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Serait-ce la fin de l'optimisation fiscale pour les GAFAM ?La semaine dernière,  l'Assemblée Nationale a voté le doublement de la taxe sur les services numériques

What is going on with a website to report ICE Operations? What will the National Guard look like in Espanola? Billy Billingham from 'Special Forces' joins BV to discuss the current season. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Et si la souveraineté numérique devenait un KPI comme les autres ?La commission européenne a récemment publié le "cloud sovereignty framework", une grille d'analyse structurée visant à mesurer de manière concrète le niveau de souveraineté numérique d'un système informatique. 8 critères, 4 catégories et un score final dans un document qui permet de faire passer la souveraineté numérique d'un concept politique à un élément tangible et mesurable.Une initiative qui permettra de faire progresser le sujet de la souveraineté numérique en Europe ? Ou qui aura surtout pour effet de la bureaucratiser ?Alain décrypte la façon dont l'Europe transforme la souveraineté en instrument stratégique dans ce nouvel épisode de Bonjour les Spotters !Bon épisode à tous

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In this episode of Speed This Week, we explore the highs and lows of NASCAR with our hosts as they dive into the latest happenings in the racing world. From the fallout of William Byron's spotter being fired to the exciting announcement of Brendan Butterbean Queen as Dodge's first driver, we cover it all. Join us for in-depth discussions on the upcoming Talladega race, the playoff dynamics, and the intense competition in the Truck and Xfinity series. Don't miss out on this thrilling ride through the world of motorsport!

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 2 A Quick Execution Plan In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             If my life is a mirror, why does mine have to be one-way with me on the wrong side.     Christina was waiting for me when I came out, minus her servant (classes had just been let out so she hadn't snared one yet), but she'd gained three sidekicks who looked upon me with varying degrees of amusement and contempt. The shortest of them, a sexy brunette with a foxy-like face glared at me with ill-disguised hate, over what I had no idea. "Come on, Zane," Christina said as she handed me her book bag, "time to face judgment." "Face judgment?" I mused. "Are we really going there? I made an honest mistake and besides, isn't forgiveness of sins the prime Christian virtue?" Angry Girl grabbed my arm and yanked but the sad facts of physics and my contrariness kept her from moving me. The girl ground her teeth, on the cusp of rage. "Zane, come," dictated Christina calmly. "Heaven, release him before he starts crying to the liberal media about physical abuse." Heaven? Seriously, who names their daughter Heaven, I thought, then I remembered where I'm standing. I meekly went to Christina's side when Heaven released me, then we started making our way to the Administration Building. My phone went off and I checked the message and had to snicker. It was Iona and apparently the girls are starting to use my time as some sort of currency. "What was that all about?" another sidekick asked. This one was actually friendly. "I'm Chastity," she identified herself. "Hey, Chastity," I grinned back to her. "That was an enterprising freshman who is keeping track of which lady has requested my Handmaiden services, and now I'm apparently being swapped around." "You are a whore," snarled Angry Chick Heaven. "Listen," I shot back, "this is your crazy tradition, not mine. I'm only doing what my upperclassmen are demanding of me. I'm acting like any other incoming freshman. But I have to admit, I haven't actually read the handbook yet." "Let it be, Heaven," advised Christina. "This will all be over in thirty minutes and he'll be gone." On that note, I turned to the last unnamed senior. "So what's your name, if you would be so kind as to tell me?" "Faith," she replied cautiously. I kept grinning. "I swear, if you ladies have a girl named Hope in your close circle of friend we should form an all-girls 80s-style punk rock band. I'll be the manager, constantly clashing with Christina over artistic differences," I rambled on. "You are kind of a nut," Chastity pointed out. "I'm on the verge of the shortest college career in history so I admit to being a bit nervous," I confessed, and surprise of surprises, Chastity placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. Somehow that made Heaven angrier with me, which I didn't think was possible. Before I could delve into the psychoses of Heaven, we arrived at the Chancellor's office. I gave Christina her bag as the girls abandoned me once the secretary ushered me in with a disdainful sniff of her nose. Inside were six women but I only recognized two: Chancellor Doctor Melrose Bazz and Ms. Goodswell, who also happened to be my assigned Spiritual Advisor. "Come in and sit down, Mr. Braxton," commanded Doctor Bazz. Since the only open chair was directly in front of her desk and flanked by the other chairs (so I'd be doubly flanked), I took my seat. "As you must now understand, there has been a horrible error," the Chancellor continued. "To rectify this situation you will withdraw from Freedom Fellowship University effective immediately. Your tuition will, of course, be refunded." She slid some papers in front of me. "I take it everyone knows who I am, ma'am, but who am I in the room with?" I inquired. "Sign the papers," insisted Doctor Bazz. "Can I think about this?" I inquired. "No," she answered. "Are you sure?" I persisted. "Yes," she snapped angrily. "Okay, then, I'm not signing," I decided. Everyone stirred restlessly. "You don't have a choice," one of the unnamed women in the room declared. "Security will hand you over to the Sheriff's Department as we remove you if you don't leave sensibly." "That sounds like a lawsuit," I noted. "You are mistaken, Mr. Braxton," the Chancellor glared. I noticed the unnamed woman farthest from me looked less than convinced; that made her the college's lawyer. "Chancellor, I have a deep respect for you and for the school you so expertly shepherd. I'm not out to embarrass this institution." I tried to relate to all of them. "The problem for you is that at no time in the registration process was I ever asked if I was male," I began my argument. "I entered my first name in as Glenn; your computer system transcribed that over to Glenda. At no time did I attempt to deceive the administration. I also can call forth witnesses from my dorm floor that will testify that I clearly didn't understand this was a woman's institution of higher learning." "You are being highly disruptive to the school and you've already been in one fight in your first four hours of school," another unnamed member announced. "Pardon me, but I don't know who you are," I asked the woman. "Dana Gorman, Head of Security and Dean of Athletics," she snipped. "Coach Dana, I was not aware that anyone was hurt and since I wasn't supplied my Handbook until yesterday afternoon when I went to my dorm room, I had no idea about the Handmaiden's Duty. I did find my roommate pinned to the ground with three girls sitting on her while she screamed and cried. I pushed/kicked them away and picked her up. I acted with charity and compassion," I put my best spin on the case as possible. "Doctor Josephine Sergeant, Dean of Sciences," the other unnamed woman introduced herself. "I'm not sure how I can fit you into my program, Mr. Braxton. The corpses Advanced Biology students work on are all female." "Doctor, I would imagine if I do become a doctor, I will have to work on women from time to time," I countered. "Mr. Braxton, nothing good can come of your intransience. Sign the papers, take the fall off, and find another school more fitting to your nature and gender," the Chancellor spoke. "I'll fight," I replied. We had a still moment, then Ms. Goodswell cleared her throat. "Zane, why do you want to stay?" "Short answer: this school has nine hundred women and one me; what's not to love? Long version: my inheritance is based on me being eighteen and in a college of my Aunt's choosing. It is too late for me to get into another program this year so if I don't fight, I go broke. I have nothing to lose." "Ms. Lane," the Chancellor addressed her lawyer, "is there any reason we can't escort Mr. Braxton to the gates right now?" The attractive young lawyer brushed a stray strand of her lovely light brown hair before responding. "There does seem to be a flaw in the administration software. There is no sexual differentiation key. Medical files were submitted as required and they clearly identify him as being male so there was no indication of evasion on his part, we missed it. FFU can expel him if he doesn't leave of his own accord but he definitely has a lawsuit against us." That gave people food for thought. It took Ms. Goodswell to save the day and I didn't really expect that. "Mr. Braxton, do you promise us to be an exemplary student if we allow you to stay out the semester?" "Of course," I promised. "Well, we can't keep him where he is," insisted Dana, shocked and angry. "We can keep him in his residence hall but place him in the Solarium. We can fix up something for him by tonight, and we have him cleared to use the fifth floor showers as schedules allow," Ms. Goodswell suggested. "The place is a mess," Dana grumbled. "I'll work to make it better as time allows," I volunteered. "Mr. Braxton, wait outside while we discuss this," commanded the Chancellor. I took my cue and left quickly. Christina and clique were sitting patiently waiting for me. She stood and made to leave. "I was told to wait here," I informed her, which brought the whole troop up short. "What are we waiting for?" Christina inquired. "Oh, I have them over a barrel so I insisted they assign one of you to be my bed warmer for the rest of the week. They are debating on which one of you gets the honor," I teased. "You bastard," spat Heaven, getting in my face. "You are a vomitus piece of filth!" "Just for that, you are next," I grinned devilishly at her. "Huh?" she looked far angrier than uncertain, "Next for what?" "Oh, during the upcoming sex orgy I host, you are 'Next'. See," I sighed dramatically, "I'm not likely to remember your name so when I call out 'Next,' I mean you." I had a split second to decide whether I'd duck or not. Training was screaming at me to half-step back while bringing up an arm to block but, Pow! I staggered back to the wall and slumped halfway down to the floor. Heaven kept coming and kicked me twice in the shin before Chastity and Christina pulled her off me. She was still sputtering and growling when the Chancellor's door opened up and Ms. Gorman stepped out and closed it behind her. "What is going on here?" she hissed. "There was a misunderstanding," Christina answered. "Actually, Heaven punched me after I deflected one of her insults," I countered. "Now I have to ponder civil litigation." "What?" Christina asked cautiously. Heaven was less diplomatic or restrained. "You provoked me," she accused me. "Do you know word one about my sexual habits? Could you prove a believable threat to you or someone around you? Barring that, you just committed assault," I informed Heaven. "You are willing to gamble we would betray Heaven to someone like you?" Faith threatened. "No," Dana answered for me. "I have little doubt that Mr. Braxton has noted that all classes and administration rooms have cameras." She seemed bitter about her own security procedures. The rest of the girl posse seemed equally unhappy except for, "Come on," Chastity told me as she offered me a hand up. I took it and quickly was upright once more so that we were chest to chest. "Please don't do this, Zane," she said evenly. Heaven scoffed. "Very well, Chastity, because it was you who requested it, but I do ask for one thing in return," I told her. "Of course he wants something," Heaven snarled sarcastically. "Actually, all I want is five minutes with Heaven," I explained, and when Heaven rolled her eyes and Chastity looked uncomfortable, I added, "no physical contact at all, only sitting down and talking." "She'll do it," Christina agreed. "No!" balked Heaven. "You'll do it or be expelled and face possible jail time," Ms. Gorman stated. "No," it was my turn to say. "I was joking; I won't press charges against Heaven." "She can still be expelled," Dana insisted. "For what?" I asked. Dana looked at me cautiously. "Hell, we were just fooling around; right ladies?" No one said anything because to speak was to court the sin of falsehoods. "Yes," said Christina, taking the plunge; the others nodded. Dana bored me into place with her gaze, weighing her options. "Keep it down out here," she snapped to the room, "especially you young ladies. I expected better from you four." The implication was that my cock exempted me from mature behavior. "Thank you," Chastity told me. "It took the grand total of one word, please," I explained. "I know it must be hard to believe but I'm not a total scumbag." "Are you still going to make me pay for insulting Rio?" Christina mocked. "The week isn't over yet," I pointed out. The resulting silence was interesting. Five minutes later the door opened and the women filed past. The second to last one out was the lawyer, Ms. Lane. "Mr. Braxton, we will have to get together to discuss some of your unique legal issues and liabilities next week," she informed me. "I await you at your leisure, Ms. Lane. Whatever you need, I'll do my best to comply," I smiled. "It will certainly be easier if you are compliant," she smiled back before turning and heading into the hallway, my eyes watching the line on her stockings going from where her skirt's hemline revealed her shapely thighs down her muscular calves to her four-inch heels. "Temptation comes in many forms," Ms. Goodswell said, interrupting me from the distraction of Ms. Lane's luscious posterior, a look that Ms. Lane caught as she smiled and turned out of sight. "In my admittedly limited experience, temptation is a result of dissatisfaction with one's circumstances, not a weakness of character," I offered as an explanation. "As your spiritual counselor, I feel it is my duty to keep you on the straight and narrow," Ms. Goodswell sighed with faux sufferance. "I don't mean to make things hard for you, Ms. Goodswell," I jibbed. "Enough sexual innuendo for the moment, Zane; you've been given an opportunity so don't blow it, don't disappoint me," Ms. Goodswell warned me while stabbing me in the chest with a well-manicured cherry gloss fingernail. I gave her a funny look. "What is it, Mr. Braxton?" she asked. "Oh, it is the fact that you are attempting the impossible, restoring my faith in organized Christianity, I answered while fishing for her name. "Virginia," Ms. Goodswell filled in the void of my unsubtle inquiry. "You are going to be trouble," she said, but her smile belied any worry on her part. "Well, I must get to lunch. I have a deserving Mistress who demands that I spoon-feed her," I told her as I moved to Christina and her cohorts. "Your room, seven o'clock, Zane. We'll be moving you to your new lodgings then," Virginia instructed. I nodded my acknowledgement then headed off to my late lunch. As we crossed campus, we remained relatively quiet until we approached the Dining Hall. "You remain intriguing, Mr. Braxton," Christina allowed. "I am equally drawn to you, you sanctimonious twat," I bantered back, and the girl posse jerked in response. "I hope they house you in a deep, dark hole," snapped Heaven. "I hope they do too," I beamed at Heaven, "and I hope you have the only key." "Why is that?" asked Chastity. "I'd let him starve to death," Heaven grinned viciously. I kept my eyes on Heaven. "Well, if Heaven had the key, she could come down and torture me whenever she wanted," I explained, and when Heaven licked her lips in anticipation, I added, "and she'd look so fetching in nothing but thin strips of black leather, high heels, and a whip in her hand as she scourged the sin out of me again and again, ." I licked my lips sensually at Heaven, "and again." Now all movement stopped; even the normally homicidal Heaven was caught up in the imagery (which she liked) and the other girls were wrapping their minds around the implications of either me on my knees, Heaven in leather, or us together. "You have a very sinful mind," accused Faith. "I have never denied that," I responded. "I'm a flawed creature in need of redemption, I admit that. Thankfully, I've chosen a religion based on forgiveness and second chances, then, eh?" Any further comments were interrupted by a girl running into me, more like almost running over me. "Zane! They didn't transubstantiate you into communion wafers," Rio squealed, showing more womanly affection than I would have given her credit for. Rio didn't do a great job of being 'surprised' when she noticed the girls around me. Heaven glared at Rio and I tried to shift myself between them but Christina intervened before anything happened. "Felon, I am in need of a stool to sit on; I'm tired," Christina said. As she used the word 'felon,' she smirked at me. Rio flinched too. "Wouldn't you rather have me lie on my back so you can sit on my face so I can get you off? That way we could both eat lunch," Rio sneered back. Christina didn't bite. "Make a seat, little felon," Christina smiled. I had a sudden desire to miss lunch. "I've got this, Zane," Rio told me as she touched my upper arm and pushed me toward the door. As I grudgingly walked away, I saw Rio get down on all fours on the grass and Christina take her seat. The best thing I could say about the situation was that Queen Christina didn't bounce up and down. Before I could come up with some rescue strategy, Iona corralled me and led me to the Handmaiden Mistress of the moment; Dove. Dove's food had grown cold and Iona had kept assuring her I was on my way so I set to my latest exercise in humility. Dove expected me to sit with her. I brushed her shoulder-length auburn hair aside and fed her mouthful after mouthful, using a napkin to tantalize her lips after every few bites, which Dove found enticing and the surrounding tables found romantic. I was getting the feeling that the girls were looking at this whole Handmaiden thing differently than I was. At three o'clock I made it to Soccer tryouts, forgetting one little gigantic complication, this was Christina's team. She and the coach decided that since they couldn't outright deny me the chance for a place on the team, they could make me target practice (aka goalie). I blocked eleven shots from established members of the team (they have Soccer/Football in Thailand) but number twelve got past me, I was off the team. At four came Archery tryouts and I was starting to feel the weight of being the true outsider here, and it got worse when I saw our Team Captain was Chastity Adams, aka Chastity of Team Christina. I turned to put my equipment up when Chastity called me over. "What are you doing, Zane?" "I've just finished having Christina use me as a crash test dummy," I admitted. "I figured I'd save us both some time so that you could concentrate your efforts on people who might actually have a chance to be on the team." "Zane, why don't you think I'd give you a chance?" Chastity asked quietly. "Will you give me a chance?" I wondered. "Not if you quit right now," she pointed out. So, I gave it a shot and I leaned that I sucked at archery, but clearly not as bad as most of the other girls so Chastity tapped me as a competitive alternate, which meant I was to carry equipment and practice a lot, the newbie. "Why did you do this, let me on the team?" I inquired after the team announcements. "You aren't half bad," she explained, then smiled and pointed out, "plus you will distract the other all-female teams." "Thanks for the chance, Chastity," I said as I shook her hand. "You are good-looking and funny, Zane, and the other girls will work harder so they can stick around you," she responded while looking at me intently. "Now go, you have another team to try out for." Sometimes I needed to be reminded that there are things a twenty-one-year-old could teach an eighteen-year-old. I barely made it to Karate tryouts (Marksmanship and Orientation were on Tuesdays and Thursdays). I didn't recognize our Team Leader but our coach was Dana Gorman, Head of Security. She eyed me with suspicion but it was nothing compared to the looks I got from the Team Sub-captain. I thought I recognized the face but I definitely recognized her ass and the hair weave, I'd put a foot in it when I kicked her off Rio, yeah me! I told them I knew some kick-boxing but Dana was not impressed so I was placed with the beginners group, which I proceeded to dominate utterly. Ten minutes of that and the Team Captain Wilhelmina Spellman put me in the second tier, where I went undefeated in our little sparing matches yet again. Willie wanted to put me on the first team but the girl whose ass I'd kicked vocally opposed her on it. Willie relented but only partially. After class, the sub-captain would judge my performance and get the final say if I was first-team material. I figured if I ripped out her still-beating heart and showed it to her, I had a fifty-fifty chance of making the squad. We squared off after the last girl left, the sub-Captain didn't want any witnesses. She was more skilled and had more emotional investment but I'd actually been in some real fights and was faster and stronger. As far as matches went, it was pretty intense. We went back and forth with no real advantage until she threw me by grabbing and tearing off my ghee. Before she could capitalize I got in a kick to her gut and when she unfolded, I head-butted her, causing her nose to bleed. I pulled up and she rubbed her nose and looked at the blood. "Oh, God, I'm sorry. Let me go get someone," I urged. "You hurt me," she muttered. "Lord Jesus Christ, you hurt me," she said angrily as I stepped forward. I was so overwhelmed with human compassion I didn't see the kick coming. I was dreaming of running errands to a close village which was something I got away with from time to time. It was a pleasant day if a little cold for daytime in the Thai uplands. The young widow I spent some time with was attending me and I was clearly lying back and enjoying some of our intimate foreplay. Her mouth felt warm and comforting on my little helmet, her tongue didn't twirl like it normally did, but I wasn't in Thailand anymore either. My jaw hurt but that was far less relevant than the pressure of the body I was feeling on my thighs, the warm, wet sensation around my cock, and the feel of hands on my shaft and stomach. I propped myself up and looked down at my crotch were our sub-captain looked up at me while keeping her bobbing rhythm going. "Stop," I ordered her. She reluctantly agreed, her eyes warring with anger, shame, and lust. I imagine she was wondering about what kind of academic hell I was about to bring down on her or if she could get away with crying rape as she pushed herself back and rested on her haunches. "Take off your clothes," I ordered next. That command staggered her but my gaze fixed her in place. "What are you going to do to me?" she said with a shaky voice. "I'm going to reciprocate what you've been doing to me. You gave me a great lesson and I want to return the favor, now strip." She thought about it a moment, then did a quick striptease which brought me to my knees. "What's your name?" I inquired as she finished. "Cappadocia Davis," she murmured as she met me at knee level. I started kissing her, drifting into chest contact and letting our hands roam free for several minutes. Cappy had a very passive-aggressive style and often mirrored what I did, all the signals of a confident virgin. Getting us down head to crotch took little effort as Cappy went back to administering her blowjob and I started working over her own sexual center. She only asked me to hurry once when I was spending time getting to know her thighs with delicate kisses. Though it was a bit rough, Cappadocia worked me furiously with strong hands, plump lips, and a fighter's stamina. On my end, I did all I could. I mapped out the pleasure lines along her thighs, across the groin, and farther along the stomach and sides, passing the breasts to the throat, ears and lips. Cappadocia expected a quick fuck and an equally quick departure. As it was, we missed dinner and I would almost be late for my room meeting. Before then, I explored Cappy fully. I kissed every ebony inch of her, from kneecap to navel; I took gentle tongue strokes to her lips, cunt, and especially the clit while not forgetting a little tantalization of her ass which drove her over the top to an orgasm by itself. Cappy was good enough to take my seed not once, but twice, though the first time she took most of it on her face. I sat there with two fingers stretching her lips apart while my tongue languidly worked on her labia and clitoris. I tickled the clit, sucking it with my lips, then blowing on it coolly. She learned how to swirl with her tongue once my cock was inside her mouth for a stronger sensation. Cappadocia liked a contest and we had the best of kinds; neither side won and a rematch was in order, definitely. "Cappadocia," I began as I was getting my outdoor clothes on, "I don't think I'm ready for first team yet." "Neither do I," she responded after a few moments of thought. "I'd like to keep training for it, though. I'm not going to give up trying, no matter how many private sessions it takes." "I have to agree, Zane. You are not yet ready and it is going to take a whole lot of private lessons to get you into 'first team' shape," she nodded. I left with a sore jaw but thinking good thoughts. I'd made two teams and had a shot at two others, as long as no one shot me or sent me to get lost in the wilds with a false map. The Solarium Why am I Living in a Glass House? I raced across campus to my dorm only to discover a sad looking girl in a short terry cloth robe sitting on the outside steps with a half-full trash bag. She perked up when she saw me. "Zane," she hailed me, "I want you to take out my trash." Okay, that seemed kind of lame to me because the dumpster was thirty feet away so I had to think quickly. "Umm," I looked her over. "Jolene," she provided. "Jolene, this doesn't seem quite fair," I pointed out, and I watched her deflate before me. "See," I said as I took her bag of trash and headed for the dumpster, her tagging along, "maybe I should come by your place tonight around nine thirty and clean up your room for you. Does that sound like a more appropriate Handmaiden's duty?" The little lights went off in her eyes. "Yes," she bobbed her head. "Yes, it sounds, amazing." Without telling me her room number, she skipped off through the doors and went off to do God knows what. I went looking for Iona who, as I guessed, hooked me up with the girl's location. Gliding into my room after that was less satisfying. "You are late, Mr. Braxton," Ms. Goodswell informed me. "Handmaiden's Duty," I countered. "We've moved all your furniture to the Solarium on the top floor," Dana rumbled. Solarium, top floor. Wasn't I on the top floor already? What was I getting into? That wasn't the most important thing at the moment, though. Rio sat on her bed, knees up, hugging a pillow and looking decidedly unhappy at the world. I turned to the two teachers and asked them for a minute with my old roomie. Dana grumbled but Virginia made her give us the space. "What's up, Rio?" I asked as I sat down at the foot of the bed. I knew what was wrong; I was abandoning her and I was not the first guy to do so. The only problem was, I wasn't those other guys. "Nothing's up, asshole," she shot back. "I'm looking forward to not having you snore all night long. Plus, I'll be able to shower whenever I want," she sniffled. "Oh, well, dealing with you has been a total pain in my ass too, Rio. It will be a relief to not have to wake up looking at you, your tattoos and all those body piercings," I stated evenly. "Hey, I don't have any piercings anymore," she pouted, hurt by the comment and its accuracy. "Well, I don't believe you, Rio. Sometime you will have to come up to the Solarium and show me just how wrong I am. I'll leave out a sleeping bag in case your city-bred ass gets lost and you can't figure out how to get back down after dark," I joked. "Zane, if they find you sleeping with a girl, you'll get expelled," Rio whispered. "Thank God you are not a girl, then, ya freak," I grinned so she hit me with her pillow. Rio was sneering at me playfully as I left; we were still friends. Outside my room, I'd picked up an old friend, Barbie Lynn Masters, and with Virginia, Dana, and Iona, we trekked to the fifth floor, then up to the roof. Now, when they were designing this kind of dorm in the nineteen seventies, the architect was on a 'Retro Victorian' kick. He envisioned a safe green haven for the girls to go to where they would be free to partake of nature's bounty without risking pesky urban menaces like rapists, thieves, and murderers. The Christian Elders liked the design so much, they transplanted it to the Virginia countryside. Of course, there aren't a lot of muggers in rural areas so the roof escapes weren't totally necessary or welcome by the student body and when the school built its twelve-foot-tall brick wall with security cameras around the entire facility, the need evaporated. Soon, all the Solariums were abandoned, the plants died, and not all the window panes were replaced. It was a pretty freaking miserable place at first glance and there was some suspicion that this was an indirect way to drive me out. But they clearly had avoided the Developing World and my long experience in it when thinking this through. I loved it. I had roughly eighty percent of the dorm building's floor space to play with. It would be a lot of work to fix it but I had been accidentally supplied with a ready and willing work force. Thank you, freshmen and Handmaiden's Duty, because amongst its other virtues, the Solarium was my room, and a freshman in a dorm room was immune to being summoned for Handmaiden Duty while in any such room unless required by a duty to go there. All I had to do was have Iona get the word out to our fellow freshman that my room was sanctuary and I was set. All that was tomorrow; tonight, I had a cold room with squirrels, maybe a raccoon or two, birds, spiders, roaches, and an assortment of other pests, plus my bed, dresser, and a wardrobe from the drama department. I had also secured the choice time of five forty-five to six as my bathroom time in the morning, and ten to ten-fifteen in the evening. How I would actually piss during the day was swept under the rug. Ms. Goodswell suggested I get a hall pass during class periods for safety's sake. College, hall pass, Did they think I should make up for missing high school? It was lights out in my domicile. The moon was waning and the sky was clear when I heard someone working the lock to my door at the bottom of the stairs. Five people had keys: I was one, Dana Gorman was another, Virginia Goodswell, and Chancellor Bazz were two others, but none of them, I suspected. I spotted the faint moonlight playing across golden locks as my intruder drew close. "Hey," Barbie Lynn whispered as she came to a stop by my bed. "I thought you might get cold so I brought you a quilt from storage." "You are a life-saver, Barbie; I'm freezing in here. Why don't you put the quilt over me and climb in so it will warm up here faster and we can both get to sleep sooner," I responded softly. It was a weak lie but it was really all Barbie needed; it was late summer in Virginia, after all. She spread out the quilt and started to get in. "Wait, you'll get your skirt wrinkled," I cautioned her before she sat down. She nodded and stripped out of it, then completed the process by stripping off her shirt, (no bra), socks, and shoes. As she snuggled up against me, she realized I was naked. "Oh, that doesn't seem fair," Barbie giggled, so she wiggled around under the covers and tossed out her undies. "That's better." I pulled her into my arms and I caught her stealing glances up at me as she pressed her hands against my chest. "We have all night," I assured her, and that earned me a kiss. "Oh, and I have your missing panties in my book bag, courtesy of Rio." I returned her kiss and soon we were wrapped around one another, engrossed in one another's erogenous zones (ear lobes, nipples, lips, and throats) as well as tempting fate with a little penal vaginal contact. After she wrestled me against the headboard and took my member deep into her mouth we had a little session of 'try doing this and watch him squirm' until I finally lost control and erupted several times into her mouth. "Umm, Barbie Lynn murmured as she rolled some semen over her tongue, eyes lighting up as I smiled at her talent. "Jesus bless me, you taste nearly as good as you look. I want more!" "Next time we can swap cum," I suggested to her. Barbie wrinkled her nose. "Doesn't that make you a homo?" she questioned. I forgave her ignorance due to cuteness. "You've tasted your juices on my lips but you are not a lesbian," I pointed out. After a moment she nodded so I continued with, "all I want to do is taste it on your tongue, not someone else's on my tongue." Telling her I'd given more than one blowjob didn't appear to be helpful at this time; I'm decidedly not heterosexual. "Oh, you're pretty smart for someone so young," she smiled seductively. I cupped her face in one hand. "I may be young and smart, but you are far more beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, than me and one heck of a teacher because you keep me wanting to learn more," I heartily complimented her. I must have struck a chord because Barbie Lynn glowed from the inside out and virtually poured like tanned molten gold into my lap. "Fuck me," she begged with sensual need. "What about your Pledge?" I questioned. "Fuck my ass," she moaned, "it's not really cheating." Yeah, right. "Okay, Barbie Lynn, but teaching you to like it isn't easy. I'm going to have to break you in all night long," I warned her, but all I got was a violent trembling of anticipation which caused her to make my lap damp and my cock rebound to duty. We kissed deeply and with longing for over a minute, Barbie rocking in my lap, her labia brushing my cockhead. "Is it going to hurt?" she panted into my lips. "Yes. The first time you are going to scream, but I promise you I'll show you how good it can be," I assured her. She gulped in fear but smiled with wanton lust in her eyes. I played with her cunt and my cock, doing tiny penetrations until Barbie lost it in a screaming, ear-splitting orgasm, "God loves me, God loves me, God Loves ME!!!!" She followed that up by collapsing against me and burying my face in her ample bosom. I couldn't help myself; I took an overly sensitive nipple into my lips. "Oh, oh, oh, baby, that hurts; that hur, she whispered hoarsely until I relented. That didn't stop her from hugging me tightly to her chest though. "Barbie Lynn, go over to my kit and get the Vaseline," I ordered her after a bit. "Why do I have to do it?" she teased me. "I love to watch your ass wiggle when you leave and the way your bare breasts bounce when you come back," I confessed. Once more she came on with this deep kiss and a winning smile, then she did as I asked and the view was definitely as delicious as I'd hoped. She quickly resumed her position over me, shimmying to the point I was afraid I'd actually press my cock too far into her cunt. Barbie was biting her lip while we played with her virginal fire; I knew I had to do something and that was to pop the top of the lubricant and rub two fingers deep into her back door. "Here we go," I cautioned her, "I'll be slow and gentle. We are taking our time so don't worry about tensing up, I'll deal." She gave me a nod, then went back to tempting fate. I was finding more and more to lust over with Barbie. When my right index finger brushed her pink star, she didn't flinch one bit. She kept her rotation going and I slipped in a finger without much protest or resistance. I let this finger slip in and out for a minute, sinking in deeper every few thrusts. To distract her, I moved my left hand between us and slipped two fingers into her cunt. That, along with the touch of my cock, got her off. Barbie bounced harder so I was forced to put a third finger in the way of my cock penetrating her, plus I pressed the knuckle of my thumb against her clit. For a second Barbie Lynn seemed at a loss of what to do, but one look at my parted lips, panting from the excitement, convinced her to feed one magnificent nipple into my mouth while she played with the other one before my eyes. She teased me so I stuck a second finger up her ass. Barbie bucked and moaned but if she was in any pain, she hid it well. "Do you want to know something?" she struggled to say, hovering over me. I nodded. "It took a grand total of seven minutes for the last two boys I was with to cum all over my tits. I don't know how long we've been going at it but Lord Almighty, I'm so happy I was given this dorm. This is going to be the best year ever." "I'm working on it," I gasped as I twitched and pushed my fingers around. "I'm glad you are my Dorm Mother." "Oh, oh, oh, oh, the other girls are so jealous that I have you," she panted. "They wanted to know what it would take to steal you away." "I hope you understand that I want to stay here with you," I groaned. Barbie Lynn stopped moving for a moment, accepting me and my honest desire. "Put it in," she begged. "It will hurt," I assured her. "I don't care," she looked at me hungrily. I pulled my hand out of her cunt and rolled her to my side while still keeping my other fingers pumping in her ass. Maneuvering around so that I had her head on my pillow and ass sticking up took some thought. I pushed a third finger in quickly. Barbie gasped audibly, pulled away instinctively, then caught herself and pushed back against my hand. She whimpered and choked back a sob. I withdrew my fingers and covered my cock with some hastily scooped glob of Vaseline. Barbie looked back to me in quivering anticipation. Before she spoke I lined my cock up with her anus and started pushing. Barbie Lynn shut her eyes, bit her lower lip and smiled lustfully. "Oh!" she groaned, as I slipped past her anal ring. I knew enough to hesitate before the next push, then the next. "Please," she whimpered. I stopped moving. "Please give me all of it," she completed. "Don't hold back." I pushed harder not waiting for her to adjust. "Ah!" she cried out. I stopped and she responded with a, "No, no, no, Zane, please don't stop." "I don't want to hurt you," I groaned. "It hurts a lot but I like that you are the one doing it to me. Please, I want you inside of me, all the way in," she whimpered. I pushed all the way in steadily until my crotch pushed her scrumptious ass cheeks apart. As I rested for a moment, I felt Barbie Lynn's fingers reach between her legs and start to massage my balls. I pulled back while she moaned loudly, her cries echoing throughout the massive glass covered chamber. Despite the low lamplight around my bed, I realized now that we could be seen from the solariums on the roofs of the other dorms. There wasn't much I could, or would, do about that now. I started a slowly intensifying pace in and out of Barbie's ass and she met me with the thrust of her hips and a sensual moaning from her throat. I could tell she was pushing one set of fingers into her snatch while the other worked over her clit. Once we were in total symmetry I slapped her playfully on one ass cheek. "Oh, God, Zane, do it again. I've been bad," was Barbie's lusty declaration. I smacked down across the other cheek. "Harder, Zane, I've been really bad." Another spank and, "I've been much worse than that," she panted. SMACK! and a yelp. "That's it!" she gasped. I kept up the spanking and each blow made her anal muscles contract, virtually grabbing and twisting my cock inside her. "Ah, Jesus Loves Me!!!!" Barbie Lynn squealed as her strongest orgasm to date overwhelmed her and then me. I'd never felt that kind of empathy with another lover like I was feeling with this blonde enchantress. Barbie bucked up against me, slamming her ass against my crotch with painful ferocity as my seed plunged into the depths of her bowels. Barbie Lynn, now virtually sitting in my lap, crested orgasm after orgasm as the heat of each burst of my semen burned new pathways of ecstasy inside her rectum. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she stammered as her fluids flowed down our legs in a slow steady stream. "Please, Zane , " "Yes?" I panted. "Promise me, promise me we'll do this again," she gasped as she now pressed her sweat-slick back against my upper body. "Again," I thrust into her, "and again, and again," I promised. Barbie Lynn put one hand around to the back of my neck and the other, leaning forward. She drew me into her and we slowly arched forward until the weight of our bodies tumbled us to the bed. Barbie's outstretched arm touched the mattress first and absorbed most of our momentum. Still, I ended up pressing on her and I soon propped myself up so my weight wouldn't suffocate her. As I stationed myself there, panting along with her from our mutual exhaustion, Barbie rolled over so that we were once more face to face. She had this beatific happiness about her that I doubt I'll ever forget. "I, I was afraid I'd regret this, and you," she grinned lazily. "Do you?" I questioned. "Yes. I regret I didn't take you back to my room and do this yesterday. I regret that we have to go to early classes tomorrow. I regret having to share you with nine hundred other women. And I regret you weren't here with me two years ago," she murmured heartily. "I'm going to sit here and bask in my over-stuffed sense of accomplishment," I faux-gloated. "You do a guy's ego good." "Speaking of over-stuffed, can I please, please have one more, please?" she begged playfully. "You are my Dorm Mother and I really should try to keep you happy, so, I related with feigned reluctance. "That's right," she giggled, "you really need to keep me happy. Please show me how you plan to do that." After another serious exploration of our sexuality, Barbie Lynn curled up against my chest, making this deep cat-like rumbling noise. "Do you always talk to Christina over breakfast?" I inquired. "Yes, I always do. If she asks about you, I, I'm going to tell her the truth," she answered. I didn't ask what that would be so she did. "Aren't you worried about what I will say?" "No. I trust you, Barbie. You'll tell her what you need to tell her; truth, lie, or evasion, it is all your business, not mine," I explained. "Well, I'm going to tell her in every minute detail what you did with, to, and for me tonight, and I promise you she's going to race back and change her panties," she sighed happily. From a morning shower to a Heavenly night. Sharing Umbrellas Tuesday: My schedule which the Chancellor had been set in stone, had me in sole custody of the fifth-floor bathroom from five forty-five until six, so I was grateful that only six girls were waiting for me when I arrived. At some level I was sure they expected me to say something and I was pretty sure they hadn't really articulated what they wanted. I said nothing and edged past them. The bravest one, Opal, followed quickly after me, though I had that special moment of taking off my robe in front of her as I readied for my shower. Somehow the blood of Homer's Amazons had entered this school's student body because Opal met my bluff with her buff (body) and crawled under her own water stream once the water was steamy. As I started washing my hair, I caught sight of another girl moving in on my far side. I did my best to remain nonchalant and managed to get my hair clean before they made their move. "Zane," Opal asked innocently, "would you wash my back?" I smiled, nodded, and took the bottle of liquid soap from her hands. I poured some into my palms before placing the bottle on the closest shelf. I started rubbing it onto her shoulders and down her back. The placement of our bodies was complicated by my emergent erection. I worked my way down her back until I touched, then parted and cupped, her ass. I pressed my body against her back with my cock taking a few moments decide on whether it would go up, in, or in between. Finally it slipped up until my cock rested warmly on her back. Opal was totally overtaken by events and simply stood there as I slowly rubbed my body up and down against her back. She looked over her shoulder speculatively as I reached past her for more liquid soap and poured some into my hand. Bottle put aside, I shared the soap with the off-hand before starting to rub down the front of her shoulders. "Put your hands behind your back," I whispered into Opal's ear. She was initially hesitant, then started putting them behind her back where she brushed against my cock, and again before she wrapped her hands around it and began slowly stroking it with a soapy grip. While she was working on my morning wood I made slow circles down to her breasts. Her nipples came alive under my fingertips. I first coaxed them, then plucked them, and finally pinched them tightly as I handled the rest of her breasts roughly. Opal began panting, moaning, and undulating her whole body against mine. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her on the crux of her jaw and neck. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Opal began to gasp. I felt her body start to tremble under my touch so I hunted for that most sensitive place with my tongue and bit into that spot on her neck sharply. Opal slammed hard into me, bouncing up and down on her toes like some sudsy, hot vibrator against my cock, if only I had the time. "Ah, she sobbed in joy. Even after the orgasm settled, Opal kept gyrating against me. "This wasn't what I had in mind," Opal moaned. Whoops! "My apology," I told her, and started separating from her, but she held firm. "Oh, no, you don't. Maybe you misunderstood me. This was more, much more than I expected. I'm glad you are superior to your hype. Can we do this tomorrow morning?" "Hmm, how about we see what comes up then?" I evaded. As I backed away, the girl on the other side held out her soap bottle expectantly. "Sorry, but I need to get out of here before girls, other girls show up," I explained to her. "Brigit; my name is Brigit," she filled me in. "Can we do, that, tomorrow?" By 'that,' I assume she meant my version of the soapy body rub. "Okay," I said, "how about calling Iona and figuring out how you ladies want to handle my shower visits, though I would like to point out the Administration believes I'm in here alone." "Do you want us to stay away?" Opal asked cautiously. "Opal, Brigit, I would rather go through life minus one testicle than miss spending time with any of you ladies but I don't want anyone unwittingly getting into trouble because of me," I answered. "Since you need to be going," Opal teased, "let me help." "I'll help too," Brigit insisted. I'm going to be a while deciding exactly how I rate being shaved by one girl while getting a blowjob from another at the same time. My facial expression caused Rio to laugh at me as I came back down to answer the door. It was around six thirty and I had only recently gotten back and put my school uniform on. "Either you've been hit by the world's softest two by four or you've already had sex at least once this morning," she chuckled. "Hey, Rio, Iona, come on in. It isn't like I could stop you," I joked. "So, did you take her temperature, kick up her heels, or give her an attitude adjustment?" Rio teased as we headed up. Iona looked confused and expected me to be either equally confused or give her an explanation. I was confused, which made Rio laugh louder. "Taking her temperature equals blowjob; kicking up the heels is straight-up fucking, and attitude adjustment is anal sex, jeesh, people," Rio berated us. Once we came to my island of civilization in the wilderness of the Solarium, Iona looked around curiously; this may have been the first men's bedroom she'd ever seen. Rio walked over to my bed, was about to plop down in it, then studied it for a second and gawked at me. "Damn, Zane, what happened last night? How many girls did you have up here?" she grinned maniacally. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "One," I admitted. "How did you know?" "Peach lip gloss and teeth marks on the pillow, several sets, so, You Go Boy!" she explained. "Plus, your bed smells of Vaseline, baby oil, sweat, Secret deodorant, and a good deal of fuck juice, the female variety. Then there is the matter of, she drew forth a long blonde hair, "you not being blonde." "This was not on the list!" squawked Iona. "Lip gloss, teeth marks?" "That means he fucked her ass long and hard, Iona," Rio explained to her far less experienced classmate, "and she came back for more, and more." Iona stole a look my way, hoping I'd deny everything, but I made eye contact with her and nodded. She looked disappointed in me, which oddly made me feel bad inside. "Snap out of it, Iona," Rio snorted. Iona still looked hurt. "What is more likely, Zane went trolling the lower levels for a girl to sex up, or a girl snuck up here and jumped him in his bed?" "Oh," Iona gasped, now more pleased. Apparently, me being nearly raped in my own bed was okay with her. From my point of view, I can try to understand women or I can appreciate them for what they willingly offer me. If a woman wants me to treat her like a Sphinx, I'll leap at the challenge. One day I'm sure I'll find a woman not worth this kind of effort but I'm not there yet. I had finished getting dressed and was making toward the stairs when the door at the bottom opened and Barbie Lynn came bounding up. She took in my two companions without missing her stride before bouncing up to me. "Hey, Zane," she purred. "I wanted to make sure you hadn't overslept." "Thanks, I appreciate the concern, but I slept great last night. Waking up feeling that good is always a pleasure. How did you sleep?" I responded. "I tossed and turned," she pouted. "I was missing something I couldn't put my hands on. If I can't figure out what that is I'll be up pacing the halls well past midnight tonight." Rio stepped behind Barbie and made a gagging motion. "So, Barbie Lynn," Rio requested, "do you have any lip gloss I could use?" Barbie turned around and pulled a micro-jar that she handed to Rio. "Umm, peach flavored," Rio revealed vindictively. At some point I am sure Rio will show restraint; my challenge now is living long enough to see it. Rio spanked Barbie Lynn hard on the ass and the Dorm Mother yelped in surprise and pain. "Ow," gasped Barbie Lynn, glaring at Rio. I moved an arm around Barbie and pulled her close, a gesture she comfortably molded into. "I'm sorry," Rio snickered, "but you have such a wonderful posterior BLT, I know it is a sin if no one appreciates it." "BLT?" I cautioned Rio, and by that I intoned that the next spanking was likely going to be administered to her by me. "Barbie Lynn Tease," Rio grinned, daring me to step up. As I handed my book bag to Iona, Rio squealed in delight and raced down the stairs. I was right behind her and I would have undoubtedly caught and punished her on the fifth floor if not for one thing. "Zane, I'm here for your breakfast duty," a sophomore I was to learn was named Emanuela commanded, Handmaiden's Duty. Technically she should wait until I was outside, but, eh. They nailed Rio seconds before she could turn and gloat at me. "Front or back?" I politely requested of Emanuela, who was thankfully on my schedule. "Front or back?" she wondered. "Do you want me to carry you like this?" I asked, as I swept her up in my arms. She was light enough, including book bag, for me to make it to the Dining Hall without too much effort. "What is back?" she gasped. "Piggyback," I explained. "Oh. I like this way much better," she informed me. I started making my way through the crowd when I caught sight of Barbie Lynn and Iona coming down the stairs. Seeing my situation, Barbie put an arm around Iona and whispered something to her. Iona was already carrying my books and I had the feeling that Barbie knew I liked Iona so she was going to look after the small freshman for me. Breakfast came and went and I found myself cornered and 'forced' to escort another girl to Assembly. She asked me if I'd prefer being covered with whipped cream or honey. I reminded her that whipped cream was cold but honey left a sticky residue, I suggested trying icing. At Assembly, the heavens broke and a hard rain set in as we got ready to disperse. The problem came when it was realized that many girls hadn't packed an umbrella. The answer for most was to take an umbrella from a freshman, which I found unsatisfactory. I had a sudden burst of insight as the first freshmen girls paled at the thought of being soaked through to the bone. I grabbed Iona and then made a beeline for Christina. None of what followed would have been possible without the understanding of a girl I didn't know, Pandora Jaspers. Her plan was for me to take my umbrella and cover us both as we went to class, but when I told her 'I have a plan,' she nodded and went along for the ride. Certainly we were a strange group that approached Christina Buchanan. "Yes?" questioned Christina with her bemused expression as I came to a halt before her and her court. Chastity smiled, Heaven seethed, Faith looked uncertain, and the fifth girl was a cipher. "I think I can do something about this rain," I said urgently. Christina didn't laugh but I had a feeling Pandora wanted to strangle me. "Go on," Christina commanded. "We make a covered walkway of umbrellas, held by freshmen, to protect everyone go

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Parker and Landon dive into NASCAR's new San Diego street race on a naval base, discussing its significance and logistics, plus the Navy's 250th birthday celebration. They break down recent legal drama around charters, Denny Hamlin's resilience, and the ongoing playoffs vs. tradition debate. The hosts highlight rising young talent like Connor Zilisch, touch on F1's Verstappen/Mercedes rumors, and IndyCar's Iowa woes. Leave us a voicemail! https://moneylap.com Or email us! friends@themoneylap.com Timestamps: 00:00 - Intro 03:10 - Podcast Summer Breaks & Scheduling 04:59 - San Diego Race ON A NAVAL BASE! 07:07 - Legal Issues: 23XI, Front Row, and NASCAR Rulebook Update 10:45 - Denny Hamlin's Resilience & Career Chaos 18:21 - NASCAR Playoffs vs. Traditional Points Debate 34:13 - Spotters vs. Rearview Cameras: Kyle Busch's Proposal 40:17 - Connor Zilisch is Incredible 44:42 - F1: Verstappen Rumor to Mercedes, Horner Fired! 47:08 - Perez to Cadillac F1 Team 48:41 - IndyCar at Iowa: Attendance Woes & Ovals 51:46 - Race Picks 55:14 - In-Season Championship & Ty Dillon's Run 58:46 - PR Lap 1:07:46 - Outro (Timestamps are a rough timing and may require a little scrubbing to find the start of the topic) The Money Lap is the ultimate motorsport show (not a podcast) with Parker Kligerman and Landon Cassill professional racecar drivers and hilarious hosts taking you through the world of motorsports. Covering NASCAR, F1, Indycar, and more, they'll provide the scoop, gossip, laughs, and stories from the racing biz. With over 1900 unique products currently in stock, Spoiler Diecast boasts one of the largest inventories in the industry. We are NASCAR focused, offering a wide range of diecast and apparel options. But that's not all. We've expanded our catalog to include diecast for dirt/sprint cars, Indycar, and F1. As passionate racing fans ourselves, we're constantly growing our offerings to cater to different forms of racing. Use promo code "moneylap" for free shipping. https://www.spoilerdiecast.com/ Copyright 2025, Pixel Racing, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

Stop Treating High Point Like a Buying Trip. Do This Instead… High Point Market isn't just a place to shop for furniture. It's one of the most underused marketing tools you have at your disposal. Many designers make the mistake of approaching it like a giant showroom, simply hunting for products to fill their client projects. However, by doing so, they miss out on significant opportunities to grow their brand, expand their network, and establish themselves as industry experts in a way that truly sets them apart. What if you saw High Point as your personal marketing stage instead? Style Spotters do exactly that, turning tours, vendor visits, and social media coverage into a curated, client-attracting showcase of their aesthetic and expertise. By adopting this approach, you can transform every Market visit into a launchpad for building authority, forging real vendor relationships, and laying the groundwork for licensing deals or brand collaborations that elevate your business to the next level. You'll learn: ✅ How the Style Spotters program positions you as an industry authority (and how to get chosen). ✅ Ways to design tours and content that attract your dream clients, even if they're not at Market. ✅ Strategies for turning vendor relationships into collaborations and licensing deals. ✅ Tips for using social media to amplify your presence and make brands notice you. If you're an interior designer looking to turn High Point from “just another buying trip” into a real growth engine for your business, this is the episode that's going to help you get there. Listen now and start marketing smarter every time you step onto the High Point floor.   (00:00) Stop Treating High Point Like a Buying Trip (Do This Instead). (02:57) Meet the Style Spotters: Who They Are and What They Do. (04:59) What High Point Market Is, and Why It's Overwhelming. (06:27) Defining the Style Spotter Role and Curated Tours. (09:17) Vendor Partnerships and Mutual Marketing Wins. (13:15) How to Apply (and Get Picked) as a Style Spotter. (16:54) Owning Your Aesthetic: Niche vs. Mass Appeal. (22:19) Social Media Strategies for Designers. (33:35) Client Relationships, Tagging, and Marketing Ethics.   About Today's Guests Rasheeda Gray Rasheeda Gray is the CEO and Principal Designer of Gray Space Interiors, based in Philadelphia. With a decade of experience in design and a 15-year background in marketing and business development, she brings a sophisticated, strategic approach to interiors. Known for industry leadership through initiatives like Style Spotters, she also mentors designers on how to build authority and brand presence while staying client-focused and authentic. Website Instagram   Evan Millard Evan Millard is a Nashville-based interior designer and the founder of his eponymous studio. Celebrated for his thoughtfully curated, soulfully crafted spaces, Evan combines his eye for detail with years of experience hosting tours and participating in show houses. As a Style Spotter, he uses High Point Market not just to source, but to deepen connections with vendors and help designers market more strategically. Website Instagram Jewel Marlowe Jewel Marlowe is a DC-area interior designer known for her bold, colorful, personality-filled spaces. She built her business on a strong social media presence that showcases her signature maximalist style. As a Style Spotter, Jewel offers a highly curated, influencer-savvy take on market tours and vendor partnerships, helping both designers and clients see the value in going big, bright, and personal. Website Instagram  

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What if the secret to transforming your business isn't in your spreadsheets, but in the stories you tell?Meet David Pullan and Sarah Jane McKechnie, the dynamic duo known as The Story Spotters, who've cracked the code on why some leaders inspire unwavering loyalty while others struggle to get their teams to listen.Spoiler: It's all about stories.David and Sarah Jane share their powerful 'Dream, Nightmare, Action' framework—a simple yet brilliant approach to understanding how stories shape our decisions, our relationships, and our success.We explore the delicate balance between influence and ethics, how effective narratives can influence change and foster collaboration, and why understanding others might be the most important thing you can master.This episode will help you to discover, develop and deliver a strategic story that connects and wins.“Start by understanding the other person” – David PullanKey TakeawaysThere are 4 types of story Don't forget your humanityStory is the central hub holding everything togetherBreathe before you go into any situationLeadership is bringing people with youGuest information:David Pullan and Sarah Jane McKechnie are The Story Spottershttps://www.thestoryspotters.comBuy their book here

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8:30AM Hour 3 Jeremy White and Joe DiBiase have some fun with the upcoming US Open. Jeremy has a 'let's get stupid' idea, taking away the ball spotters.

8-9am Hour 3: Jeremy and Joe talking with Mike Ginnitti on the NFL Salary Cap and Let's Get Stupid.

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Le Web se transforme... et change de visage !Un site vient de faire son entrer parmi les ténors du numérique : ChatGPT est récemment entré dans le top 5 des sites les plus visités au monde, dépassant même des sites pourtant solidement établis comme X.Au-delà de la performance technique, le signal est clair : l'usage du web vient d'opérer un basculement profond, en passant de la recherche vers la conversation, du scroll vers l'interaction.❓ Quel sera l'impact sur les usages quotidiens ?

On this episode I am under the weather but I break down for you the big window Beatles from 1958 to 1967. The main differences we start by breaking them down in the three categories 58 to 1961 1962 to 1964 and the third category 1965 to 1967. We discussed the details and differences between these. It's a short one this week but a lot of information. I hope you enjoy it. 

Utah DWR has announced their new non-resident fees after having internal meetings. Should you keep applying? How much will a deer or elk permit cost in 2025 and beyond? Join Garth Jenson and Austin Atkinson as they sit down to share April updates to the new fee changes and permit quotas for this year.  Fees will be increased for hunting licenses July 1, 2025 and for permits on September 1, 2025. Utah Fee Chart List of All Non-Resident Utah Fees Utah Permit Recommendations for Public Meetings Permit Number Packet Submit Feedback Utah Paunsaugunt Deer Hunt Giveaway Enter Now at huntinfool.com/win  Utah Fee Reasoning  SITLA Lands in Utah Book Cliffs Roadless Block (39.22957, -109.68387) Tabby Mountain Block (40.37065, -110.90443) Utah DWR Contact Information Utah Guide Revisions Senate Bill 149 Spotters, Guides, Outfitters - New license fees In-field restrictions for all guided hunters on public lands Utah Landowner Private Land Elk Program House Bill 202 Landowner draw 640-3999 acre landowners (deadline July 1, 2025) Landowner guaranteed permits for 4000-8999 acre landowners   Podcast Partners: GEAR FOOL: https://www.gearfool.com/ Use Code BUILTTOHUNT for 10% OFF in Our GEAR FOOL Store Today!   Get Connected: Subscribe to HUNTIN' FOOL on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@huntinfool_official Become a HUNTIN' FOOL Member here: https://www.huntinfool.com/join Download The HUNTIN' FOOL App: https://www.huntinfool.com/app   Follow us on Social Media: Facebook: /huntinfoolofficial Instagram:  /huntinfool_official/

It has been just over a month since the Shark Spotters took over some operational responsibilities under the banner of the Cape Baboon Partnership– including the provision of baboon rangers, managing the Baboon Hotline, and community liaison and education. Lester Kiewit speaks to Sarah Waries, Chief Executive Officer of Shark Spotters. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

1/2: #KGB: SLEEPER AGENTS AND INFLUENCE SPOTTERS IN THE 70S. CRAIG UNGER, AUTHOR "AMERICAN KOMPROMAT, "HOUSE OF TRUMP, HOUSEOF PUTIN: "DEN OF SPIES:"   1910 CHICAGO

2/2: #KGB: SLEEPER AGENTS AND INFLUENCE SPOTTERS IN THE 70S. CRAIG UNGER, AUTHOR "AMERICAN KOMPROMAT, "HOUSE OF TRUMP," "HOUSE OF PUTIN": "DEN OF SPIES." 1872 BROOKLYN

What is going on with Utah and the new non-resident hunting fees for license and permits? Join Garth Jenson and Austin Atkinson as they sit down to share what they know about the new fee changes in Utah as a result of the the 2025 Legislative session with Senate Bill 8.  The Sportsman's Caucus did NOT get to review the non-resident bill and these changes were NOT ran through the public RAC / Wildlife Board process. Utah Fee Changes Utah Fee Changefrom Senate Bill 8 (2025) Utah Legislation : Senate Bill 8 - New Non-Resident Fees SITLA Lands in Utah Tabby Mountain Block (40.37065, -110.90443) Book Cliffs Roadless Block (39.22957, -109.68387) Utah DWR Contact Information Utah Guide Revisions Senate Bill 149 Spotters, Guides, Outfitters - New license fees In-field restrictions for all guided hunters on public lands Utah Landowner Private Land Elk Program House Bill 202 Landowner draw 640-3999 acre landowners Landowner guaranteed permits for 4000-8999 acre landowners New Mexico New Mexico Fee Changes from Senate Bill 5 (2025) Senate Bill 5 : Game Commission Reform - NM Podcast Partners: GEAR FOOL: https://www.gearfool.com/ Use Code BUILTTOHUNT for 10% OFF in Our GEAR FOOL Store Today!   Get Connected: Subscribe to HUNTIN' FOOL on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@huntinfool_official Become a HUNTIN' FOOL Member here: https://www.huntinfool.com/join Download The HUNTIN' FOOL App: https://www.huntinfool.com/app   Follow us on Social Media: Facebook: /huntinfoolofficial Instagram:  /huntinfool_official/

Charlie Eisenhood and Josh Mansfield break down the Waco Annual Charity Open with burning questions about the event. Then they dive into a new segment -- Hole Spotlight -- before doing #PurseWatch and picks. Plus they preview the Open at Austin, the first DGPT+ event of the season!0:00 Candy Talk7:30 Waco Recap - Fluky or Wacky?17:30 Hammes, Heimburg, & Clutch Factor34:30 FPO vs Lätt, Spotters & OB Strokes46:00 Does Waco Belong?, Course Records52:00 All Time Earnings, Hole Spotlight58:00 #Pursewatch, Picks Recap1:02:45 Open at Austin Preview1:09:00 Open at Austin Picks

https://jo.my/e7cofg Forklift Safety: Safe Movement and Awareness Forklifts keep operations moving but pose serious risks if not handled with care. A busy facility means constant movement—pedestrians, equipment, and changing layouts create potential hazards. Safe operation depends on awareness, control, and the proper habits to prevent accidents before they happen. Here are a few tips to assist you with safe forklift movement in dynamic environments: Use Mirrors and Spotters for Blind Spots – Blind spots are a significant risk, especially when turning corners or moving near high shelving. Convex mirrors at intersections and spotters in high-traffic zones help maintain visibility and reduce collision risks. Maintain a Safe Speed – Rushing leads to mistakes. Always follow posted speed limits and slow down when turning or entering tight areas. Keep control of the forklift at all times, ensuring enough stopping distance to avoid sudden hazards. Watch for Pedestrians and Follow Interaction Protocols – Pedestrians have the right of way, but communication is key. Make eye contact, use hand signals, and ensure pedestrians know your next move before proceeding. Horns and warning lights should be used at intersections and blind spots to alert others. Avoid Collisions in Tight Aisles – Space is limited, so plan each move carefully. Keep loads stable and centered to prevent tipping. Avoid sudden turns or jerky movements that could cause a shift in weight or loss of control. Stay Alert and Adapt to Changing Conditions – Facilities are constantly in motion, with shifting inventory, changing layouts, and multiple equipment operators. Stay aware of your surroundings, follow traffic patterns, and adjust to maintain a safe operating space. Forklift safety is about more than rules—it is about habits that protect operators and everyone in the facility. Every trip should be made with full attention, controlled movement, and a clear focus on safety.  A well-managed facility is one where forklifts move efficiently while keeping risks low. Thank you for being part of another episode of Warehouse Safety Tips. Until we meet next time—have a great week, and STAY SAFE! #Safety #SafetyFIRST #SafetyALWAYS #StaySafe #SafetyCulture #ForkliftSafety #WarehouseSafety #PedestrianSafety #SafeOperations

John Maytham speaks to Sarah Warries, CEO of Shark Spotters. She’ll walk us through the progress made so far, the challenges ahead, and how this partnership aims to foster a more sustainable and community-driven approach to baboon management in the Peninsula.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A family pod of five orca have been visiting Raglan and Kawhia harbours over the past two weeks, attracting people keen for a glimpse. But the Department of Conservation is reminding jet skier and boaties to back off a bit, marine protection rules requires vessels to stay 50 metres back. DOC Marine Species Manager Malene Felsing spoke to Lisa Owen.

Download my free Progressive Overload Guide to learn how to gain muscle, strength, and performance like never before.—How can dynamic resistance change the way you build muscle? Are free weights holding you back in certain lifts? Could technology offer a safer and more efficient way to train without compromising results?Philip (@witsandweights) dives deep into the science of strength training with Troy Taylor, Senior Director of Performance Innovation at Tonal. Troy shares his expertise from analyzing data on over 200 billion pounds lifted, offering a fascinating perspective on how dynamic resistance, like that provided by Tonal, compares to traditional free weights for muscle activation, hypertrophy, and strength development.Explore how technology can enhance your training with real-time resistance adjustments, eccentric overload, and accommodating resistance—all while ensuring safety and efficiency. Whether you're a seasoned lifter or starting, this will expand your understanding of resistance training science and innovation.Today, you'll learn all about:2:21 How Tonal differs from free weights7:12 Tonal features: Spotters, eccentric loading, and tracking13:28 Who benefits most from Tonal's capabilities16:43 Strength training data analysis and trends23:32 Why older adults can see faster strength improvements25:28 Morning workouts and their impact on consistency27:23 Tracking gains and hypertrophy progress31:59 Program customization and progressive overload34:56 Customized weight training, fatigue, and recovery needs41:42 Leveraging lengthened partials and eccentric overload47:22 Tonal's new Training Lab launch in NYC49:04 OutroEpisode resources:Instagram: @strengthsciencetroyWebsite: tonal.comTraining Lab: tonaltraininglab.comFacebook: @TonalStrong Youtube: @TonalStrong 

Responding in new, Christ-like ways to your wife and kids is hard work.In fact, sometimes it's harder than we can currently handle.If your wife is critical, your son gets attitude with you, or you're just feeling tired…Acting in a strong and loving way may be out of reach.That's when you can use Spiritual Spotters to help you do more than you can do on your own.Learn more about how this works in today's episode.Watch on YouTube here.Dr. Mike P.S. Join our email list and get the training, How To Be More Attractive To Your Wife In The Next 7 Days, at StrongMen.io http://strongmen.ioP.P.S. Want to work intensively with me, Dr. Mike? Apply here. https://form.jotform.com/230614546765157

John Maytham is joined by Sarah Waries, CEO of Shark Spotters. She shares insights into how Shark Spotters plan to leverage their operational skills, technology, and public engagement expertise to support the sustainable management of Cape Peninsula's baboon population.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Charlie Eisenhood and Josh Mansfield talk with the PDGA's Mike Sullivan about the new rules for 2025, particularly the key changes following a public comment period. Then they get you ready for the MVP Open and make their picks!0:00 Steve Dodge & Alternate Disc Golf Histories7:30 Mike Sullivan & New Rules14:45 Timeouts Rule, Pace of Play25:00 Spotters, Self Calls, Disc Modifications, and Mandos41:30 Final Thoughts on Rules48:30 MVP Open Preview56:40 MVP Open Picks

Casey Boat, TJ Majors, Brett Griffin, and Freddie Kraft are back in the studio to recap the inaugural Cup race from Iowa Speedway. With Martin Truex Jr.'s recent retirement announcement, the crew reflects on his storied career and discusses who could step into the #19 car next season. And as rumors swirl around Stewart-Haas Racing drivers, where is the most logical landing spot for each one? Plus, while Chase Elliott is the new regular season points leader, why is nobody considering him a legit contender for the Cup Championship? And you won't believe some of the schedule changes that are in store for next season.  (00:00) BS Session(23:07) Spot On / Spot Off(49:45) Reaction Theatre(01:01:14) #AskDBC(01:09:58) What An Idiot(01:17:21) DBC Picks Want more DBC? Check out and subscribe to the new DBC YouTube channel!

Brendan Shiller and Ben break down the basics on ShotSpotter, Mayoral opposition, MAGA judges, Alito's flag, and much more. Brendan is a defense lawyer, political strategist and a poker player.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Marshall Ferguson (@TSN_Marsh) talks through the 2024 safety updates including expanded and allowed in-game use of guardian caps.Thanks as always to our partners at Fox 40 for making the podcast possible!

One day in 1905 a stranger named Harvey Severn showed up in the town of Litchville, asking where he might find a drink — the state had been dry, by constitutional provision, since 1889. Severn got more than he reckoned for: some toughs from the town waylaid him and beat the tar out of him. They suspected he was a spotter for the Law Enforcement League gathering information to give to legal authorities. Which he was.

(10 Hours) #18 Train Spotters - SLEEPY Boring Objects (Jason Newland) (7th October 2021) by Jason Newland

(music) #18 Train Spotters - SLEEPY Boring Objects (Jason Newland) (7th October 2021) by Jason Newland

(5 Hours) #18 Train Spotters - SLEEPY Boring Objects (Jason Newland) (7th October 2021) by Jason Newland

Parker Kligerman and Landon Cassill, and later joined by Dover winner Ryan Truex, delve into a rich tapestry of motorsport topics. They celebrate the podcast's upcoming one-year milestone and hint at a special Q&A session. The conversation turns to the contentious issue of aero blocking and AI racing leagues. They also dissect the influence of the next-gen car on racing strategy and debate the necessity of spotters. The dialogue extends to parity in racing, recent modifications at Watkins Glen for safety, and diving into the strategy behind Ryan Truex's win at Dover; with Ryan Truex. Sponsorship news, F1 excitement, and the risks of off-track activities for drivers are also discussed, alongside a humorous recounting of a mannequin incident at Barber Motorsport Park and testing escapades at proving grounds. Timestamps: Coming Soon! The Money Lap is the ultimate motorsport podcast with Parker Kligerman and Landon Cassill professional racecar drivers and hilarious hosts taking you through the world of motorsports. Covering NASCAR, F1, Indycar, and more, they'll provide the scoop, gossip, laughs, and stories from the racing biz. If you're a big-time collector or just starting out, Pristine Auction is the choice for unique memorabilia across all sports. Join a community that values quality, service, and scoring great wins. Use code MONEYLAP at Pristine Auction for $10 off your first win. Visit prstn.co/moneylap to enter the giveaway! With over 1100 unique products currently in stock, Spoiler Diecast boasts one of the largest inventories in the industry. We are NASCAR focused, offering a wide range of diecast and apparel options. But that's not all. We've expanded our catalog to include diecast for dirt/sprint cars, Indycar, and F1. As passionate racing fans ourselves, we're constantly growing our offerings to cater to different forms of racing. Use promo code "moneylap" for free shipping and 5% off all orders. https://www.spoilerdiecast.com/ Sign up today for the Money Lap newsletter: https://themoneylap.com/subscribe Read by industry executives in NASCAR, F1, and Indycar, our newsletter and podcast are essential resources for any motorsports enthusiast. Join our community of passionate fans and industry insiders today. Welcome to the future of motorsports media! Copyright 2024, Pixel Racing, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

(no music) #18 Train Spotters - SLEEPY Boring Objects (Jason Newland) (7th October 2021) by Jason Newland

#18 Train Spotters - SLEEPY Boring Objects (Jason Newland) (7th October 2021) by Jason Newland

(10 Hours) #18 Train Spotters - SLEEPY Boring Objects (Jason Newland) (7th October 2021) by Jason Newland

The state health department is requesting an increase in funding so it can more effectively address community health issues.Then, we hear from two reporters following how the US Department of Justice is investigating police in Lexington, Mississippi.Plus, it's tax season. The IRS is sharing how to spot fraud. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Episode 114 the fellas return to chop it up on the week that was in wrestling, Punk and Drew promo, OBA FEMI wins gold, Dynamite returns to Dailys Place, Roman Rumble opponents link up for get back and so much more!!! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thealmanacshow/support

Our Heroes leave Rudolph behind and never make it to the London Train-Spotters Gala.Support The ChannelJoin our Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/questsandchaosOrder the Deck of Inspiration and #blessed Dice Trays - https://shop.questsandchaos.comBuy with our Affiliate Links - https://amzn.to/2p7B67SJoin our discord - https://discord.gg/7gJKxnvMake your hero - http://bit.ly/qncheroforgeNord Games Affiliate Link - https://nordgamesllc.com/3.html

Our Heroes leave Rudolph behind and never make it to the London Train-Spotters Gala.Support The ChannelJoin our Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/questsandchaosOrder the Deck of Inspiration and #blessed Dice Trays - https://shop.questsandchaos.comBuy with our Affiliate Links - https://amzn.to/2p7B67SJoin our discord - https://discord.gg/7gJKxnvMake your hero - http://bit.ly/qncheroforgeNord Games Affiliate Link - https://nordgamesllc.com/3.html

David J. Roth returns to break down the MLB's new pitch clock rule, Shohei Ohtani's amazing season, and the Mets terribl- no, we're not doing a baseball ep! We're getting David's takes on DeSantis' amazing fail record & disgusting personal habits, the relative retail political strength of the GOP bench, and our need for a new WPA to put conservatives to work creating Broadway 2. Find more David Roth over at https://defector.com/