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Scott Rizzuto, Anthony Stalter, and Tim McKernan return to The Spread Zone off a 6–3 week with bold energy, spicy locks, and an actual moment of agreement. Rizz finally puts together a clean card, Stalter recovers from NFL trauma, and Tim lets the AI pick his winners. This week's slate includes Mizzou -5.5 vs. Florida, Mississippi State (yes, again), Texas Tech -7 in a playoff pipe dream, and a heated group discussion around Ohio State laying 20.5. The NFL card gets weird with Bears takes, Seahawks love, and a full fade of the Giants, plus some mild panic about Falcons futures. FanDuel Locks of the Week are in—and yes, they're feeling dangerously confident.The Spread Zone is presented by FanDuel Sportsbook.*LEGAL DISCLAIMER*We provide information about sports betting for entertainment purposes only. Please confirm gambling regulations in your state of residence. To participate in sports gaming, you must be 21 years of age or older and be physically present in a state where sports betting is legal. If you or someone you know has a sports betting or gambling problem, please call 1-800-GAMBLER or visit www.ncpgambling.org for more information and further assistance.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In tonight's sleep hypnosis with Jessica, we're heading to a cozy autumn kitchen to rediscover the magic of mindful cooking. As the warm scent of rosemary fills the air, you'll be guided through a soothing, sensory journey - one that's been designed to nourish both body and mind. While preparing the dish, Jessica invites you to slow down, release tension, and fall asleep as you reconnect with the natural rhythm of life. As always, tonight's episode will start with a relaxing introduction from Jessica, before we sink into tonight's Sleep Hypnosis. Want more Sleep Magic? Join Sleep Magic Premium ✨ Enjoy 2 bonus episodes a month plus all episodes ad-free, access to Jessica's complete back catalog of over 60 episodes, and show your support to Jessica.  To Subscribe 

Scott Rizzuto, Anthony Stalter, and Tim McKernan return to The Spread Zone off a 6–3 week with bold energy, spicy locks, and an actual moment of agreement. Rizz finally puts together a clean card, Stalter recovers from NFL trauma, and Tim lets the AI pick his winners. This week's slate includes Mizzou -5.5 vs. Florida, Mississippi State (yes, again), Texas Tech -7 in a playoff pipe dream, and a heated group discussion around Ohio State laying 20.5. The NFL card gets weird with Bears takes, Seahawks love, and a full fade of the Giants, plus some mild panic about Falcons futures. FanDuel Locks of the Week are in—and yes, they're feeling dangerously confident.The Spread Zone is presented by FanDuel Sportsbook.*LEGAL DISCLAIMER*We provide information about sports betting for entertainment purposes only. Please confirm gambling regulations in your state of residence. To participate in sports gaming, you must be 21 years of age or older and be physically present in a state where sports betting is legal. If you or someone you know has a sports betting or gambling problem, please call 1-800-GAMBLER or visit www.ncpgambling.org for more information and further assistance.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

US voters issued a rebuke of President Donald Trump, US stocks dropped on Tuesday as jitters over highly elevated valuations for many artificial intelligence companies intensified, and some investors are worried there's an AI bubble in Asian stocks as well. Plus, UniCredit's ambition to become a European banking powerhouse has hit a series of roadblocks. Mentioned in this podcast:US election results liveListen to the Swamp Notes podcastUS stocks slide as investors fret over high valuations for AI companiesAsian markets' reliance on AI boom raises ‘bubble' fearsWhat next for Andrea Orcel's UniCredit?Today's FT News Briefing was produced by Marc Filippino, Sonja Hutson, Lulu Smyth and Victoria Craig. Our show was mixed by Kent Militzer. Additional help from Michael Lello. The FT's acting co-head of audio is Topher Forhecz. The show's theme music is by Metaphor Music. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

“Healthy Elvis” Almond Butter & Banana Toast Yields 1 Portion INGREDIENT AMOUNT UNITMulti grain batard bread, 1 slice about 1” thick 1 eachAlmond butter 3 TBSPBananas, sliced 1 eachToasted almonds, coarsely chopped 1 TBSPToasted Coconut flakes, unsweetened 2 tspLocal honey ½ tspCreme fraiche or plain yogurt ½ tspCocoa nibs, toasted ½ tspFlake salt pinch METHOD1. Toast the sliced bread2. Spread the almond butter over the toast from end to end, making sure its evenly coatedso every bite gets almond butter.3. Peel then slice the banana in rounds and lay them all over the almond butter coveredtoast.4. Using a fork, drizzle the honey over the bananas, this will also help the other items stickto the toast.5. Sprinkle the top of the toast with cocoa nibs, toasted almonds, & coconut flakes.6. Using a spoon, drizzle creme fraiche or yogurt over the toast.7. Finish with a sprinkle of flake salt. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

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The guys talk about a disgusting story about a man spreading his stuff, Marney Gellner joins and talks about a Wolves win

GDP Script/ Top Stories for November 4th Publish Date: November 4th PRE-ROLL: From the BG AD Group Studio Welcome to the Gwinnett Daily Post Podcast. Today is Tuesday, November 4th and Happy Birthday to Puff Daddy I’m Peyton Spurlock and here are your top stories presented by KIA Mall of Georgia. Gas South District to host Gwinnett Glows tree lighting event Dacula teen and Gwinnett business owner join forces to spread warmth and hope this winter Cirque du Soleil’s ‘Luzia’ offers a dreamlike escape All of this and more is coming up on the Gwinnett Daily Post podcast, and if you are looking for community news, we encourage you to listen daily and subscribe! Break 1: 07.14.22 KIA MOG STORY 1: Gas South District to host Gwinnett Glows tree lighting event The Gas South District is kicking off the holiday season with its annual tree lighting on Nov. 21, right in front of the Gas South Convention Center. “Gwinnett Glows,” presented by Amazon, runs from 6 to 9 p.m. and is totally free. Expect food trucks, live entertainment, and all the festive vibes. Oh, and hot cocoa—because what’s a tree lighting without it? They’re also teaming up with Rainbow Village to help families in need. Bring a gift to donate to their Amazon Christmas Wishlist, or donate online if you can’t make it. What else? Handmade crafts, photo ops with the Pink Pig, and performances by local choirs. It’s going to be magical. STORY 2: Dacula teen and Gwinnett business owner join forces to spread warmth and hope this winter   Fifteen-year-old Caden Jackson from Dacula High isn’t your average teenager. For the past decade—yes, since he was five—he’s been collecting coats, hats, gloves, and scarves to help kids stay warm in the winter. Through his nonprofit, Loved & Protected, he’s handed out nearly 9,000 pieces of winter gear to those in need. This year, he’s teaming up with Millie Habtemariam, owner of Full Circle Salon & Spa Suites in Suwanee, for the Winter Warmth Drive 2025. Their goal? Collect 5,000 coats, hats, and gloves by Dec. 31. Habtemariam’s salon is a drop-off spot, and she’s even giving donors a free “manifest candle” she makes herself. For Caden, it’s all about the joy. “Seeing kids’ faces light up when they get a new coat—it’s amazing,” he said. Caden’s dream? To take Loved & Protected nationwide. For more info, visit lovedandprotected.org or fullcirclecandle.com STORY 3: Cirque du Soleil’s ‘Luzia’ offers a dreamlike escape   Olivia Aepli and Terrance Jr. Robinson may be relatively new to Cirque du Soleil’s touring family, but they’re no strangers to the grind of life on the road. So, the chance to stay put for a while? They’re loving it. Both performers are part of “Luzia,” Cirque’s stunning “waking dream of Mexico,” running at Atlantic Station from Nov. 6 to Jan. 25. That’s over 50 shows in one spot—an absolute luxury for these road warriors. “Luzia” is Aepli’s first Cirque show, and she’s living her childhood dream. She plays the running woman, performs swing-to-swing, hoop diving, and even pole dancing. Robinson, a Cirque veteran, appears as a hummingbird and also performs hoop diving and acropole. For tickets, visit cirquedusoleil.com/luzia. We have opportunities for sponsors to get great engagement on these shows. Call 770.874.3200 for more info. We’ll be right back Break 2: Ingles Markets 1 STORY 4: Parkview Grad Matt Olson Wins Third Gold Glove Award Parkview grad Matt Olson just added another piece of hardware to his already impressive career. On Sunday night, the Atlanta Braves’ first baseman snagged the Rawlings Gold Glove Award for the National League—his third overall. Olson beat out Bryce Harper and Spencer Steer for the honor, which was announced live on ESPN. He’s no stranger to this award, having won two Gold Gloves back in 2018 and 2019 with the Oakland A’s. This season? Olson was a rock. He played all 162 games, made just five errors in nearly 1,300 chances. Oh, and he’s now only the second Braves first baseman to win a Gold Glove, joining Freddie Freeman. Drafted straight out of high school by Oakland in 2012, Olson’s journey has been nothing short of remarkable. And now, he’s cementing his legacy with his hometown team. STORY 5: Lawrenceville may add more downtown parking near square If you’ve ever circled downtown Lawrenceville looking for a parking spot—especially during an event at the Lawrenceville Lawn—there might be some relief on the horizon. Maybe. The city just bought two properties on South Perry Street, near the AutoZone, for a combined $835,000. What’s the plan? Well, that’s still up in the air. Assistant City Manager Barry Mock hinted at a possible parking lot, saying the southwest side of downtown could use more spaces. But City Manager Chuck Warbington isn’t ruling out redevelopment either. Meanwhile, the city also snagged a truck repair shop on Reid Street for $300,000. It’s been there for decades, but officials want to “clean up” the area and hold the property for future redevelopment. As for the AutoZone? No plans to buy it—yet. Break 3: STORY 6: Gwinnett's Co-ops bracing for increased demand as SNAP benefits end Jackie Wells Smith, director of the Lilburn Co-op, says they’ve seen a steady uptick in families seeking help, especially seniors and working parents who rely on food stamps to make ends meet. “For these families, losing SNAP is like losing a paycheck,” she said. Other co-ops, like Southeast Gwinnett and North Gwinnett, are scrambling too. North Gwinnett is shifting to a twice-a-month food distribution model to manage demand. Gwinnett County is stepping in with $250,000 to help co-ops handle the surge, but the need is overwhelming. “We’re planning for a 25% increase,” Smith said, “but honestly, I think it’ll be more.” Donations of food, hygiene items, and money are desperately needed. Co-ops are asking the community to step up—because the families coming through their doors have no other options. STORY 7: Aurora Theatre ready to celebrate 30 years of Christmas Canteen Thanksgiving’s still weeks away, but the Aurora Theatre? They’re already decking the halls. Their beloved holiday tradition, *Christmas Canteen*, returns Nov. 28 through Dec. 21, and this year’s show promises something extra special: a horn section joining the orchestra for the first time. Think big, brassy, and festive. Now in its 30th season, *Christmas Canteen* is a high-energy mix of dazzling dance, laugh-out-loud comedy, and music that’ll stick in your head long after the curtain falls. But this year’s show is bittersweet—it’s the final one under the musical direction of Ann-Carol Pence, Aurora’s co-founder. What started in 1996 as a WWII-era tribute has grown into a multigenerational tradition, blending Big Band nostalgia with modern carols, comedy, and heartfelt moments. Tickets are on sale now at auroratheatre.com. Don’t wait—this one’s a holiday must-see. We’ll have closing comments after this Break 4: Ingles Markets 1 Signoff – Thanks again for hanging out with us on today’s Gwinnett Daily Post Podcast. If you enjoy these shows, we encourage you to check out our other offerings, like the Cherokee Tribune Ledger podcast, the Marietta Daily Journal, or the Community Podcast for Rockdale Newton and Morgan Counties. Read more about all our stories and get other great content at www.gwinnettdailypost.com Did you know over 50% of Americans listen to podcasts weekly? Giving you important news about our community and telling great stories are what we do. Make sure you join us for our next episode and be sure to share this podcast on social media with your friends and family. Add us to your Alexa Flash Briefing or your Google Home Briefing and be sure to like, follow, and subscribe wherever you get your podcasts. 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Send us a textWhat does it really take to reinvent your life after decades in a stable career? In this inspiring episode of Light Up Your Worth, host Debbie McAllister sits down with Dr. Lori McDowell, CEO of Reimagined You Strategies and author of The Reinvention Mindset, to explore how transformation begins with the courage to listen to your intuition and trust your worth.After a 30-year career in chemical engineering, Lori found herself yearning for more meaning and purpose. Her story is a powerful reminder that fulfillment isn't found in titles or paychecks—it's found in alignment with who you truly are. Lori shares how embracing her reinvention mindset led her from corporate America to becoming a speaker, author, and mindset coach, helping others uncover their authentic selves.In this heartfelt conversation, Lori and Debbie dive into:

"People always give me a hard time, they're like, 'You never show emotion after your race.' And I'm like, 'You run this and then you try to show emotion!'" It's hard to describe the feeling of walking out into the stunning Appel Room at Jazz at Lincoln Center, warmly greeted by 500 people in Team Ali sweatshirts, courtesy of New Balance, and getting to interview Sydney McLaughlin-Levrone. This live show was magical, marvelous, magnificent, and so very memorable. Thank you to everyone who joined us, thank you to Sydney, and thank you to New Balance for the unwavering support.  Sydney is one of the greatest track and field athletes of all-time. She's a six-time world record holder. She holds the world record in the 400m hurdles, and the American record in the flat 400m. She's a four-time Olympic gold medalist, a five-time World Championships gold medalist, a one-time silver medalist (oh we talk about her relationship with the silver), and a five-time U.S. champion. She can also juggle, and it was an absolute joy to get to know her during this event. Enjoy! FOLLOW SYDNEY @sydneymclaughlin16 SPONSOR:  New Balance: Click here to get your hands on the new New Balance FuelCell Rebel v5! Follow Ali: Instagram @aliontherun1 Join the Facebook group Support on Patreon Subscribe to the newsletter SUPPORT the Ali on the Run Show! If you're enjoying the show, please subscribe and leave a rating and review on Apple Podcasts. Spread the run love. And if you liked this episode, share it with your friends!

This week we are joined by Anika Fajardo! Anika Fajardo is an award-winning writer born in Colombia and raised in Minnesota. Her debut novel for adult readers is The Many Mothers of Dolores Moore. She is also the author of the middle-grade books What If a Fish and Meet Me Halfway, as well as the memoir Magical Realism for Non-Believers.In this episode, Anika Fajardo shares her journey from growing up in Minnesota to exploring her Colombian roots. She discusses her path from teaching to becoming a librarian and eventually a published author. Anika delves into her writing process, the inspiration behind her memoir and novels, and the challenges of navigating cultural identity. The conversation also touches on themes of motherhood, personal growth, and the influence of family heritage on her work. Join us for an insightful discussion on creativity, identity, and the power of storytelling.Recommendations From This Episode: Evolving VeganReading RainbowIn Cold BloodFollow Anika: @anikawriter ; anikafajardo.comFollow Carly: @carlyjmontagFollow Emily: @thefunnywalshFollow the podcast: @aloneatlunchpod Please rate and review the podcast! Spread the word! Tell your friends! Email us: aloneatlunch@gmail.com Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Sometimes in life, you have to be the heel or the bad guy. That may sound harsh, but it's true. Tune in to find out what I mean.    This episode is sponsored by Bud O'Fly Gear, Spread your wings.  Spread the word. And by The AWO Book Series, available on Amazon. And also, Motivational Vacations. Swing by the website and book your next stay, Today. Also, if you would like to reach Ya Buddy Emerson, send him an email at eac1117@yahoo.com.

Contrary rin to popular belief, kindness is not a weakness. It's like a much-needed commodity na kailangan nating i-share dahil anyone we meet could use it.All Rights Reserved, CBN Asia Inc.https://www.cbnasia.com/giveSupport the show

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 24 Eve of the New Order In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden   "Am I going to have to spank this little kitty to teach you a lesson?" Rio asked sweetly. Mercy vigorously shook her head in denial. "So you don't want me to do this?" Rio began energetically rubbing her fingers over the moist cunt. I was distracted from the rest of that exchange by Barbie Lynn's recovery. She climbed up my body, cheeks still full of my cum and staring at me with a mischievous hunger. At the moment I thought we were going to mimic the cum-swapping trick Ms. Lane and I had done, she went in another direction. Barbie Lynn leaned forward within inches of Vivian's face. Vivian reacted by pulling away, knocking the back of her skull against the headboard of the bed. "Barbie Lynn, I am not kissing you, and I am certainly not kissing you with Zane's, seed/semen in your mouth," Vivian insisted. Barbie Lynn mumbled something that sounded somewhat like 'but you'll like it' and did her best to look sexy, innocent, and inviting all at once. She would have had me convinced that brushing my teeth with uranium hexafluoride was the best thing for long term dental health too. Barbie Lynn pressed forward, Vivian held her back by putting a hand on each shoulder, and then Barbie Lynn transferred one of Vivian's hands so that it now supported one of Barbie Lynn's dangling tits. Realistically, Vivian was better at Karate than Barbie Lynn and could have blocked/resisted the blow, but Vivian had the ability to be remarkably compliant at the weirdest of times, like right now. Barbie Lynn was really close to doing as promised. "Please don't," Vivian asked softly. Barbie Lynn went one step further; she tapped her forehead to Vivian's forehead, smiled at her, and sat up, ready to swallow at last. "Wait, don't!" Rio cried out. She switched direction so that she was beside Barbie Lynn and they were the ones now actually kissing and letting my semen travel from tongue to tongue. When Rio got her share and then some, she spun rapidly back to Mercy and slapped that girl's thigh, motioning her up on her knees facing Rio. As Mercy reached the appointed position, Rio took her head in both hands and bore into a powerful oral exchange. One blowjob with three recipients, not my normal wake-up routine. That aforementioned bunch of guys is going to crucify me, upside down. Mercy went from slightly hesitant to rather animated in seconds, keeping tight to Rio as Rio tried to withdraw. Mercy's tongue lashed Rio's mouth a few more times before Rio pushed her back. "You like that, my Bang-bunny?" Rio taunted Mercy. "Do you like Zane's cream on your tongue and going down your throat?" "Yes," Mercy responded shyly, "yes, I like it very much." I waited for 'can I have another' and an inappropriate chorus from 'Oliver'. Rio didn't see things that way. She wrapped Mercy up by the waist and kissed her once more. "Okay, but since you are such a lousy cocksucker I am going to make you practice on Zane every night at eleven until you get it right, at least until the end of the semester," Rio scolded Mercy. "If that is what you want!" Mercy beamed. "Lord Jesus, save me," Vivian prayed for sanity to return to the room. "Oh, no, you are not," Barbie Lynn challenged Mercy and Rio's little scheme as she rushed to my rescue. "Not every night, anyway," she added. Maybe not rushing to my rescue after all. "The next lady to lay claim to my sexual favors, I'm going to make French kiss Ms. Marlowe during breakfast at the Dining Hall," I threatened. "Spread the word." "How is that going to work?" Rio snickered. "I don't know, but I've done every other inconceivable thing I've set out to do so why should this be any different?" I gave her a lopsided grin. "Yes, all of this is very nice," Vivian lectured, "but Zane only has seven minutes left to take a shower downstairs." We started to stampede for the exit. "Robes, towels," Vivian reminded us. She was rapidly learning many of the important skills one needs to become a mother to teenagers, a cat wrangler, or a prison guard. The Dawn of the New Order, like it or not.   It started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm toward the dining hall and breakfast. We received texts, or our dorm mothers received them if we didn't have that function, assigning us a tribe we belonged to. What was a tribe? No one seemed to have a clue what this entailed for us.   "So," Iona was the first to ask me, "What tribe are you part of?"   "My tribe's called the Mediator tribe," I responded. "What lame-ass name does your tribe have?" Iona blinked at me, took my phone from my hands, and looked at it while we walked.   "Mercy and I are in 17," Rio sneered. "Why did your group merit a name and ours didn't?"   "Because Zane doesn't have a tribe," Iona figured. "He is not of the mediator tribe; he's a mediator. The real question is, how many mediators are there and what is their responsibility?"   "I'm in tribe three," Vivian volunteered. "I do have a notation but no indication who to see about it." The conversations around us were going in the same general direction, the girls trying to figure what sort of disruptions this would cause. The teachers put a kibosh on students walking around and finding out where their friends were placed so the text and phone messages being tossed around were obscene.   The surprise going to breakfast had saved virtually all of the freshmen from Handmaiden's Duty but they snapped us up heading for Assembly. I had Frederica Nicholas who decided to make a game of her giving me a word and me having to create a poetic verse. I rapidly learned the more risqu my verse, the more touchy-feely she became. (And she is a Rhaine supporter, huh?) I am a glutton for sexual foreplay no matter where it comes from.   Entry into the Assembly Hall brought its own special form of confusion. All the seats had numbers for the tribes that could sit there. I didn't find my group anywhere but I did catch the fact that Christina's group had been broken up. I stopped by Heaven to put a comforting hand on her shoulder because she looked terribly unsettled before I approached Ms. Goodswell on the stage.   My spiritual advisor stood up, walked to the edge of the stage, and knelt down so we could talk privately.   "Hi, Teach. I can't seem to find my groups/tribe's area," I said pleasantly. "Can you help me out? Hell, can you tell me what's going on?"   "Zane, your seat is right over there," she said, pointing to a chair on the front row, aisle seat. She smiled sadly. "All I can tell you about this program right now is that I trust you." Oh crap, that didn't sound good. Sitting on the front row, the region normally reserved for seniors, was just as disturbing. I sensed an epic boning in my future and I was sure I knew who the chick with the strap-on was.   Chancellor Bazz came to the podium and led us through the first ten minutes of the session. I could tell she was simmering with anger and resentment over whatever the upcoming fiasco was, and she showed it. She introduced Vice Chancellor Scarlett, then sat down abruptly. Her enthusiasm wasn't muted; it was buried in the core of the earth.   "Greetings, students of Freedom Fellowship University; I believe we stand at the first step to a great, glorious, and blessed experiment," Vice Chancellor Doctor Victoria Scarlett began. Her plan did sound grandiose, was certainly going to be famous (or infamous), and whichever supernatural powers put their mark on this train wreck, I was sure we'd discover the Arch-angel Morningstar also had his sulfuric fingerprints on it when the CSI's were finally brought in.   The basics of the scheme: There would be eighteen tribes of fifty or more members. Each tribe had all four grades in it but was focused on declared majors so that the girls could support one another. Each tribe would internally determine how they would regulate themselves as well. Externally, relations would be overseen by the Mediator, yes, that was in the singular, as in one: me.   At this point, I was wondering if jumping up, shooting Scarlett in the heart, and crying 'Sic semper tyrannis' was appropriate. I didn't have a gun and realistically, Victoria didn't deserve death for what she was putting all of us through. A few days in a pillory would suffice. No, she was making me be the 'Man' of our academic community, our judge and arbitrator.   As for my job qualifications, or lack thereof; I am considered morally loose, if not downright deviant. I'm an eighteen-year-old boy telling twenty-one-year-old women what to do, I have no legal experience, oh, yes, and half the campus hates my guts. I almost missed it when Doctor Scarlett added that Vivian would remain my guardian.   Maybe Vivian would throw herself in the path of a sharpened pencil, pen, or stylus aimed at my heart by any number of the young ladies that wanted me dead, just like a Secret Service Agent.   "You will be informed of the location of your first meetings. Each tribe will meet at eight o'clock tonight and tomorrow night to create the foundations of your group," Doctor Scarlett informed us.   "Tribes five and seventeen will be meeting in the Solarium of Alan Smithee dorm, if that is okay with Mr. Braxton." Victoria looked my way. I stood up in case anyone missed my discomfort for being called out and actually asked by a lead educator for anything resembling permission on this campus.   "Eight o'clock tonight?" I questioned. "I don't know if that works for me. I have a Brazilian body wax at eight and have scheduled my eyebrows to be plucked at 8:45, plus there is a new episode of NCIs: Los Angeles at nine."   "How about they promise to keep the noise level down?" Victoria volleyed right back at me without missing a beat.   "Very well, Doctor Scarlett, if you personally guarantee their behavior, I'm okay with them using my room," I allowed. I couldn't provoke Scarlett and I couldn't embarrass her, so I was back to facing her rear-bound artificial cock catching up with my behind. I sat back down. Victoria quickly exited center stage and a bitter Chancellor ushered us through the last of the service.   I waited outside the Assembly Hall for my friends and my Handmaiden for the moment, Theresa Yates. Christina and Chastity caught up with me first, both giving me a curious look.   "Bro," Rio sneered as she and Mercy joined us, "we need to discuss your future abuse of power, bribes and kick-backs you are going to get. Nice banter with ol' Scarlett too."   "Yes," Christina said sarcastically, "being flippant with the Vice Chancellor backfired so spectacularly the first time, it definitely needed repeating." Her criticism really sucked because I always secretly wanted her to think well of me.   "What's your plan?" Chastity prodded me. She was always helping me out when she got the chance. As she finished, Iona, Hope, Faith, and Heaven showed up.   "They split us up," growled Heaven. "Do something, Zane."   "He just found out about this," Iona responded before I could. "Give it time and combined, we will come up with a solution together." I sighed with some relief at her assistance and then I blinked. The powerful kiss I planted on Iona's lips caught everyone off-guard.   "Freaking brilliant!" I complimented her gaily, giddy with glee. I didn't have an actual plan yet but I had a direction to propel my thought toward. With my mind awhirl, I caught sight of Theresa moving past me on her way to class.   "Hey, Theresa," I called out. "What are you having me do today?" She looked a bit shocked.   "Zane, we are no longer allowed to call on you for Handmaiden's Duty," she informed me.   "Oh, He, ck no," I choked out. "Who says?"   "The Vice-Chancellor declared you to be outside the tradition," she stated sadly. I wasn't going to stand for this. Victoria was building a wedge between me and the rest of the student body.   "Iona, do that tech-thing that you do and inform the ladies that by the authority vested in me as mediator, I am reinstating myself as part of the Handmaiden's duty until, over half of the tribal leaders petition that I do otherwise," I announced.   "By tech-thing, do you mean send a text message with an accompanying e-mail to all the students on the school registry?" Iona regarded me quizzically.   "Zane," Chastity worried, "are you sure you have the authority?"   "Of course he has the authority," Rio declared. "He's the freaking mediator." Sometimes I would really like to get a word in before the conversation runs away from me.   I swatted Iona on the ass, she squawked.   "Chastity, this is clearly a game of chicken, so why not see how far Scarlett is willing to go," I replied. The look Christina gave me restored my faith in me; her eyes beamed at me, alight with an intellectual fire. I had one last thing to do while the chaos boiled one last time before the ebb: I hugged Rio.   "I want you to break into Gabrielle's place," I whispered in her ear, "wait for her to come get you, and tell her this: There is no Cordelia Dresden."   "Back off, Joker," Rio punched me. Rio trusted me not to put her in harm's way if I had another choice and Gabrielle knew that Rio would be the last person any sane individual would trust to do this.   She gave no hint of a reply to my request. The assumption was, if Cordelia didn't know what we were up to, she couldn't figure out a way to stop us, and right now I wanted a way for us out of her little game here at FFU. My current theory was that the girl I knew as Cordelia didn't exist before she came here, she was an invented personality, and I wanted to know who the inventor was.   Oh yeah, back to my actual life where my academic and social lives were in upheaval because my current nemesis (or one of them anyway) was a crusading idealist. I swear to God, if I survive this place, I will never forgive Aunt Jill for not sending me to the University of Hawaii, which was my first choice for college. All I had to worry about there was hurricanes, tsunamis, volcanoes, and the wrath of the island spirits for despoiling virgins, simple shit.   "Zane, you will discuss the merits and sins of the concubines of King Solomon with me," Theresa said, as she passed me her backpack to carry. Life rolled back to semi-normal and we separated to make our way to our first classes of the day. That illusion took another ill turn when I entered English class with Ms. Goodswell. She gestured for me to come to her desk before the lesson began.   "Zane," she informed me softly, "none of the female teachers or administrators at this school can give you orders, only suggestions. Only Doctor Jennings may truly compel you to do anything."   This bombshell was the reason she said she trusted me back in Assembly. The only one making me do the right thing was me. I had never considered me Mr. Responsibility before so I was in for a crash course in having authority over 900 students and 100 teachers. I told Virginia Goodswell about my decision concerning my Handmaiden's Duty to get her input, then compelled her to treat me as any other student, because apparently, I'm in charge of students now.   "There are old soldiers and there are bold soldiers, but there are very few old, bold soldiers," she reminded me. "Never forget, no matter how dark it may seem, Zane, you are never alone."   "I could always use a picture of you in a white, low-cut bikini to inspire me," I hinted.   "Mr. Braxton, by the authority vested in me by the mediator, I order you to take your seat so we can begin classes," she smirked. Oh, the irony: stymied by my own hubris.   Celia Wanamaker snapped me up coming out of English class. Vivian was waiting for me and Raven was in tow, right up until Paige snapped her up. Celia had me name a biblical character for each letter of the alphabet. Paige had Raven quote bible verses, backwards. As if there was any doubt my day could get worse, it did so immediately.   "Oh, the great Priest-King approaches!" screeched Rio on seeing me. "We all must genuflect, that's kneel down until your head touches the ground for you stupid bitches, until the Mediator passes." The horrible, horrible thing was that dozens of confused girls started doing just that.   "Hold on," I held up my hands for attention, "Hold on. Rio is mistaken. Genuflecting is only done during the Holy Days of Christmas, Good Friday, and Easter."   Okay, I made that up off the fly and I figured that I wouldn't be at school for Christmas, and Good Friday and Easter were next year and I'd worry about that then. For now:   "Emily, Rebecca, Henrietta, and Magdalena, please carry Rio to her next class, by the legs and arms," I instructed some of the closest students. "If a door or other object gets in the way, don't hesitate to use her head as a battering ram."   "Damn, Bro, that's harsh," Rio giggled from the floor. I knelt beside her.   "Yeah," I whispered, "like being man-handled by four girls isn't going to turn you on."   "Don't tell them that," she whispered back. I rose and continued on to class. A wiggling, squirming, cursing, and fighting Rio followed us.   I went through the same rigmarole in Biblical Archeology. I told the teacher that using my authority over students, I was instructing her to instruct me as if I was any other student, because I was a student and this was the area of my authority; right? She bought into my reasoning with some relief.   "How was it?" I mouthed to Rio once class was well on the way.   "Two hands all the way up the thigh, one knows I forgot my undies and was thoroughly soaked, two titties grabbed," Rio described what she'd been subjected to, "and I got to bite Magdalena's ass. I love those soccer player asses. You are most likely the best friend I will ever know; thank you."   "Always willing to help a fellow pervert out," I grinned back. Rio winked, then returned to work. I needed all the humor I could get because it was going to be a long damn day. By the time I made Marksmanship at three o'clock, I was damn happy to shoot something. I got some relief by having my best day ever, scoring a 53 (out of a possible 100) at the range. When I finished, I noticed a large number of my club mates standing close by.   WOMEN and the WORLD at LARGE   "Yes?" I questioned the ladies clustered behind me at the firing line.   "Oh, we are huddling behind your manliness," Daphne, one of the better shooters, joked.   "Manliness? Daphne, you just shot an 87. Hell, if you ladies want to be safe, stand in front of me, because apparently that's the one place my bullets don't go," I chided her.   That was a slight exaggeration. I was a pretty good shot out to 50 meters, but when I have to use binoculars to even see the target some of these girls are nailing, I know I have a long way to go.   "Zane, police your station," Hope instructed me. "Everyone, it is time for field training." This was the other part of marksmanship, sneaking around and spotting targets in the woods. We didn't use live rounds but it was still fun stuff.   "Gung-ho!" I responded to Hope. I'd heard that this was the battle cry of an Asian-American unit in World War II; Japanese I think.   "I'm Korean, Zane," Hope tried not to chuckle. "We are not exactly friends with the Japanese."   "If I stop saying it will you ask your Daddy not to come?" I inquired hopefully.   "If you keep saying it, I'll stop telling my Father I can't live without you," she countered.   "You can't live without me?" I questioned.   "Of course I can live without you, but I had to think of something to stop him from parachuting here in the dead of night and slitting your throat," she confided.   "You are joking; right?" I worried. Hope was nonresponsive as we got our gear together for the hike. "Hope, tell me that was a joke." Once we passed into the forest, Hope was quiet, business-like and nothing but. We were a mile into our trek when Hope settled down to study the environs. Per procedure, Hope watched to her front and left; I crouched at her back, facing away, and watched to our rear and Hope's right.   We would stay this way until Hope set up on the target, which was when I became her spotter. Since we weren't there yet, I scanned my area one more time, then cupped my right hand and reached behind me until I touched Hope's ass. I waited for a reaction of any kind but none came. Three seconds later I began to gently coast along her posterior, lightly squeezing her buttocks and rubbing along her cleft.   With a careful ear, I caught Hope's breath gaining in intensity. A few seconds later, she reached back and tapped my arm lightly so I stopped. Hope then rose carefully and we continued on our way. During the entire encounter, neither one of us had deviated from our watchfulness, which gave the whole situation a greater erotic appeal for me.   "Zane," Hope caught my attention as the last rifle and bullet was secured away, "I really wasn't sure how you would deal with me, being better than you. How do you do it?"   "All the training and skill in the world isn't worth a damn if you won't fight," I tried to explain. "A willingness to fight without talent is a waste. Hope, you didn't defeat me; you beat me."   She seemed to be searching for my definition of those two terms.   "Let's walk over to Orienteering before Heaven pops," I suggested. "We can both pin Heaven down but short of killing her, I'm not sure how to stop her." Hope chuckled at that assessment and nodded. "Hope, you put me on the mat and made me tap out, you beat me. You haven't discouraged me from coming at you when I feel I'm more capable, you haven't defeated me."   "Beating implies physical dominance but defeat is a state of mind," Hope replied as she stripped my definitions bare. I swung back my hand to spank her ass. Hope flinched slightly as instinct recognized the incoming blow and dictated a menu of responses, most of which involved causing me pain. I spanked her left ass cheek; Hope yelped and glared over her shoulder at me in feigned annoyance.   "You are a very verbose wench," I shook my finger at her.   "Do you want them to perform an extensive autopsy to figure out where I stuck that finger or are you going to remove it from my face right now?" she challenged me mirthfully. I stepped to her side, draped an arm around her waist; a second later she hesitantly echoed the gesture.   When we got to Orienteering, Hope and I parted company and I joined my fellow students as Heaven stood before us. The silence dragged on, and on until I finally felt compelled to raise my hand.   "Yes, Zane?" Heaven asked sweetly. You know; that 'sweetly' that says, I have an iron skillet to the head in my immediate future.   "Class? Are we going to have class today? Please?" I mumbled.   "I don't know, Zane," Heaven glared at me with a vicious smile stitched to her face. "Do we have your permission to have class today? Apparently we need to." Oh, fuck-buckets; Hope had probably had the same instructions and blown them off; Heaven was going a different way.   "I understand," I announced with dignity as I stood and walked up beside Heaven before facing the rest of the class. "As your appointed mediator, I think we should come forth and pray on the matter. All of you come to the front and kneel in a semi-circle; you too Heaven." I put a hand on her shoulder and put pressure on her to kneel beside me, right beside me.   The girls gathered around, Heaven was on her knees only inches from my crotch with her eyes flickering from my hard cock (I'm giving strong consideration to slamming that bastard in the middle of the US Tax Code to make it calm down) to my eyes. Soon I was in the center of a waist-level sea of slightly swaying female heads.   "Let us pray," I intoned. "Lord, guide us and give us strength to be true to ourselves, have faith in the gifts of insight, determination, and self-worth you have given us. Also, give us the vision to see what is wrong, the knowledge to understand when we hear things that are nonsense, and the will to forge past those words so that we find our own voice. In Jesus Christ's name we pray; Amen." "Amen," the girls said, at varying volumes and with varying conviction. They were all there, on their knees, staring at me. I swear to God, if one of them had 'Bahhed, I'd have died on the spot. "Okay, who believes I'm more qualified to teach this class than Heaven?" I began. Two girls started to raise their hands then self-consciously reversed direction. "You are all correct; I am totally unqualified to teach this class. I am totally unqualified to tell any of you to do virtually anything. I don't know more about life than any of the rest of you do. At eighteen, I'm younger than most of you. I'm a guy, nothing more. You ladies don't need me. Really, do any of you have any need of me whatsoever?" "Sex," blurted out of the mouth of Ruth, one of the senior club members. No one said anything for a few seconds. Okay, I could deal with this. "Fine, sex. With the Purity Pledge here, do any of you think you would need me for sex?" Twelve of the fourteen girls raised their hands; counting Heaven made it thirteen. I wanted to be anywhere else but in the deathtrap of my own creation. Screw that; I wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole and pull the dirt in behind me. "We hear you are really good at it," Benios tried to explain things to me. "Brandi told us all about blowjobs. Those seem safe enough with the Pledge," Michelle added. Heaven started snickering at my expense. "All right, everyone," Heaven raised her voice as she stood up, accidentally squeezing my cock through my pants as she did so, "let's get started, and if no one screws up today, we can have Thursday's class in Zane's bedroom." We finished the last class for the day and started leaving our outdoor classroom when Ruth put her hand on my lower arm. "Zane, does a blowjob violate the Purity Pledge?" she asked. That wasn't really what she was asking. Why would I know the specifics of a pledge that everyone knew I hadn't taken? No, what she was asking was if she could experiment with oral sex with me. The other girls were not so surreptitiously hanging around for the answer. "Honestly, I don't believe that fellatio is an acceptable alternative to vaginal sex unless it includes cunnilingus," I bullshitted. I believed that, but I was hoping the lingo would buy me an exit. "What?" Ruth stammered. "Oh, I know that," Michelle giggled. "Fellatio is when you take a man's phallus and put it in your mouth, and cunnilingus is when a man puts his mouth, down there," she pointed at her crotch. "Zane, do you do that too? Put your mouth, Ruth hounded me. "Sure," I confessed. "Every man should, but in reality, it is more than tongue work", I wiggled my tongue, "but finger work too. All you have to do is think how your fingers feel down there, except this time they are under someone else's control and you have a strong, flexible muscle added to the mix." I instantly knew I was missing something with this audience. "You touch yourself; right?" I questioned. By many of the guilty looks, I could tell that most of the class had, but a surprising number hadn't, Ruth included. "I never have," Ruth replied. "I was afraid I'd stop being a virgin." I nodded, walked over to the closest tree, and banged my head against it. "That's enough for today," Heaven intervened. "We can pick up this wonderful, non-orienteering discussion next time." She ushered me away. I was rather thankful to get away and into the company of someone I trusted. "Are you ready for tonight?" "You mean am I waiting to pack your tight ass and drag my fingernails over your back until I draw blood? Yes," I grinned down at her. "Evil!" she giggled. "You are sinister, vile, and an aberration to all that is pure in the world." "Well, you are purely wonderful," I countered. "So is this a case of opposites attract?" "Do you like to see me that way?" my transvestite lover teased. "Your legs on my shoulders as I drive into you; on your hands and knees; you looking down at me as you slide down that first time, your ass cheeks bouncing, with my hands kneading them as you face away, but most of all, with your head on my chest, asleep, your hair spilling over your eyes as you lay there, that's the best," I related. "How can you be lusty and sweet at the same time?" she murmured. "It's how you make me feel, Heaven," I explained. "It is no mystery, you are that good to me." "Best boyfriend ever," she whispered, as she hugged my arm tight. On the final approach to Heaven's dorm, she gave me a nudge. "So, how did you beat the ten-second rule?" Heaven prodded me. "We have a ten-second rule?" I questioned. "We don't, silly; it's Hope's rule," Heaven grinned. "No one holds her for more than ten seconds. She has, had proximity issues." "We were intimate," I pointed out. "That probably helps." "I hope so," Heaven laughed. "The first time Christina and I barged into her room, we found ourselves staring down the barrel of a gun. Chastity was her roommate and she nearly freaked because she didn't know Hope had an automatic, much less slept with one under her pillow." "Note to self: never climb in Hope's window looking for a midnight hook-up," I sighed. "Hey," Heaven playfully grumbled, "if you are crawling in anyone's window for some late-night booty, it had better be my window and my booty you are after, Mister." "Or what?" I teased. "Are we back to me being in a deep, dark hole, you with the only key, dressed up for me in black strips of leather?" That description dated back to our first day on campus together when she hated my very existence. "Bitch," Heaven growled with frustrated desire. "I'll see you at the car in ten minutes, then." I gave a double pump of the eyebrows and left. We had been invited by Officer Danica Campbell of the Lancaster PD for a barbeque so we could get reacquainted. It was something Heaven was really looking forward to (not that I minded). Danica's house needed a little yard work but was otherwise an unremarkable ranch style house with an attached carport. Heaven's hands kept fluttering at her sides and straightening out her skirt. Me; I was in a long-sleeved pull-over and jeans and was having a much easier time of it emotionally. My only problem was our timetable; I had to be back before nine. We could smell the burning charcoal from the front yard but I indicated to Heaven that we weren't friends enough to simply walk around back unannounced. We rang the doorbell, then rang it again. Heaven was going for a third, nervous try when Danica opened the door. "Hey, you two, come on in," she greeted us, and stepped aside so we could enter. The first aura I detected in Danica's home was of benign neglect; the house was inhabited but no one actually lived here. Everything looked old but not worn, except for one chair and the cabinet around the TV which had VHS tapes (?) and scores of DVDs from the past ten years. Danica was in a lumberjack shirt, jeans, and deck shoes with a noticeable lack of bra, panties, and socks. "I'm glad you two showed up," Danica said, talking to us as we followed her through the living room to the kitchen. We could see the grill cooking away on a concrete patio through a sliding glass door. "I almost showed up last night," Heaven blurted out, then looked mortified. "You would have had to wait a while," Danica joked. "I worked last night." "I would have put her to sleep on the doorstep, covered her in a blanket, and given her a garden gnome to use as a pillow," I joked. Heaven blushed furiously and punched me in the arm. "Be careful, Mister Braxton," Danica threatened me with a wink, "I have handcuffs, pepper spray, and a taser, behave." I was hoping that comical exchange would have reduced the tension. It almost worked. As Danica opened the sliding glass door, she turned to say something. I have no idea what it was that got into her but at that point, Heaven threw herself at our hostess, wrapped her arms around Danica's neck, and kissed the lady cop. Danica staggered out the door onto the patio, grabbed the doorsill before they toppled over, and after her obvious moment of panic, put her other arm around Heaven's waist. Third Wheel Syndrome was kicking in for a while as the two kept tickling each other's tonsils and rubbing their bodies together. "I, ah, wanted to kiss you since I talked to you on the phone," Heaven finally said. Danica stroked a finger along Heaven's left earlobe, wiggling it back and forth. "Mission accomplished," Danica smiled. "You don't date much, do you? That's not a condemnation; it's just, you have a raw intensity I haven't seen in a while. I like it." Heaven looked ready to dive into another lip frenzy when our hostess held her up. "Let's check on the grill, unless you like your pork chops and chicken burnt as hard as the coals that made 'em." Heaven gave Danica enough lead to make it to the grill and open it up. My friend coughed and choked as the smoke billowed out; it was Heaven's first outdoor barbeque, or at least the first that didn't involve a professional pit master and a whole steer. "Give her some room," I cautioned Heaven. "I hear those things are hot." It was my first time too, but they had similar things in Thailand so I wasn't totally lost. Eventually, I was forced to wrap my arms around Heaven from behind to keep her from bouncing all over the place. Her enthusiasm didn't bother me; she was fun and felt she had a lot of catching up to do. We chatted about her work and our school machinations. Danica made a crack about me and women putting me on my back, funny like a crutch. We gathered in her living room; it was the only room that had the seats to meet our needs with the meat, coleslaw, hush puppies, and lima beans to eat. There was the promise of sherbet if dinner didn't fill us up. Things were going so smoothly that I almost missed Danica's little ploy. "Heaven, since you are getting a beer, would you get me one too," Danica off-handedly mentioned. We were finishing up the meal and washing it down with the appropriate beverage, lemonade in my case and beer in theirs. "Sure," Heaven smiled warmly, and off she went. She didn't hear Danica get up and follow her into the kitchen, though Danica did give me a wink. The moment Heaven pulled the two lagers out of the refrigerator, Danica slipped up behind her and pressed her body into Heaven's. For a second, Heaven thought it was me and was looking over her shoulder to chastise me. I was following but was hanging back. "Zane, then she noticed it was Danica, "Huh?" "Hey, Precious," Danica purred to her, "it seems your hands are occupied;" gesturing to the beer in each. Danica stretched her arms around and cupped Heaven's breasts and began massaging them. Heaven tried to twist around but Danica didn't let her. She bit into Heaven's neck instead, sucking up and down from ear to shoulder. "The last time you snuck up on me; now it is my turn. How does it feel?" Danica continued. She pressed Heaven up against the refrigerator door, grinding her there for a while before letting Heaven turn and faced her. "It feels good," Heaven gulped, "but I know some other things I want to do to you that are better." Danica answered that by sensually sliding down Heaven's body until she was kneeling. From there she lifted Heaven's skirt, pulled down her double panties and started making kissing/slurping noises that made Heaven shudder in anticipation. Danica was bobbing in a slow, languid style that was pushing the tranny toward her own internal blaze. I saw the opportunity to come up and relieve Heaven of her beers before she dropped them. Heaven's hands dropped immediately to Danica's head and trembled with the desire to push Danica farther and farther down her cock. Danica held her off, having more blowjob experience than Heaven and I combined. I took the time offered to remove all our shirts and Heaven's bra before alternating kissing Danica's neck and back while playing with her tits, and going to Heaven and kissing her and teasing her nipples with my teeth. She was over-eager and was tapping Danica's crown inside a minute, indicating the shortness of her fuse. Heaven gave a muted squeak followed by, "Oh, God, that's so fucking good, take it, oh, God, take it!" Danica did a masterful job of soaking up everything Heaven had to give and draining her dry afterwards. Danica had to hold Heaven's hips to stop my lover from sliding to the ground on her ass. "I think we will all be passing on the sherbet," Danica grinned while licking her lips. Heaven nodded, first shakily but soon with much more assurance. I kicked off my shoes in my own endorsement of this plan and we were soon all migrating to Danica's bedroom. Heaven, new to the romantic aspects of sexuality, dove straight onto the bed and shimmied out of her skirt. Danica and I stopped at the foot of said bed and shed our pants (and underwear for me). As Heaven looked at us, I pulled Danica's hair aside and began kissing her from right beneath her ear down to the nape of her neck. Danica responded by pressing her backside into me and gyrating her ass on my crotch. Danica ran her left hand behind her back and began moving it sensually along my stomach to the base of my cock and up again. Her right hand stroked my thigh and hip on the other side. I countered by moving my left to her left breast, mauling it but leaving the nipple unmolested for now. My right hand went in a serpentine fashion to her crotch and hovered right above her clitoris. We played tag with our intimate parts long enough for Danica to start sweating and moaning against me. "Why aren't you married, again?" she snickered. "Oh, yeah, you being eighteen and all." "Are you too much woman for one man?" I countered. "Actually, I've been looking for someone special," she confessed, but she wasn't looking at me when she said it. That wasn't lost on Heaven either; her jaw dropped. "Don't freak," Danica reassured her. "I know we don't have much in common, I'm a townie and you're a rich girl from somewhere else, but we have until spring if you want to hang out." It took Heaven a few moments to digest that. "I'd like that, Danica; I'd like that a lot," she smiled. "Well, I'd like it if you came over here and kissed me before your boyfriend drives me totally nuts," Danica teased her. Heaven got on her knees and waddled to the end of the bed to join us. "Wait," Heaven said at the last second, eyes wide with surprise. "I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, I rock!" and then she dove into Danica's lips. Danica was propelled into me by Heaven's passionate embrace. She reciprocated by moving her hand off my hip and onto Heaven's semi-rigid cock. Heaven's phallus hardened quickly enough and she upped the tempo by buoying up her breasts and initiating a nipple fight between her tits and Danica's, wow, a freaking advantage I hadn't thought of. "Let s, Danica gulped for air " get on, the bed. I want some, of this, in me," she pulled on Heaven's cock. Oh, yeah, this was the Heaven-Danica show and I was second fiddle, and I felt it was glorious. 'You are known not by what you do but by what you leave behind,' or so yet another saying goes. Danica and Heaven were happy with one another, even if only for a little while. That 'while' included Heaven retreating up the bed as Danica followed and I pursued her. "Have you been a good girl?" Danica quizzed Heaven. "Do we need a condom?" clarified the issue. "No, no, I've only been with Zane," Heaven answered. "That's hardly a ringing endorsement for safe sex," Danica chuckled. "Damn, that's just cold," I groaned. "For your information, if my partner wasn't a virgin, she was someone I know intimately." "So you are not doing it with that Warlord chick living in your house now?" Danica persisted. "How do you even know about that? It happened Sunday," I wondered. "Zane," Danica sighed patiently, "I'm a cop and your house is like two miles away." "Can we get back to concentrating on the sex?" Heaven grumbled. "I'll wear a condom if you want. I'll wear a harem girl outfit if you want, as long as it leads to sex with you." "That won't be, necessary," Danica murmured as she positioned Heaven's cock between her labia then began to push down. I was working out what my place in this could be when I spotted the bottle of lubricant (generic) boldly sitting on Danica's nightstand, not very subtle at all. I shifted over, got the bottle, then got around behind them once more. "Can I join in?" I asked. "I trust you," Danica purred. Silly her; I'm behind her with a source of lube and a passion to use it. I poured some out on Danica's cleft and let it ooze down toward her cunt. I let it cascade over three fingers before sealing it up again. With my left hand, I began working a finger into Danica's anus, and with my right, I worked another into Heaven's. "Oh," Danica grunted, as I slipped past her sphincter. Heaven's response was to moan sensually. It took me a little while to not only work a finger in but a second one in as well; then the fun began. With Heaven, I began both pumping and making a series of circular motions; with Danica, though, I pressed down until I was counter-massaging Heaven's cock through the walls of her rectum and cunt. "Oh, my fucking God!" shouted Danica. "That feels great; she's really grinding against me." "Keep that up," gasped Heaven. "I, I can feel your fingers." Okay, I got this one right. I could also feel the sympathetic impulses growing between Danica's vaginal walls and Heaven's cock; they weren't going to last long. Drilling Heaven's butthole in rapid-fire fashion sent her crashing ahead of the wave. "Dan, Dan, Danica, Hell, yeah!" Heaven screamed as she slammed upward into the lady cop. Danica's back bowed and a low growling noise reverberated through her body. Both tried to use their anal muscles to grind my finger bones together; for the orgasms they were riding through, it was worth it. Danica shivered through one last orgasmic burst then settled gently down on Heaven. Heaven reached around with her arms and ran them up and down Danica's back. Our hostess pushed off her lover's body with her elbows on the mattress and kissed her nose. "That felt wonderful," she smiled down at Heaven. Heaven didn't immediately respond. "Is something wrong?" Danica worried. "I, um, it was really nice, Danica, but, Heaven worked through the words. "But?" Danica asked. "But I think I'm into guys," Heaven gave her worried confession. "I'm sorry; what we did felt good but what sent me over the top was, " "Oh," Danica seemed to deflate. "Hold on," I intervened, even as my fingers were still slowly working them both. "Heaven, you liked Danica's blowjob; right?" "Yes. It was wonderful," Heaven brightened up. "She's, you are, she looked into Danica's eyes " the best I've ever had." "Still, you like it up your ass, don't you?" I prodded. Heaven bit her lip and rolled her head to the side. Danica pushed herself onto all fours and sighed. "Well, damn," she sighed, "I was sort of hoping, " "Danica, would you consider screwing Heaven's ass? Giving it a chance?" I hazarded. "I'd give it a shot," Danica replied after a moment's hesitation. Being with a girl was new; being with a transgender was new; and now being the driving force in anal sex was going to be new too. "I'll get dressed and go out to the car," I winked. "Surprise, surprise; I worried something like this would happen so I brought a few things along." I was afraid that when I got back from the car with my backpack holding the strap-on, that a chill would have set in. I shouldn't have worried; Danica was surprisingly passionate and Heaven was sheer surprise itself. They were cuddled face to face exchanging small kisses and stroking each other's hair. "I just want you both to know," Danica held up a warding hand, "if that thing is longer than my arm, I'm calling this off." I presented the device for her approval and while it could be intimidating, it wasn't scarier than Heaven's normal equipment. "I'm glad that's going into you and not me," Danica ended up teasing Heaven. Not to be outdone, Heaven rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her upraised ass in the air. "Oh, she's begging for it," Danica laughed. "Yes, she does, and if you think that's sweet, imagine how nice it is to wake up with her ramming that pole in while riding you," I painted the picture. "Is there any position she doesn't like?" Danica inquired. "I'm right here, my ass up in the air. Please, somebody do something," Heaven whined. "Not that I know of," I ignored Heaven's plea. "You could try it in the shower, bent over the sofa, heels up in the La-Z-Boy, or hanging from the pull-up bar, she's quite strong." "Oh, hmm, thanks, Zane; I'll explore those opportunities," Danica grinned. "Hello, ass here, needs stuffing," Heaven became more insistent. "She's shameless," Danica teased happily. "Absolutely," I laughed, "but if one of us doesn't fulfill her needs real soon, violence will ensue." "Zane, you warm her up and I'll figure out how to put this thing on," Danica instructed me as she took hold of her sexual toy. "About damn time," Heaven panted as I worked my first finger in again. I'd oiled up several fingers before handing the lube to Danica to prepare her artificial cock with. Heaven's anus was already pliable from our activity so it took only two minutes to work the second and third finger in. By that time, both Danica and Heaven were ready. "This is weird," Danica mumbled, as she placed her phallic head against Heaven's sphincter. "Let me know if this, she got out before Heaven pushed back and gasped. "Doesn't that hurt?" "Makes me feel full," Heaven gasped. "Push." Danica did indeed push, and spanked Heaven for good measure. Now that I was freed up again, I elected to recline beside Heaven and watch her get fucked by Danica. Heaven and I made eye contact; that totally free, blissful look was exceptionally special for me. I'd seen Heaven afraid far too often. I'd seen her furious far too often as well. "Zane," Heaven perked up, "get over here. I want your cock. I want it coming and going." "Revenge," taunted Danica. Heaven and I had given Officer Campbell simultaneous oral and anal sex, and now Heaven was getting the same treatment. I sat my ass on the pillow in front of Heaven's face, legs spread wide. She grabbed my cock in both hands (my cock is so massive, its ability to block out the Sun often cows primitive tribes, or maybe Heaven has small hands) and yanked it forward somewhat painfully until she could lick the tip. "Come on, Zane," Danica egged me on, "take hold of her head and fuck her like a cheap slut." A shudder passed head to foot through Heaven's body and she gave out a small sob. "Heaven," I asked cautiously, "do you want to stop?" "I'm being fucked like a slut, Zane," she replied tearfully. "I'm being fucked like a slut." You never know with some people. Danica gave me a worried look so I gave her a quick smile and a nod. Heaven wanted to be a woman, but almost as important was that she wanted to be seen and treated like a woman. It may have played out in Heaven's imagination that she had gone to some seedy bar looking all hot and sexy, then a couple had picked her up so they could treat her like a bad little girl. I raised my hips, feeding more of my cock into Heaven's mouth. "Spank your bitch's ass," I teased Danica. She responded by alternating noisy but not very painful slaps to our tranny's buttocks. Heaven wanted the tease, not the real pain, and Danica was right there for her. Once we had a good rhythm going, I could feel Danica's cock slamming at its deepest impact, Heaven squirming and squealing with the pleasure and her tongue and throat swirling around my oral intrusion. She slurped and sucked desperately while a small amount of drool marked her cheek and jaw. Heaven began making whimpering noises along with the grunts when Danica drove in deeper. All the sizzling sex I'd been forced (yeah, right) to watch sent me over the edge first. "Heaven, babe, here it comes," I chanted several times before I finally did shoot gobs and gobs, so much it shot out her nose and mouth. Okay, not really that much, but I certainly felt some relief. &l

Matt previews the Week 9 action including Games of the Week, Sit/Start options, and Picks Against the Spread.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-devy-delight/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Spread kindness and love in this 5 minute well wishes meditation. In this practice, you will open your heart, and send well wishes to yourself and those around you. This month we are supporting Avenues of Youth More Mindful in Minutes Join the free 5-day Nervous system reset to overcome overwhelm Books Order Meditation For The Modern Family You Are Not Your Thoughts: An 8-Week Anxiety Guided Meditation Journal **Download 4 sample days from You Are Not Your Thoughts Here** Join MIM on Patreon here Order Meditation For The Modern Family Let's Connect Email Kelly your questions at info@yogaforyouonline.com Follow Kelly on instagram @yogaforyouonline Please rate, subscribe and review (it helps more than you know!) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Dive into the chaos of NFL Week 9 betting as we slice through the noise of dominant favorites clashing with crippling injuries. From the Lions' potential bloodbath against the Vikings to the high-stakes Chiefs-Bills rivalry, we uncover the trends that could flip the script on chalk-heavy slates. Get ready for insights that challenge expectations and arm you with the edge before kickoff. Breaking down the 68-10-1 straight-up dominance of big favorites and how late-breaking defensive injuries in games like Niners-Giants and Broncos-Texans create prime underdog opportunities. Spotlight on mobile QBs like Jackson Dart and Kyler Murray exploiting weaknesses, plus props like Patrick Mahomes' rushing yards and Rashee Rice over 6.5 receptions in must-watch matchups. Historical trends take center stage: Fading the Titans' brutal 5-23-1 ATS run, Atlanta's 72.7% bounce-back spot, and the Colts' tactical battle against Pittsburgh's tight end-heavy attack. Bold takes on high totals in Bengals-Bears and Cardinals-Cowboys, where leaky defenses and explosive offenses promise overs and surprises. This episode is brought to you by PrizePicks! Use code PACKDADDY and visit https://prizepicks.onelink.me/LME0/PACKDADDY to get started with America's #1 fantasy sports app. If you're fired up about these Week 9 takes, hit subscribe, drop a review, and join the conversation in the comments—tell me your boldest bet or where I'm dead wrong. Catch next week's breakdown as we gear up for the playoff push. To advertise on this podcast please email: ad-sales@libsyn.com Or go to: https://advertising.libsyn.com/packernetpodcast Help keep the show growing and check out everything I'm building across the Packers and NFL world: Support: Patreon: www.patreon.com/pack_daddy Venmo: @Packernetpodcast CashApp: $packpod Projects: Grade NFL Players ➜ fanfocus-teamgrades.lovable.app Packers Hub ➜ packersgames.com Create NFL Draft Big Boards ➜ nfldraftgrades.com Watch Draft Prospects ➜ draftflix.com Screen Record ➜ pause-play-capture.lovable.app Global Economics Hub ➜ global-economic-insight-hub.lovable.app

Dive into the chaos of NFL Week 9 betting as we slice through the noise of dominant favorites clashing with crippling injuries. From the Lions' potential bloodbath against the Vikings to the high-stakes Chiefs-Bills rivalry, we uncover the trends that could flip the script on chalk-heavy slates. Get ready for insights that challenge expectations and arm you with the edge before kickoff. Breaking down the 68-10-1 straight-up dominance of big favorites and how late-breaking defensive injuries in games like Niners-Giants and Broncos-Texans create prime underdog opportunities. Spotlight on mobile QBs like Jackson Dart and Kyler Murray exploiting weaknesses, plus props like Patrick Mahomes' rushing yards and Rashee Rice over 6.5 receptions in must-watch matchups. Historical trends take center stage: Fading the Titans' brutal 5-23-1 ATS run, Atlanta's 72.7% bounce-back spot, and the Colts' tactical battle against Pittsburgh's tight end-heavy attack. Bold takes on high totals in Bengals-Bears and Cardinals-Cowboys, where leaky defenses and explosive offenses promise overs and surprises. This episode is brought to you by PrizePicks! Use code PACKDADDY and visit https://prizepicks.onelink.me/LME0/PACKDADDY to get started with America's #1 fantasy sports app. If you're fired up about these Week 9 takes, hit subscribe, drop a review, and join the conversation in the comments—tell me your boldest bet or where I'm dead wrong. Catch next week's breakdown as we gear up for the playoff push. To advertise on this podcast please email: ad-sales@libsyn.com Or go to: https://advertising.libsyn.com/packernetpodcast Help keep the show growing and check out everything I'm building across the Packers and NFL world: Support: Patreon: www.patreon.com/pack_daddy Venmo: @Packernetpodcast CashApp: $packpod Projects: Grade NFL Players ➜ fanfocus-teamgrades.lovable.app Packers Hub ➜ packersgames.com Create NFL Draft Big Boards ➜ nfldraftgrades.com Watch Draft Prospects ➜ draftflix.com Screen Record ➜ pause-play-capture.lovable.app Global Economics Hub ➜ global-economic-insight-hub.lovable.app

Send us a textIn this episode, we are joined by copywriter and messaging strategist Chrysanthi Stamou, who specializes in helping service-based businesses create conversion-focused and SEO-friendly websites.Chrysanthi breaks down what every small business owner needs to know to turn their website into a powerful, client-generating tool. From homepage structure to SEO myths and writing calls-to-value that resonate, you'll learn how to write website copy that reflects your personality—and gets results.This conversation is a must-listen if you're building or updating your SEO-friendly website and want it to actually bring in leads.Crafting High-Converting Website CopyKey TakeawaysWhy an SEO-friendly website still matters in 2025, despite the rise of short-form video and social media platforms.What makes a website conversion-focused: using customer-driven research, clear messaging, and benefit-led structure.Call-to-value vs. call-to-action: How to write CTAs that encourage clicks and reduce resistance.Homepage hero section best practices:Focus on the transformation your services offer.Use benefit-driven, keyword-rich headlines.Include clear direction with action-oriented CTAs.About page that connects:Move beyond listing credentials.Share your story and values in a way that builds trust.SEO insights:Why SEO is not dead—and how it fuels AI tools as well as Google rankings.How to measure your site's SEO performance with Google Search Console or Ahrefs.Website audit tips:Replace generic page headers with value-driven messaging.Spread testimonials across key decision points—not hidden in sliders.Simplify your navigation (5–6 links max) to reduce choice paralysis.Welcome to the Savvy Scribe Podcast, I'm so glad you're here! Before we start the show, if you're interested, we have a free Facebook group called "Savvy Nurse Writer Community"I appreciate you following me and listening today. I would LOVE for you to subscribe: ITUNESAnd if you love it, can I ask for a

Daily Dad Jokes (01 Nov 2025) The official Daily Dad Jokes Podcast electronic button now available on Amazon. The perfect gift for dad! Click here here to view! Email Newsletter: Looking for more dad joke humor to share? Then subscribe to our new weekly email newsletter. It's our weekly round-up of the best dad jokes, memes, and humor for you to enjoy. Spread the laughs, and groans, and sign up today! Click here to subscribe! Listen to the Daily Dad Jokes podcast here: https://dailydadjokespodcast.com/ or search "Daily Dad Jokes" in your podcast app. Interested in Business and Finance news? Then listen to our sister show: The Daily Business and Finance Show. Check out the website here or search "Daily Business and Finance Show" in your podcast app. Jokes sourced and curated from reddit.com/r/dadjokes. Joke credits: Fit_Buddy7183, genxfrom66, BarcaHomeofFootball, Zip-Crane, Zip-Crane, spacenerdgasms, leekertrondem, leekertrondem, UniverslBoxOfficeGuy, MedicTillar, Main_Newt3686, Entire-Estate-3749, Important-Iron-3897, , Entire-Estate-3749, Entire-Estate-3749, AkbarDelPiombo, StockInitial4460, because_fuggit, Marble-Boy, Cardiff1979 Subscribe to this podcast via: iHeartMedia Spotify iTunes Google Podcasts YouTube Channel Social media: Instagram Facebook Twitter TikTok Discord Interested in advertising or sponsoring our show? Contact us at mediasales@klassicstudios.com Produced by Klassic Studios using AutoGen Podcast technology (http://klassicstudios.com/autogen-podcasts/) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Daily Dad Jokes (01 Nov 2025) The official Daily Dad Jokes Podcast electronic button now available on Amazon. The perfect gift for dad! Click here here to view! Email Newsletter: Looking for more dad joke humor to share? Then subscribe to our new weekly email newsletter. It's our weekly round-up of the best dad jokes, memes, and humor for you to enjoy. Spread the laughs, and groans, and sign up today! Click here to subscribe! Listen to the Daily Dad Jokes podcast here: https://dailydadjokespodcast.com/ or search "Daily Dad Jokes" in your podcast app. Interested in Business and Finance news? Then listen to our sister show: The Daily Business and Finance Show. Check out the website here or search "Daily Business and Finance Show" in your podcast app. Jokes sourced and curated from reddit.com/r/dadjokes. Joke credits: Fit_Buddy7183, genxfrom66, BarcaHomeofFootball, Zip-Crane, Zip-Crane, spacenerdgasms, leekertrondem, leekertrondem, UniverslBoxOfficeGuy, MedicTillar, Main_Newt3686, Entire-Estate-3749, Important-Iron-3897, , Entire-Estate-3749, Entire-Estate-3749, AkbarDelPiombo, StockInitial4460, because_fuggit, Marble-Boy, Cardiff1979 Subscribe to this podcast via: iHeartMedia Spotify iTunes Google Podcasts YouTube Channel Social media: Instagram Facebook Twitter TikTok Discord Interested in advertising or sponsoring our show? Contact us at mediasales@klassicstudios.com Produced by Klassic Studios using AutoGen Podcast technology (http://klassicstudios.com/autogen-podcasts/) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Happy Halloween and welcome to episode 718. First, we meet the four runners-up and one winner of our first ever Halloween Flash Fiction Contest. Then, a classic tale about a man who inherits a house and the dark history that comes with it.COMING UPGood Evening: Happy Halloween: 00:01:06[Trigger] Runner-Up: Jared Conger's From the Dark Woods as read by Stephen Gagin: 00:03:36Runner-Up: Andrew Lindsay's Hollow as read by Drew Sebesteny: 00:07:09Runner-Up: D. L. Stille's Jack as read by Andrew Gibson: 00:11:11Runner-Up: Jillian Bost's The Guide as read by Summer Brooks: 00:14:46Winner: Erica Ruppert's Lights Out as read by Erin Grasse: 00:19:50E. F. Benson's And No Bird Sings as read by Griswold Addams: 00:24:08TRIGGER WARNINGSFrom the Dark Woods contains scenes of Child Death.PERTINENT LINKSSupport us on Patreon! Spread the darkness.Shop Tales to Terrify MerchJared CongerJared GaginD. L. StilleAndrew GibsonAndrew Gibson | The Narrator Nook DiscordAndrew Gibson | The Haven DiscordErin GrasseOriginal Score by Nebulus EntertainmentNebulus on FacebookNebulus on InstagramSPECIAL THANKS TOLestle BaxterOrion D. HegreSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/talestoterrify. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In Hour 2, Andy and Randy talk about some of the best matchups in Week 9 of the NFL schedule, which games are most interesting to them in Week 10 of College Football, make their Picks Against the Spread, and play Sports Jeopardy.

Andy and Randy make their picks against the spread before playing Sports Jeopardy.

Holiday Food Gifts by Mail // Braised and Confused: Pot Roast, Beef Stew, and Boeuf Bourguignon – What’s the difference? // Mezze: Building the Ultimate Mediterranean Spread // We celebrate the last week of National Seafood Month in our Seafood 101 series, talking Alaska Bering Sea crab and Pacific whiting // Author Willi Galloway joins us to talk about her books Grow Cook Eat: A Food-Lover’s Guide to Vegetable Gardening and the new cookbook Veggies for Breakfast: 100 Delicious Vegetable-Focused Recipes for Healthier Mornings // And of course, we’ll wrap up today’s show with Food for Thought: Tasty Trivia!

Hart, Fitzy, Ted Johnson, Dan, Stiz and Brian share their picks against the spread from the Week 9 slate of NFL games in this week's Afternoons Pick-Six.

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In this episode, we preview the 2025 CFL Playoffs! We break down the division semi-final matchups, make our betting picks including against the spread, over/under, and prop bets, and provide our full playoff predictions. Timestamps: 0:00 - Intro 7:54 - CGY @ BC Preview 22:00 - CGY @ BC Betting Picks - Against the Spread, Over/Under 28:30 - CGY @ BC Prop Bets 34:50 - WPG @ MTL Preview 56:10 - WPG @ MTL Betting Picks - Against the Spread, Over/Under 1:07:46 - Full CFL Playoff Predictions 1:21:35 - Wrap-up Join the CFC Discord Community! Interact and discuss all things CFL with the CFC Crew and other CFL fans, get additional content beyond our weekly podcast episodes, and access exclusive community events. Join at the following link:  https://discord.gg/rYUQnMyP98   Check out the video version at https://youtube.com/live/CPgjSJ1_FoQ   Recorded Thursday, October 30th, 2025   Follow us on Twitter: Podcast - https://twitter.com/cfcountdownpod Ryan - https://twitter.com/koopertrooper42 Mike - https://twitter.com/mikegerl Trey - https://twitter.com/TreyMbHarness Adam - https://twitter.com/adamstuart1   We are a proud member of the Canadian Football Podcast Network. Check out all the other great shows at https://twitter.com/cfpodnetwork.   We are also a proud member of the Alternative Football Network. Check out all the other great shows at https://alternativefootballnetwork.com/   Presented by GameTime TV - Learn more at https://watch.gametimetv.ca #CFL #CFLFantasy #Football #FantasyFootball #CFLBetting #BettingPicks

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"Fast, slow, good weather, bad weather — you are out there doing something that so many people are never going to do, and that's so cool." Caroline Moss has a dream: to run the 2026 TCS New York City Marathon. As a New Yorker, it's her favorite day of the year. The catch: Caroline has never been a runner — until now. In this series, we're following author, creator, theater producer, Saved by the Bell super-fan, proud millennial, and professional shopper Caroline Moss as she embarks on a quest to start running and run the race of her dreams. Caroline Moss Wants to Run a Marathon, Episode 1 Caroline Moss Wants to Run a Marathon, Episode 2 In Episode 3, Caroline updates us on hitting a major roadblock in her marathon dreams: a broken foot that took her off the run for the entire summer. She talks about dealing with an injury — a non-running-related one — just as she was hitting her running groove, and about how she spent her summer. She shares her unbridled enthusiasm for the New York City Marathon, and, unsurprisingly, takes us on detours including Lurlene McDaniel books, Baby-Sitters Club personality theories, and what it was like being at the Dawson's Creek reunion in New York City last month. FOLLOW CAROLINE @geethanksjustboughtitpod CAROLINE'S FACEBOOK GROUP Caroline's Favorite Things: The BaubleBar Keychain Kit The JCrew Cashmere Wrap The ZIIP Halo Contouring Machine The Tomato Tart The Brunch Skit SPONSORS: Lagoon: Click here to take Lagoon's 2-minute sleep quiz to see which pillow is right for you. (I'm an Otter!) Use code ALI at checkout for 15% off your next Lagoon order. The Eugene Marathon: Register now for the Eugene Marathon or Half Marathon, taking place April 26, 2026. Use code ONTHERUN for $10 off. (These races will sell out, so register ASAP!) Follow Ali: Instagram @aliontherun1 Join the Facebook group Support on Patreon Subscribe to the newsletter SUPPORT the Ali on the Run Show! If you're enjoying the show, please subscribe and leave a rating and review on Apple Podcasts. Spread the run love. And if you liked this episode, share it with your friends!

In hour one, Dolphins are now 8 point home dogs vs Baltimore tonight. Hoch wants to know more about rapper NBA Youngboy. Crowder pulls a Tua. Plus, Don Bailey Jr joins the show to preview the Canes - SMU matchup and his three lines to work into the broadcast.

Common Man Hour 2 --5 Questions --Vikings Buyers or Sellers? --Ohtani --NFL Spread Swing

Common Man Hour 2 --5 Questions --Vikings Buyers or Sellers? --Ohtani --NFL Spread SwingSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Common Man Hour 2 --5 Questions --Vikings Buyers or Sellers? --Ohtani --NFL Spread SwingSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The 2026 governor's race a year away, and Wisconsin's next Supreme Court race is even closer. A new poll finds most voters in Wisconsin haven't made up their minds. We talked to people who rely on federal food assistance. And, industrial and municipal sludge has spread on fields around the state.

"You know what BTA means?" Doing the postgame show without JuJu stinks like fried fish on an airplane, but we soldier on with Against the Spread, Patrick Beverly's tweets, and an update to The Polls. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Scott Rizzuto, Anthony Stalter, and Tim McKernan limp into The Spread Zone after another brutal betting week—but the crew is fired up to bounce back for College Football Week 10 and NFL Week 9. The guys dissect tough beats, missed lines, and the soul-crushing Falcons-Dolphins under… then get aggressive with a fresh card. In CFB, the trio doubles down on Mississippi State again, rides with Ole Miss, Tennessee, and Michigan, and throws sharp plays on Cincinnati, Duke, and even Vanderbilt (+1.5 vs. Texas). On the NFL side, they mix it up with unders, overs, and heated disagreements—Rizz backs the Pats, Tim's fading that with the Falcons, and Anthony drops a Bears bet with disgust. FanDuel Locks of the Week are in: Ohio State -20.5, Texas Tech -7, and Seahawks -3.5. It's high risk, high chaos, and one of them is all in on the Red Raiders' playoff run.The Spread Zone is presented by FanDuel Sportsbook.*LEGAL DISCLAIMER*We provide information about sports betting for entertainment purposes only. Please confirm gambling regulations in your state of residence. To participate in sports gaming, you must be 21 years of age or older and be physically present in a state where sports betting is legal. If you or someone you know has a sports betting or gambling problem, please call 1-800-GAMBLER or visit www.ncpgambling.org for more information and further assistance.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In tonight's sleep hypnosis with Jessica, we're stepping inside the main branch of the New York Public Library on Fifth Avenue — an oasis of calm in the middle of Manhattan. Once a place she found too quiet, Jessica now sees the library as a sanctuary for the mind, where the noise of the world fades and stillness takes over. As always, tonight's episode will start with a relaxing introduction from Jessica, before we sink into tonight's Sleep Hypnosis. Want more Sleep Magic? Join Sleep Magic Premium ✨ Enjoy 2 bonus episodes a month plus all episodes ad-free, access to Jessica's complete back catalog of over 60 episodes, and show your support to Jessica.  To Subscribe 

In this episode, Ryan is joined by Thomas Campbell, a physicist, consciousness researcher, and author of My Big TOE (Theory of Everything). Tom began his career working with Robert Monroe in the early 1970s, exploring altered states of consciousness and the nature of reality itself. Ryan and Tom dive into Tom's journey from a strictly materialist worldview to a deeply experiential understanding of consciousness. They discuss out-of-body experiences, the role of intent in shaping reality, the Monroe Institute, reducing entropy through love and kindness, and how expanding awareness may be the key to our evolution both individually and collectively.

Scott Rizzuto, Anthony Stalter, and Tim McKernan limp into The Spread Zone after another brutal betting week—but the crew is fired up to bounce back for College Football Week 10 and NFL Week 9. The guys dissect tough beats, missed lines, and the soul-crushing Falcons-Dolphins under… then get aggressive with a fresh card. In CFB, the trio doubles down on Mississippi State again, rides with Ole Miss, Tennessee, and Michigan, and throws sharp plays on Cincinnati, Duke, and even Vanderbilt (+1.5 vs. Texas). On the NFL side, they mix it up with unders, overs, and heated disagreements—Rizz backs the Pats, Tim's fading that with the Falcons, and Anthony drops a Bears bet with disgust. FanDuel Locks of the Week are in: Ohio State -20.5, Texas Tech -7, and Seahawks -3.5. It's high risk, high chaos, and one of them is all in on the Red Raiders' playoff run.The Spread Zone is presented by FanDuel Sportsbook.*LEGAL DISCLAIMER*We provide information about sports betting for entertainment purposes only. Please confirm gambling regulations in your state of residence. To participate in sports gaming, you must be 21 years of age or older and be physically present in a state where sports betting is legal. If you or someone you know has a sports betting or gambling problem, please call 1-800-GAMBLER or visit www.ncpgambling.org for more information and further assistance.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Seth and Sean circle back to why they think the spread on the Texans-Broncos game shifted the way it did over the course of just a day, and continue to read texts from listeners on why they broke up with people in the past.

Seth and Sean lay out why they think the spread changed so quick for the Texans-Broncos game, assess if Show's take about MLB extra innings should be in Take-a-Mania, go through the updated Texans projected win total, and see what Reggie and Lopez have for the question of the day.

Seth and Sean discuss the Blue Jays tying up the World Series last night, shout out a listener Seth met at BWI airport, assess what may be behind the Texans-Broncos spread changing, and go through the day's Headlines.

Seth and Sean dive into what may be behind the Texans Spread Going from +1.5 to -1.5 in the course of just one day.

Send us a textSpacemen, be confident. That is all. Not really. Today, we talk about how to manage being confident and humble--not letting your ego overtake your interactions or let your insecurities dominate your behavior. I know what you're thinking, "You can't even do that, Rob." Well, you're not wrong. But I can try. Listen in and see how I do. Keywordshumility, vulnerability, self-discovery, confidence, personal growthTakeawaysHumility is not about self-deprecation but self-forgetfulness.Vulnerability can inspire confidence in oneself.Openness allows for personal growth and self-discovery.Letting go of self-protection can lead to new insights.The paradox of forgetting oneself to find oneself.Confidence can emerge from moments of vulnerability.Humility fosters deeper connections with others.Self-discovery often requires stepping outside of comfort zones.Embracing vulnerability can enhance interpersonal relationships.Personal growth is a journey that involves embracing uncertainty.Sound bites"humility is not thinking less of yourself.""I can forget myself for a second and nothing bad's going to happen."Chapters00:00 The Essence of Humility00:03 Vulnerability and Openness in Self-Discovery...and I guess that's all we talk about after that. Spread the word! The Manspace is Rad!!

What does it take to build a data strategy that empowers people—rather than overwhelms them? Live from AU Nashville, BIM governance leader Kirsty Hogg unpacks how to build a useful data strategy (not a data swamp), keep feedback lightweight in ACC, and prepare your teams for AI, machine learning, and cloud-first workflows. We dig into lessons-learned capture, lakehouse fundamentals, picking low-friction tools (Ideate, File Sync), and why cultural safety (“it's OK to learn fast”) turns skeptics into champions. Plus: what seamless interoperability should look like—and how to inch toward it today. You'll learn: How to frame questions before filling your data lake Practical ways to capture “lessons learned” via ACC issues Change management that actually sticks (and who should be the messenger) Why fewer tools = faster wins—and where AI truly fits next A realistic path toward interoperability and Forma-era workflows MEET OUR GUEST Kirsty Hogg is a BIM Governance Lead based in London, overseeing software strategy, standards, and workflows for a global engineering consultancy. She focuses on practical data governance, cloud-first delivery, and scalable processes that make ACC, Ideate, and automation work for real project teams. Kirsty champions “data with intention,” helping organizations capture the right signals for analytics and AI—while building a culture where learning fast beats perfection. TODD TAKES Data With Intention, Not Accumulation Start with the questions, then collect the data. Keep data feedback capture lightweight (e.g., “lessons learned” via simple ACC issues), make it interoperable, and build your data lake to serve decisions—not to hoard. Machine learning comes after you've curated useful, consistent signals. Make It Safe to Learn Fast Change sticks when teams are allowed to “do it wrong” once to see why the better path matters. Spread champions beyond BIM—let others carry the message so the right people hear the “what's in it for me.” The right messenger accelerates adoption. Fewer Tools, Faster Wins Choose tools with a low learning curve and broad utility to cut cognitive load and speed uptake. Automations and smart syncs free people from busywork so they can focus on value. Keep strategy horizons short, stay cloud-first, and design for interoperability as Forma and AI evolve.   More Resources  Thanks for listening! Please be sure to leave a rating and/or review and follow up our social accounts. Bridging the Gap Website Bridging the Gap LinkedIn Bridging the Gap Instagram Bridging the Gap YouTube Todd's LinkedIn   Thank you to our sponsors! Graitec North America Graitec North America LinkedIn   Other Relevant Links: Kirsty's LinkedIn Cundall's Website

"It's seeing the bridge from a distance and saying, ‘There are going to be 55,000 people that are going to traverse over that bridge from 150 countries from all over the world, and from every neighborhood in New York City.' And they've put in months of hard work. We have thousands of people that have raised millions of dollars for charity. There are people that are running for various causes that are inspiring their families, their friends, their neighborhoods, their communities. And most of all, they're inspiring the world. They're inspiring complete strangers as they run by them. And I think about that when I look at that bridge." —Ted Metellus, TCS New York City Marathon Race Director Every year on the first Sunday of November, more than 55,000 runners will take over the five boroughs for one reason: the TCS New York City Marathon. This episode is your unofficial guide to the iconic 26.2-mile race. Two jam-packed hours of New York City Marathon-related information. And this episode isn't just for the marathoners: We have tips for spectators, a breakdown of how to get into the race in the future, and general advice for having your best marathon day. As for my New York City Marathon love affair: This race is my Super Bowl, my Christmas, my birthday, Valentine's Day, my favorite day of the year. It was the first marathon I ever watched, back in 2008, when I went out to cheer for a coworker who was running the race. (Thanks for the inspiration, Therese!) I've run it three times — in 2013, 2014, and 2016 — and volunteered once, in 2015, at a fluid station in Brooklyn. In 2017, I cheered on “First and Fifth,” and in 2018, at three weeks postpartum, going to the New York City Marathon was my first outing since having a baby. I sat in the grandstands as Shalane Flanagan finished third, and pumped in a “fancy” (you know, the nice kind!) finish line porta potty. Then, in 2019, I got the best seat in the house for the first time: New York City Marathon finish line announcer. After announcing at the finish and at the Finish Line After Dark in 2019, 2021, and 2022, in 2023 I made my NYC TV debut. I joined the broadcast talent team as a reporter on the international feed, and was featured on the WABC7 local broadcast. Last year, I was on the ESPN and WABC7 broadcasts at the finish line, interviewing notables including Chelsea Clinton, Casey Neistat, Conner Mantz, Clayton Young, Sara Vaughn, Matt James, and Ilona Maher. This year: They're putting me on ESPN and ABC again! In addition to hosting a live show with Sydney McLaughlin-Levrone during New York City Marathon weekend, on race day I'll be part of the ESPN2 and WABC7 broadcasts as a start and finish line reporter from 8 AM until 5 PM. Let's have some fun! SPONSOR:  New Balance: Click here to check out this year's official New York City Marathon collection! In this episode: New York City Marathon race director Ted Metellus talks about why he's excited for this year's TCS New York City Marathon (5:25) The 2025 TCS New York City Marathon by the numbers (25:40) Pre-race: how to get in, how to handle feeling overwhelmed by logistics, and how to watch this year's race (29:05) What you need to know about getting to the start line in Staten Island, and what to do once you're there (38:40) Dorian Kail, New York Road Runners Director of Professional Athletes, talks about assembling this year's professional athlete fields and shares the top storylines to watch (53:40) All about the New York City Marathon course (1:23:00) Welcome to the New York City Marathon finish line — and what happens once you cross it (1:33:30) What to know about spectating at the New York City Marathon (1:38:20) Listener Q&A (1:48:00) Follow Ali: Instagram @aliontherun1 Join the Facebook group Twitter @aliontherun1 Support on Patreon Subscribe to the newsletter SUPPORT the Ali on the Run Show! If you're enjoying the show, please subscribe and leave a rating and review on Apple Podcasts. Spread the run love. And if you liked this episode, share it with your friends!

Enjoy these bitesize episodes where we highlight some of Jessica's most transformative insights. Today, Jessica reflects on birthdays - and what they can teach us about growth. She reminds us that we never stop changing, learning, or creating, no matter our age. As our bodies slow down, our inner selves continue to expand - and that's where our deepest wisdom and clarity begin to shine. To hear more on this topic, and experience a soothing hypnosis designed to help you reconnect with your evolving self, just search “Sleep Magic — Embracing Our Continual Growth. Want more Sleep Magic? Join Sleep Magic Premium ✨ Enjoy 2 bonus episodes a month plus all episodes ad-free, access to Jessica's complete back catalog of over 60 episodes, and show your support to Jessica.  To Subscribe