his briefs and they smelled like someone’s cunt. Sorry, I hate that word, but that what she is; a cunt! He’s a cunt too! I don’t know who she is, but she’s a cunt! The two of them have fucking destroyed my fucking marriage!”She wiped her face one more time and handed back my handkerchief. “Sorry, it’s all wet. I must look like hell.”“It’s a beautiful hell though.”“Thank you.”She turned away from me and stood with her hands on her hips, her head thrown back, looking up at the sky. She was taking deep breaths trying to calm herself. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I didn’t do anything for a minute or two. Finally, I went over and I put my hands on her shoulders. She brought her hand up to mine.Chrissy turned, took my hand, and lightly kissed it. We were standing on the far side of my property at the edge of a maple grove. The sun was angling across the meadow. The sun turned her hair to a golden amber.Her sad eyes gazed into mine, tears brimming again. “What the hell am I going to do?”This woman was in misery. She hugged me and the sobs built up again. I just held her for what seemed the longest time. I remembered holding my daughters like this when they broke up with a boyfriend. This was a hundred times worse. In either case, there was nothing I could do.“I’m sorry,” she wept into my chest.I gently petted the back of her head. We stood there for quite a while. Every so often her body would shake. Eventually the sobbing eased. She leaned back.I handed her the handkerchief again. “Wipe your face again.”“I’ve made a mess of your shirt.”“It was dirty to begin with. Shall we head back?”She nodded and started moving back toward the house arm-in-arm. When we got to the porch stairs, I let her precede me. On the first step she turned around and hugged me again. Of course, I reciprocated and held her tight. With the added height, her face was much closer to mine. She leaned back, but kept her arms around my neck.“Sorry for venting on you. It was really good to get all that off my chest. I’ve told Zoë a little, but it was good to tell you.” Her right hand came up and cupped my cheek. “You really are a dear friend.”Then she kissed me ever so lightly with those beautiful lips. It was unexpected and took my breath away. She had never kissed me before. The softness of her lips sent electricity coursing through my body. I felt my cock stir slightly.I must have had a shocked look on my face because Chrissy suddenly looked concerned, “I’m sorry I was so forward. That was completely inappropriate, but you’re so good to me.”I shook my head, “No. That was fine. I always dreamed what it would be like to kiss you. Now I know.”She put her hand to the side of my face and lightly kissed me again. “So, now you know why I need a date to go to Wendy’s party. Will you go with me?”She put her arms around my neck again. My hands were on her hips.Looking into her eyes I said, “Chrissy, I don’t think I’m ready.”“What’s there to be ready for? You are a handsome, available bachelor who needs to get out and meet some members of the opposite sex.”“But I’m really a widower whose heart is still mending. That’s a lot of socializing. I’m just happy being here with you.”She kissed the tip of my nose. “You are sweet, but I worry about you. Please come with me to the party. I promise you we’ll have a nice time and I’ll have you home before you turn into a pumpkin. You can be my designated driver and I can drink my sorrows away.” She placed both hands on either side of my face. “For me?”I smiled, “Not fair. Christina, you know I would do anything for you.”“Then that settles it.” She gave me a final little kiss.“Okay, I’ll go, but can we just sit here a while? It’s nice just being with you. Just you.”Chrissy turned, climbed the stairs, and we returned to the rockers. She took my hand again, looking over the yard. I could feel her relaxing, the sorrow and anger subsiding. I looked at Chrissy and her eyes were closed. She looked peaceful, which made me feel better. I stole a glance at her breasts hidden under the sundress, was that a nipple? I returned to her lovely face. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, she simply enchanted me.She brought the back of my hand to her soft lips and kissed it, “Thank you my friend.” She opened her eyes. “You have no idea what it means to have someone like you, someone who listens.”Chrissy looked out across the lawn. She rocked back and forth just a little in the rocker.After many minutes she turned to me, “This is such a nice place. I know why you love it here. Quiet. Private. Gorgeous view.”I was still looking at her, “I love the view.”She looked at me, realized my meaning, smiled, and slapped my hand, “You need to get ready.”“Aye aye ma'am,” I said invoking my naval training.“Need me to help?”“What are you going to do, scrub my back?” I asked sarcastically.Her face lit up and with a broad smile, “Sure. I’ll scrub your back.”In hindsight, I think that little exchange opened a door. I looked at her questioningly.Perhaps I was a little dense. “That might be hard. I have a claw foot tub with a shower.”“Well let me see.”I led the way as we climbed the stairs and I showed her the bathroom. “Claw foot tub. Not much room.”“Oh,” she said. “I didn’t expect that. Well, I don’t want to get this wet.”She kicked off her yellow flats. Then with one quick motion, she reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress, and pulled it over her head. Christina stood before me completely naked. Looking back, I would have never thought she went commando. She was breathtakingly beautiful. I’m sure my jaw dropped. Her breasts were quite pert with perfectly proportioned areolas surrounding semi-erect nipples. She had trimmed her pubes into the classic delta; I could see her labia through the shoulder-length blonde hair. I just stared.“Quinn McMullen, you act as if you’ve never seen a naked woman before.”“I have never seen you naked before. You are more beautiful than I ever imagined.”“Well, thank you, but I’m only scrubbing your back remember.” There was a bit of a tease in her voice. She reached out and lifted my chin so she could look me in the eyes again. “My eyes are up here. You always look me in the eyes.”“I do. I love your eyes, but you have always been fully clothed.”“You’re sweet, but we need to get you cleaned.”“Right.” I struggled to regain control. First, I pulled back the shower curtain and started the hot water. Then I went to the towel drawer, “One towel or two?”“One. I won’t get my hair wet.”I took out a towel for each of us and placed them on the towel rack. I reached in and tested the water, bringing up the cold water a bit to adjust the temperature. I put my watch on the vanity, kicked off my shoes, and began taking off my shirt.Chrissy grabbed for my belt. “Here let me help you.”I slowed the unbuttoning and looked down into her eyes. She had my belt undone, pants unbuttoned, and zipper down in no time. She hooked her fingers inside my waistband and dropped my trousers and skivvies in one quick move. My semi-erect cock popped up.She stepped back and admired me, “I guess it has been a while since you’ve seen a naked woman. That’s a very nice package you have there, Dr. McMullen. I especially love your ginger pubes.”“You present an equally pleasing view, Dr. Ashby.”She stepped closer, put her arms around my neck, and looked up into my eyes, “Perhaps it would be a good idea if you kissed me. Really kissed me.”I put my hands around her and on to her naked bottom, pulling her to me. I lowered my mouth to hers, closed my eyes, and gently touched her lips with mine. Electricity ran down my spine. She pulled my face downward, the warmth and wetness of her lips causing goosebumps to break out on my skin. Her body pressed against mine, my erection pressed into her stomach. I felt her lips part and I extended my tongue to hers. I moved my hands to her back and pulled her tight. I have no idea how long we kissed for, but it was heavenly. She pulled away slightly and looked into my eyes.She petted the side of my face and whispered, “The water’s running. We’re supposed to be washing your back.”“Right.” I didn’t move, looking into her eyes. “Can we just stay like this for a moment?”“We have a party to go to.”“Right,” I repeated, sounding like a broken record.I stepped out of my jeans and pulled off my socks. I turned on the overhead shower and stepped over the lip of the tub and in.“You’ll probably want to be on this side, so you don’t get your hair wet.” I extended my hand, helped her over the side, and then closed the shower curtain. “Here’s the soap.”I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and put my head under the showerhead. My mind was in a whirl as Chrissy started soaping up my back.I asked, “Am I getting you wet with this spray?”“A little, but it’s okay,” She said as she began washing my back. She started with my shoulders, kneading the muscles. It was more massage than scrub and it felt wonderful. I stopped for a moment, leaned my head back, and just stood under the shower, luxuriating while Chrissy's hands worked on my back.She gently slapped my butt, “Back to work.”I rinsed my hair.Chrissy's hands moved to my butt cheeks, “You have a very fine ass; do you know that?”“I didn’t, but thanks for the compliment. I think yours is quite shapely as well.”“Thanks, but it’s flat and boney.

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Regaining My Life: Can friends become lovers?By Quinn_McMullen, in 8 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. The characters in this story are flawed, just like you and me. Sometimes they make bad decisions as they struggle to live their lives. Sometimes they make life changing decisions. All characters and situations are complete fiction.Chapter 1Two years ago, my wife passed away. Processing the grief has been difficult because it has forced me to reconcile with my new identity as a widower. Supportive friends, neighbors, and colleagues have tried to help get me out of the house and away from the memories. Asking me to join their social events like fundraisers, parties, and cookouts have been great gestures, but I have yet to accept. I don't feel that I am quite ready for that much socializing, so I stay home and curl up with a good book.It was a little past six on a warm Friday evening in mid-August. Dinner and the cleanup were complete. I settled down in one of the rocking chairs on my porch with my well-worn copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. The sun was just beginning to set behind one of the large maples on the west side of my property. About an hour and a half of filtered sunlight remained to enjoy the evening breezes and read about Frodo's adventures in Middle Earth. There was a horn toot on the road and I looked up to see Christina Ashby's blue hybrid turning into the drive.Chris and I are both professors at the local college. Although she is 20 years my junior, she is one of my closest and dearest friends. Our friendship goes back eight years to when she first arrived at the college. Since neither her family, nor mine is close by, we have tended to look out for one another. For example, when Chris and her husband Jack came down with the flu, my wife Rosalind and I took them food, went to the pharmacy, and helped nurse them back to health. When Roz was sick, Chris brought me meals and tidied up around my house. She spent hours with me at Hospice House and was at my side when Rosalind passed away. Chris and Jack have continued to look out for me since. I have been a frequent dinner guest, they brought me into their home for the holidays, and Chris has come by regularly to check up on me. I was pretty sure that that's what this was, a wellness check.My relationship with Chris has also been flirtatious, but completely platonic. Whenever I am having a conversation with her, we lock into some serious eye contact, not a couple of seconds, but rather several minutes at a time. I get lost in her brown eyes. It's as if we undergo a mind meld and I can't look away.I try hard not to be the dirty old professor around campus. The abundance of enticing female flesh that our co-eds display makes that very difficult. For example, when going up the stairs, I always look at the ground for fear of being caught looking up a young woman's skirt. In person, I spend a lot of time looking into their eyes. With Chris it is no different. Her shapely breasts; her firm, toned ass; and her curvy hips present an attractive figure that my eyes are instinctively drawn to. I began looking at her eyes because I didn't want her to see me checking her out. Looking into her eyes has now become an addiction and I can't look away.Chris is also into exercise, 5Ks are her preferred poison, but she is also an avid hiker. While motherhood added a pound or two to her short, muscular frame, she is in excellent shape. She is a stylish dresser and exceptionally modest. I have rarely seen more than a bare shoulder or calf.I heard her car door slam. Soon she came into view, rounding the front of the house."Hey, old man. Aren't you going to Wendy's party?""I wasn't planning on it.""Well, I'm here to change your mind."Chris was wearing a knee length, light blue sundress with yellow flats. There was a touch of grey in her brown hair, and it didn't appear that she wore any makeup. She didn't need any. She walked around and climbed the porch steps. I stood and she gave me a nice hug. She's at least a foot shorter than I am and I could feel her breasts press into my abdomen as she squeezed me tight. I returned the pressure and gave her a fatherly kiss on the top of her head.I breathed deeply, smelling some type of herbal shampoo, "Wow, human contact."Chris stepped back, checking me out, "Have you lost some weight? You look great.""A couple of pounds. You are simply gorgeous."She gave me another tight hug. We just stood there for a few moments holding each other. I was savoring her friendship. Finally, we eased off. I motioned to the other rocker and we both sat down.Chris' eyes looked a little red as if she might have been crying. I was tempted to say something.She reached over, took my hand, and squeezed it, "How have you been? I've hardly seen you this summer."She didn't take her hand away and I felt like a teenager again, holding hands with the girl next door. This simple human contact had my heart racing. I looked into her brown eyes and was lost.I was tempted to catch a glimpse of her breasts, but her eyes were bewitching. "Been staying busy with the garden and repairing a spot on the back of the barn. I'll send you home with some veggies. Mostly just relaxing and doing a lot of reading. How about you?"She pointed at my book, "I love Lord of the Rings. Well, we went out west right after school let out and saw my folks. Been doing a lot of writing. Getting ready to send Jackie off to kindergarten next month.""Wow! Kindergarten already. Time flies huh?""He's growing like a weed. So, are you going to come to Wendy's party with me?""Look at me Chris. I'm all sweaty and dirty.""Nothing a little soap and water won't take care of. When was the last time you went out? Socially, I mean.""Your house for Christmas dinner, I think.""Are you kidding me?! Quinn, you must come with me. I need a date besides.""How about Jack?"Chris looked away. Something was wrong. Her jaw clenched and started quivering. When her eyes returned to mine, they were brimming with tears. "Jack is a shit.""What's the matter?"Tears started rolling down her cheeks. I reached into my pocket and handed her my handkerchief. "It's clean.""My dad always has a handkerchief too. Can we walk?""Sure."We both stood. Chris led me down the steps and waited at the bottom. She held out her hand and I took it. We started slowly strolling down towards my garden and my small meadow.It took her a moment to start talking. "He is an absolute fucker."She didn't look at me, her gaze fixed firmly on the ground ahead. Tears were flowing steadily now. She wiped her face every thirty seconds or so. I was surprised at the f-bomb because Chris rarely uses profanity. The exception is when she was really pissed off. This seemed to be one of those times. Marriage counseling is not something I would ever attempt, but I remember Roz used to ask me to just listen and not try and fix things.I squeezed her hand, "You can tell me as little or as much as you want. You are one of my dearest friends and have seen me through some rough times. The roughest times." I stopped walking, "The least I can do is be here for you."Chris reached and put her arm around my waist. I put mine around her shoulder.She took a deep breath. "Jack and I have been fighting a lot. Two months ago he tried to hit me. He missed and I ran out of the house. I stayed with Zoë for a couple of days."Zoë is our faculty colleague at the college. Chris and Zoë are thick as thieves and do everything together.Chris continued, "We sort of came to a truce for Jackie's sake, but I haven't slept in our bed since. I use the guest room and lock the door. Jack is being a complete asshole. He acts like he's the only one with a full time job." I could see the anger rising. "I'm a fucking full-time college professor and he doesn't lift a goddamn finger around the house! I have to do everything for Jackie. And then..."She stopped walking. Sobs started to wrack her body and she put her hands to her face. I pulled her to me and she buried her face in my dirty work shirt. I just held her as the tears flowed, shoulders heaving. I gave her another kiss on the top of her head. I petted her hair, trying to sooth her somehow. It took a while, but the sobbing eased. She stepped back. Tears and snot were freely flowing. Then her face turned from sadness to madness.Her anger was palpable, "The son of a bitch didn't come home on Wednesday. I didn't see him until he came home from work yesterday. He said he was out with his buddies all night. Horseshit he was out with his buddies. He was out fucking someone. When he went to work I checked his laundry. There were cum stains on his briefs and they smelled like someone's cunt. Sorry, I hate that word, but that what she is, a cunt! He's a cunt too! I don't know who she is, but she's a cunt! The two of them have fucking destroyed my fucking marriage!"She wiped her face one more time and handed back my handkerchief. "Sorry, it's all wet. I must look like hell.""It's a beautiful hell though.""Thank you."She turned away from me and stood with her hands on her hips, her head thrown back, looking up at the sky. She was taking deep breaths trying to calm herself. I wasn't sure what to do, so I didn't do anything for a minute or two. Finally, I went over and I put my hands on her shoulders. She brought her hand up to mine.Chris turned, took my hand, and lightly kissed it. We were standing on the far side of my property at the edge of a maple grove. The sun was angling across the meadow. The sun turned her hair to a golden brown.Her sad eyes gazed into mine, tears brimming again. "What the hell I am going to do?"This woman was in misery. She hugged me and the sobs built up again. I just held her for what seemed the longest time. I remembered holding my daughters like this when they broke up with a boyfriend. This was a hundred times worse. In either case, there was nothing I could do."I'm sorry," she wept into my chest.I gently petted the back of her head. We stood there for quite a while. Every so often her body would shake. Eventually the sobbing eased. She leaned back.I handed her the handkerchief again. "Wipe your face again.""I've made a mess of your shirt.""It was dirty to begin with. Shall we head back?"She nodded and started moving back toward the house arm-in-arm. When we got to the porch stairs, I let her precede me. On the first step she turned around and hugged me again. Of course, I reciprocated and held her tight. With the added height, her face was much closer to mine. She leaned back, but kept her arms around my neck."Sorry for venting on you. It was really good to get all that off my chest. I've told Zoë a little, but it was good to tell you." Her right hand came up and cupped my cheek. "You really are a dear friend."Then she kissed me ever so lightly with those beautiful lips. It was unexpected and took my breath away. She had never kissed me before. The softness of her lips sent electricity coursing through my body. I felt my cock stir slightly.I must have had a shocked look on my face because Chris suddenly looked concerned, "I'm sorry I was so forward. That was completely inappropriate, but you're so good to me."I shook my head, "No. That was fine. I always dreamed what it would be like to kiss you. Now I know."She put her hand to the side of my face and lightly kissed me again. "So, now you know why I need a date to go to Wendy's party. Will you go with me?"She put her arms around my neck again. My hands were on her hips.Looking into her eyes I said, "Chris, I don't think I'm ready.""What's there to be ready for? You are a handsome, available bachelor who needs to get out and meet some members of the opposite sex.""But I'm really a widower whose heart is still mending. That's a lot of socializing. I'm just happy being here with you."She kissed the tip of my nose. "You are sweet, but I worry about you. Please come with me to the party. I promise you we'll have a nice time and I'll have you home before you turn into a pumpkin. You can be my designated driver and I can drink my sorrows away." She placed both hands on either side of my face. "For me?"I smiled, "Not fair. Christina, you know I would do anything for you.""Then that settles it." She gave me a final little kiss."Okay, I'll go, but can we just sit here a while? It's nice just being with you. Just you."Chris turned, climbed the stairs, and we returned to the rockers. She took my hand again, looking over the yard. I could feel her relaxing, the sorrow and anger subsiding. I looked at Chris and her eyes were closed. She looked peaceful, which made me feel better. I stole a glance at her breasts hidden under the sundress, was that a nipple? I returned to her lovely face. I couldn't take my eyes off her, she simply enchanted me.She brought the back of my hand to her soft lips and kissed it, "Thank you my friend." She opened her eyes. "You have no idea what it means to have someone like you, someone who listens."Chris looked out across the lawn. She rocked back and forth just a little in the rocker.After many minutes she turned to me, "This is such a nice place. I know why you love it here. Quiet. Private. Gorgeous view."I was still looking at her, "I love the view."She looked at me, realized my meaning, smiled, and slapped my hand, "You need to get ready.""Aye aye, ma'am," I said invoking my naval training."Need me to help?""What are you going to do, scrub my back?" I asked sarcastically.Her face lit up and with a broad smile, "Sure. I'll scrub your back."In hindsight, I think that little exchange opened a door. I looked at her questioningly.Perhaps I was a little dense. "That might be hard. I have a claw foot tub with a shower.""Well let me see."I led the way as we climbed the stairs and I showed her the bathroom. "Claw foot tub. Not much room.""Oh," she said. "I didn't expect that. Well, I don't want to get this wet."She kicked off her yellow flats. Then with one quick motion, she reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress, and pulled it over her head. Christina stood before me completely naked. Looking back, I would have never thought she went commando. She was breathtakingly beautiful. I'm sure my jaw dropped. Her breasts were quite pert with perfectly proportioned areolas surrounding semi-erect nipples. She had trimmed her pubes into the classic delta; I could see her labia through the short, brown hair. I just stared.

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As if being murdering SOBs weren't enough, the Nazis were also thieving rats. During WWII, they stole billons in gold from countries they overran and moved it to Germany. But at the end of the war, only part of it was recovered. Where's the rest? Find out the extent of our knowledge in this classic episode.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

First artist of Season 4 is a BIG DEAL!!! Jay Elle Music TUNE IN ON ROKU https://boomzbeatz.com/watch-live/Jay Elle and her single/video "No Man" that has taken the industry by storm! Jay Elle brings smarts, sass, and soul to empower women through her Rhythm & Blues infused Hip Hop music. No Man” is a suggestive new anthem for women set to turn up the heat in any weather or storm. Jay Elle displays a flawless blend of flirtatious and daring vibes and lets women know it's ok to explore pleasure without the ties of a relationship. “She don't want no man, don't want no man, we just need a dude that got that tool and keep it handy.” Seductive yet classy, bold yet fitting…Press play and “don't be surprised if I f*** your mind up.” Official "No Man" Music Video - https://youtu.be/ZeY5j-cVvFE?si=8bfa4Wid7dQiC8jQConnect with Jay ElleIG: https://www.instagram.com/jayelletheboss/FB: https://www.facebook.com/JayElleMusic/ X: https://twitter.com/JayElleTheBossTT: https://www.tiktok.com/@jayellemusicwww.jayellemusic.comJay Elle EPKFrom the vibrant streets of Brooklyn emerges a voice that captures the essence of New York's urban spirit - Jay Elle. A unique blend of smarts, sass, and soul, Jay Elle's music resonates with a sound that's both fresh and familiar, making her a standout in today's music scene.Every great story has a beginning, and for Jay Elle, it started right at home in Brooklyn. As a young girl of just 5, her living room transformed into a stage every Friday night. Surrounded by family, she would sing, dance, and perform, with the city's rhythm as her backdrop. These early performances weren't just child's play; they were the foundation of a budding artist, a glimpse into the star Jay Elle was destined to become.Jay Elle's music is a harmonious fusion of Rhythm & Blues and Hip Hop. Drawing inspiration from the city that never sleeps, she's crafted a sound that's as diverse and dynamic as New York itself. Her voice, powerful yetsoulful, has the ability to both captivate and connect with listeners. From heartfelt ballads to upbeat anthems, Jay Elle's range is a testament to her versatility as an artist.Over the years, Jay Elle has treated fans to a series of mixtapes, each reflecting a different chapter of her musical journey. From her debut "Instafame" to her hit "The Wait Is Almost Over," she's consistently showcased her growth and creativity. Her single "No Man" has become a fan favorite, embodying themes of fun, empowerment, and independence. Jay Elle's energy is electric, especially when she lights up stages at iconic venues like SOBs in NYC.But Jay Elle is more than her melodies. She's a storyteller, weaving narratives of love, life, and the city into her songs. Her vibrant personality shines through not just in her music, but in her interactions with fans, making her both relatable and endearing. In essence, Jay Elle isn't just an artist; she's an experience, a musical journey that leaves an indelible mark on all who come across her path.As Jay Elle continues to rise in the music world, her story serves as an inspiration to many. A testament to passion, perseverance, and the power of authenticity, Jay Elle Music is a name you'll want to remember. Join her on this journey, and discover the sound of the city like never before.For artist inquiries, please contact:Darrell Jenkins Management at darrelljenkins56@gmail.com.https://tarjimlewisburgess.wixsite.com/mztml1980...@followers TML @highlight Upnorth City Girlz Exotic Baddiez Tarji aka Mztml The Media Loopz #Artist #Explore #advertisehere #music #product #Merchandise #Marketing #Branding #promotion #promo #advertise #Music #Newengland #Hiphop #upnorth #SXSW #brandambassador #ambassador#fashiondesigner #BRANDS #explorepage #RealTalkWithTML #RTWTML #ATL #EASTCOAST All reactions:20You, Keitha Lewis, Blü Mønïi and 17 others

But seriously: WHAT THAT TONGUE DO True Believers? Podcast 616 has finally reached the last Sony / Spiderverse movie (for now…). We are of course taking a critical look at the critical mess that is Venom: Let There Be Carnage! Joining your carnal host, Damon, on this venomous second outing are Tim Lamphier and Jeff Murdoch. Together these three form a sembiotic entity and ponder:Why is Venom so corny?Can two teen psychos stay in love for decades?And - is there a secret connection between Venom and the HBO series Veep?All that plus an examination of Venom's queer narrative and the souls greedy SOBs at Sony - Sorry, Venom wrote that. So get your shriek on, draw a doodle about your past murders, and tip your convenience store clerks - because Venom has a hold on Podcast 616 and baby she ain't letting go!Listen. Subscribe. Michelle Williams, again?Hosted by: Damon RoysterProduced by: Michael SeijasThe Press Play Podcast NetworkFollow us on Twitter: @pressplaypodsFor Sponsorship plans and more information, please email: admin@pressplaypodcasts.comTo listen to all our shows and learn more about our network, please visit www.pressplaypodcasts.com

The Biden campaign is facing a buyer's market among voters and will really have to up its persuasion game, particularly with voters of color. Plus, Nikki packs it in, Republicans went for the craziest SOBs, and Kamala's coming heavy lift on the campaign trail. Haines joins Tim Miller today.

YouTube influencer Ruby Franke learns her fate. Joining Nancy Grace Today: Donna Kelly – Former Utah Senior Deputy District Attorney and Attorney for Crime Victims Legal Clinic; Helped form the Utah County Sex Crimes Task Force Dr. Dana Anderson – Forensic Psychologist and consultant, court appointed expert witness, Twitter: @psychologydrcom, TikTok: @psychologydr Jason Jensen – Private Investigator (Jensen Private Investigations), Cold Case Expert (Salt Lake City, UT), and Co-founder: “Cold Case Coalition;” Investigations; Twitter: @JasonJPI, Facebook/Instagram: “Jensen Investigations”  Dr. Free N. Hess – Pediatrician/Pediatric Emergency Medicine, Child Safety Expert & Consultant, Founder of www.PediMom.com Emily Ashcraft- Reporter for KSL.com in Utah; Twitter: @emilyjaneen3  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A fine Friday crossword by Christina Iverson, who is, at least based on her NYTimes record, unable to write any other kind. Jean tore through this like nobody's business, Mike almost met his Waterloo in the southwest corner, but somehow managed to scrape by, ending in ALLSMILES rather than SOBS. All the deets are inside, as well as a Generally Excellent Comment about the NBC chimes, so please download, listen up, and enjoy!Contact Info:We love listener mail! Drop us a line, crosswordpodcast@icloud.com.Also, we're on FaceBook, so feel free to drop by there and strike up a conversation!

Wendy Williams broke down while detailing her money issues and mental and health struggles in her first sighting in a year, RadarOnline.com has learned.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

0:29: A new chapter in an old rivalry4:32: Games like this were made for Candlestick 5:04: A quick message for those SOBs in Philly7:56: There are no excuses for the 49ers not to reach the Super Bowl23:28: The Curse of Big Dom is absolutely real24:24: The concerning numbers behind an expanded NFL playoff26:53: The two collpases of the NFC33:38: Jason Kelce was so great he can't be hated — even if he was an Eagle41:29: Damon's massive USC-sized mistake and why it might be time to Roll Tide?1:02:45: Draymond returns and the Warriors lose againSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Happy New Year That! crew! 2024 is and those lazy SOBs that host this show are on their final week of vacation until they get their pampered asses back into the studio to discuss those comic-related current events I'm sure you have been missing. On the last holiday special join Mendte, Mashko, Features, and Huey as they break down what they are most excited for in 2024. This may seem like an off-year with only Deadpool 3 left to keep us hyped, but they guys will show you that there is plenty to look forward to in 2024. We hope you had an awesome safe holiday and we can't wait to get back to our bagged and boarded world with you all this year! Fun things in store and that's That!ThatComicPodcast.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/that-comic-podcast--5896499/support.

Interview by Manny Akiio   / mannyakiio   We recently sat down with Wayno for an exclusive “Off The Porch” interview! During our conversation he discussed moving around a lot while growing up, dropping out of the 9th grade, hanging around the wrong crowd, surviving his tough environment, his interest in shoes & gaming, getting into the music business at the age of 17, getting fired from Def Jam, working temporarily at a sneaker store, landing an internship with Roc-A-Fella Records after leaving his sneaker job, the current state of internships right now, getting appointed A&R at Roc-A-Fella, going right back to square one after Roc-A-Fella broke up, his friend John encouraging him to step back into music and the creative after taking a step back, transitioning into hosting shows at SOBs, managing Dave East, balancing his career while still living in the projects, Nas giving him and Dave East their flowers, his journey on the show Everyday Struggle, his current role at Quality Control and more!  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We talk with Spoken-Word Poet, Rashan Brown, or you may know him by his stage name, Rush (The Mic). Rashan is the brilliant mind behind "Poetry Me, Please" – a vibrant community platform and event series that serves as a global stage for poets to let their creativity flow through the power of words. With showcases in NYC drawing in a whopping 500 people on an average night. Rashan has created something really extraordinary not only for the artists but also for audience members.  Rashan has been featured in PIX11, NBC, Ebony, REVOLT & The Grio. Rashan's voice and brand have partnered with LLoyd Banks, Harlem's Fashion Row, NY Independent Schools, Accenture, Columbia Business School, Republic Records, Rupi Kaur, TIER, AfroFuture, City Winery, The Cutting Room & SOBs. Connect with Rashan and Poetry, Me Please on their website, Instagram, YouTube and TikTok. Don't forget to book your tickets for the November Showcase at The Apollo on Saturday, November 25th  Make sure to follow this podcast everywhere you find podcasts, leave a rating and a review, and slip into our Instagram DMs at @wasitchance. More about Heather via @heather_vickeryandco on Instagram and Threads, @Braveheather on TikTok, and listen to The Brave Files More about Alan via @theatre_podcast on Instagram and listen to The Theatre Podcast with Alan Seales EPISODE TAKEAWAYS Poetry Me is a digital and physical platform for Poets all over the world. Rashan started writing poetry during High School Heartbreak After being a teacher for several years, Rashan found himself back in the spoken word world for a friend's Showcase. He was drawn to recreating this wonderful feeling but not charging the artists for performing. Poetry is a style of a collective of words you're putting together - in a “poetic style.” Spoken Word is the passion that you put behind the poetic style. It's tone, volume, body involvement. The intentional risk was in marketing himself and Poetry Me, Please. Rush (The Mic) is a performer who does all sorts of spoken word with corporations as well as showcases. Community is for poets in general but specific for Black and Brown poets. The crowd has a deep experience by hearing these spoken-word poets share their experiences on stage. Rashan is always focused on pouring back into the community. Poetry Me, Please is fully funded through ticket sales. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Liberals vs. leftists once again, with the principal conclusion being that trying to find and join your tribe by shouting online—Schmittian picking-an-enemy as the core of your identity—is no way to go through life, son. Nor is artfully screenshotting in order to make sure your readers do not see the sentence just below the ones you quote.In which we discuss the positions of “Brianna”, Matt”, and “Ezra”—who are SubTuring concepts in our minds with whom we have parasocial relationships, and are not real persons named Brianna Wu, Matt Yglesias, and Ezra Klein—on where the boundary is between the decent, realistic, progress left on the one hand, and people who need to get a clue and stop making own-goals on the other.Background:Key Insights:* No Schmittposting— trying to find and join your tribe by shouting online—Schmittian picking-an-enemy as the core of your identity—is no way to go through life, son. * Nor is artfully screenshotting in order to make sure your readers do not see the sentence just below the ones you quote.* Don't pick bad and stupid ends to advocate for—anarcho-pastoralism, the elimination of the United States or America, abolishing police, abolishing prisons, degrowth, destroying statues of Ulysses S. Grant, calling for the cancellation of Abraham Lincoln.* Do think, always: will this post advance humanity's collective smartness as an anthology intelligence?* Don't call for throwing public money at nonprofits in urban America.* Advocate for a political focus on social issues only when they are ripe—when the pro-freedom and pro-flourishing position is genuinely popular.* But the Democratic Party and the left can and should focus on both economic and social issues—and should be smart about doing so.* Blue-state politicians should be willing to press the envelope on social issues—witness Gavin Newsom as mayor of San Francisco on gay marriage.* Purple-state politicians should stress that this is a free country for free people, which means:* economic opportunity…* social freedom—you should be able to live your life without the government harassing you, and without neighbors and merchants harassing you by refusing service when their job is to serve the public…* collective wealth…* collective concern—global warming may not be so bad for you in the medium-run, but it is a serious medium-run problem for those SOBs in Florida and Louisiana, and for rural communities at the wildfire edge…* Red-state politicians need our thoughts and prayers.* Policy analysts and legislative tacticians should design and implement policies that are:* successes…* visible, perceived successes…* that build coalitions by the wide of visible distribution of their benefits…* but that do not allow individual coalition partners to become veto point owners: seats at the table, yes; dogs in the manger, no…* Left-wing think-tanks should not take money from “leftists” who want to use procedural obstacles to block green investments in their backyards.* Hexapodia!References:* Preliminary Food for Thought for Þe “Hexapodia” Taping:* Brianna Wu: ‘There's a huge schism… Policy Leftists and Infinite Leftists…* Matt Yglesias: The two kinds of progressives: ‘Moralists vs. pragmatists…* Ezra Klein: The Problem With Everything-Bagel Liberalism: ‘Cost, not just productivity, is a core problem for the U.S. semiconductor manufacturing industry…* Brad DeLong: Pass the Baton…* Noah Smith: Our climate change debates are out of date…* Noah Smith: Degrowth: We can't let it happen here!…* Noah Smith: ‘Once you realize that the animating drive of all NIMBYism on both the left and the right is to be able to live in perpetually-appreciating single-family homes with no poor people nearby, everything they say becomes instantly comprehensible and intensely boring.* Rocket Podcast +, of course:* Vernor Vinge: A Fire Upon the Deep  Get full access to Brad DeLong's Grasping Reality at braddelong.substack.com/subscribe

Carm Capriotto hosts a panel discussion on family businesses, specifically focusing on the challenges faced by sons of bosses (SOBs). Andrew Marcotte and Anthony Campanella share their experiences of working in their family businesses and the unique dynamics that come with it. They discuss the perception of nepotism and the importance of earning respect and value in their own right. They also discuss leadership development, work-life balance, communication, and succession planning in family businesses. Andrew Marcotte, American Pride Automotive, 5 locations, Virginia. Andrew's previous episodes HERE Anthony Campanella, Paul Campanella's Auto and Tire Center, 5 locations, Delaware and Pennsylvania Show Notes: Watch Video Episode  The challenges of being in a family business (00:01:04) Discussion on the unique dynamics and challenges of working in a family business, including the pressure to succeed and the need to earn one's position. Nepotism in family businesses (00:02:19) Exploration of the negative connotations and perceptions associated with nepotism in family businesses, and the importance of earning respect and value independently. Learning to be a leader in a family business (00:06:39) Conversation about the innate qualities and acquired skills necessary to become an effective leader. Positive affirmations and leadership development (00:08:16) Discussion on the effectiveness of positive affirmations in leadership development and the importance of focusing on minor wins. Work-life balance in a family business (00:09:22) Exploration of how to draw the line between work and personal life in a family business and the realization of not letting work interfere with personal time. High expectations in a family business (00:14:20) Being expected to handle various issues and tasks in the family business due to their upbringing and the trust built over the years. The importance of communication (00:16:42) The significance of effective communication in their businesses and how it helps in avoiding misunderstandings and aligning perspectives. Transitioning to a visionary role (00:18:00) Andrew talks about his plan to become the visionary for the company and the importance of having a support staff in place for a smooth transition. Complementing each other's strengths (00:20:37) Anthony and Andrew highlight how their different approaches to decision-making, one being data-driven and the other relying on gut feel, complement each other and contribute to the success of their businesses. The importance of transparency and trust in growing a small business (00:24:02) Being transparent and trustworthy in order to grow a small business and change the negative perception of the automotive industry. The value of networking and community involvement in the automotive field (00:24:57) Anthony shares how his father taught him the value of networking and being involved in the community to build a positive reputation in the automotive industry. The impact of peer mentorship and learning from others in the industry (00:27:49) The profound effect of being part of a coaching group like Transformers, where they have been able to...

Saifedean returns today so we can discuss more issues, including the economics of energy, how genuine free-market economists handle "externalities," and what capitalism is really all about. Sponsor: With the threats of getting doxxed, or suffering identity theft, or having data brokers distribute your information, there's no time like the present to keep your private information private -- and that's what DeleteMe can do for you. Take 20% off all consumer plans at , using code Woods.

Daniel Boguslaw from the Intercept joins our discussion on union leadership and whether or not it is wrong to chew on mic MERCH poddamnamerica.bigcartel.com PATREON + DISCORD Patreon.com/PODDAMNAMERICA

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It's been more than a decade since a 17-year-old New York girl disappears during a spontaneous Spring Break trip to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Now, Brittanee Drexel 's remains have been found and her killer has confessed.  Drexel was last seen on video after she walked out the Bar Harbor hotel near downtown. She texted her boyfriend that she was returning to her hotel and was never seen again.  Convicted sex offender Raymond Moody was first questioned about the girl's disappearance when Drexel when missing.  Police searched Moody's residence but found nothing to link him to the crime.  Technology advance in the years since rekindled suspicions that Moody was the killer and he has pleaded guilty to the charges of murder and first-degree sexual misconduct. He has been sentenced to life in prison.     Joining Nancy Grace Today: Dawn Drexel - Victim's Mother  Jarrett Ferentino - Pennsylvania Attorney/Homicide Prosecutor, Attorney to Dawn Drexel Angela Arnold - Psychiatrist, Atlanta GA www.angelaarnoldmd.com, Expert in the Treatment of Pregnant/Postpartum Women, Former Assistant Professor of Psychiatry, Obstetrics and Gynecology: Emory University, Former Medical Director of The Psychiatric Ob-Gyn Clinic at Grady Memorial Hospital Sheryl McCollum - Forensic Expert & Cold Case Investigative Research Institute Founder, ColdCaseCrimes.org, Twitter: @ColdCaseTips  Dr. Michelle DuPre - Former Forensic Pathologist, Medical Examiner and Detective: Lexington County Sheriff's Department, Author: "Homicide Investigation Field Guide" & "Investigating Child Abuse Field Guide", Forensic Consultant DMichelleDupreMD.com  Nicole Boone - Special Events Anchor, WBTW (Myrtle Beach), Host and Producer: "Conversations with Nicole" podcast, www.wbtw.com, Facebook.com/Conversations.Nicole.Boone, Instagram: @nicoletvnews, Twitter: @WBTW_NicoleB, Youtube: "Conversations with Nicole"  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

SUPPORT SEAN & ORDER HIS NEW BOOK TODAY: https://tinyurl.com/um9sdaex ________________________________________________________________ Today's world is getting darker every day, and it's getting more difficult to do what's right. Sean Feucht, author and worship leader, was attacked by Antifa, and was even fined by Chicago for worshipping God in public spaces during the height of the scamdemic. He has lives a bold life without fear of man. That's what he's here to talk about: Why he did it, how he did it, and the difficulties of going against the status quo. Most of you know that I've recently been seeking God more in my life. Having been quite far from God, I am now trying to learn how to live more closely to what God wants for my life. That's what these interviews are going to be about, just exploring the craziness of life and learning from people much wiser and more consistent than I am. I'm hoping you all enjoy the conversations just as much I do. These will not interrupt our regular podcast or weekend livestream schedules. If you enjoy this type of content, please let us know below. We separated it from our weekly show, as we understand SOBs are not all interested in this type of heavy spiritual content and just want to laugh at the craziness in the world. ________________________________________________________________ ⇩ FOLLOW THE GUEST ⇩ SEAN FEUCHT YT: https://www.youtube.com/c/seanfeucht WEBSITE: https://www.seanfeucht.com/ INSTA: https://www.instagram.com/seanfeucht/ TWITTER: https://twitter.com/seanfeucht ________________________________________________________________ Become a subscriber at BlazeTV https://get.blazetv.com/slightly-offensive/ use my code "ELIJAH" to get $10 off a full year ________________________________________________________________ Slightly Offens*ve Merch: https://shop.blazemedia.com/collections/elijah-schaffer ________________________________________________________________ ➤BOOKINGS/INQUIRIES: JOSIAH@SLIGHTLYOFFENSIVE.COM _________________________________________________________________ ⇩ SOCIAL MEDIA ⇩ ➤ INSTAGRAM https://www.instagram.com/slightlyoffensive.tv ➤ TWITTER: https://twitter.com/ElijahSchaffer ➤ FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/officialslightlyoffensive _________________________________________________________________ The Idea Of A Free Society...For Kids! Head to https://teachrealprinciples.com for a unique book series that introduces the important ideas that schools no longer teach. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices