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Thank you for tuning in to a special episode of Last Nights Coffee with Chuck and Jon... This week, the guys discuss fine establishments to eat at in Jackson GA including a Redneck Fogo De Chao... Then they finally wrap up the Christmas Movie Tournament.... You'll have to tune in to see who wins! Thanks for listening! Merry Christmas!

Elf on a Shelf: Part 1 Her stalker wasn't who she thought he was; Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Honey smiled at the long line of children waiting to see Santa, flipping her phone from Google Translate back to see the information of the next little girl in line, who was looking up at her somberly with large liquid brown eyes. In her small face was a familiar mixture of fear and hope. Wonder; it was wonder in her eyes, Honey thought. Unlike the tired and jaded adults, dutifully shifting their weight from foot to foot, holding overstuffed shopping bags and all the coats of their kids as they distracted themselves on their phones, the children got more and more excited as they drew near the man in the furry red suit with white trim. Honey loved working with the children; because like them, she sometimes could still see the magic. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Norman shift uncomfortably in the painted plywood throne made for him to sit with the children and discuss their good behavior and of the wishes that they hoped would come true. Even at age 62, Norman still saw the magic with his merry bright blue eyes, but it faded when his prostate pained him. When the photographer got the shot the parent wanted, Honey walked to where most of the long line could see her as Norman flashed her a look of worshipful gratitude. The adults' faces immediately fell, knowing what was coming. "I'm afraid Santa needs to take a quick break because apparently the reindeer have begun arguing again!" Norman put his gloved hands up to his real beard, pulled a comically dismayed face, jumped up from his throne, and ran off toward the restrooms. Honey shook her head mournfully and continued, "The reindeer were all practicing their Christmas carols when Comet and Cupid couldn't decide how many times Santa checks his list in Santa Claus is Coming to Town! Does anyone here remember how it goes?" she asked, scanning the line for people game enough to help. Honey scampered back and forth along the line trying to choose among the eager volunteers, her white-trimmed, pink fur skirt flaring out around her thighs, her long legs clad in sparkly curly-toed ruby slippers and candy cane swirl stockings catching the eyes of several fathers. Suddenly, she gasped listening carefully to her headset, "Nina?" she called out. "Comet and Cupid say they will only stop arguing if 'Nina' gives the answer. Is there a 'Nina' here today? Nina?" Honey looked around at the crowd carefully until the little girl with the big brown eyes, who had been quietly waiting 57 minutes in line, gathered the courage to raise her hand. "Oh! Are you Nina?" she asked, running over and crouching down near the girl. "We just adopted her; she only speaks Portuguese," the weary woman holding her hand said quietly. Honey gasped and smiled widely, "Voc fala portugu s Nina? Maravilhosa!" she said, watching the little girl's eyes brighten excitedly. "Voc pode me dizer quantas vezes o Papai Noel verifica sua lista?" she asked, holding her microphone out to the little girl. "Duas vezes!" Nina said confidently into the mic. Honey listened carefully to her headset, concentrating, "'Duas vezes' it is! They've stopped arguing!" she announced. "But now, they want us all to sing the song in Portuguese! Nina, voc vai me ajudar a ensin -los a m sica?" she asked. Nina nodded and slowly she and Honey taught the familiar song to the crowd in a new language. As always, a hush came on the crowd when Honey began to sing. Heads raised up from forgotten phones. Vague smiles drifted onto the turning heads of passers-by in the mall as they paused in their frenetic search for gifts. It wasn't so much that Honey's voice was beautiful, though it certainly was. It was more that when Honey sang, it seemed to make the things that didn't really matter melt away. To those that believed in such things, Honey's voice was magic. When she sang, people held their breath and didn't even miss the air. Honey closed her eyes as she sang next to Nina. It was a newly acquired habit. Though she had been taught to let her eyes slowly drift over the audience, letting them make a connection with each person as she sang, she didn't do that anymore. She knew he was out there. She felt his presence frequently as she worked, but it was only when she sang that he came out into the open. She couldn't hold her voice steady when she saw him watching her, so she closed her eyes and let the magic continue for the crowd. When the song ended, Honey opened her eyes as the crowd cheered, finding his powerful form immediately as if she had been commanded to look at him. Zach. He had changed a lot in the year since he brought his sister's children through the long Santa line, drawing her almost too-large dark blue eyes to him then, as easily as he did now. After bringing his nieces and nephews through the line, he'd gone home and brought all his neighbors' kids to see Santa in five more trips, watching her the entire time. He looked at her as if he'd never seen anything like her in the world, like he couldn't believe she was real. She had loved feeling his eyes on her then, hearing his voice. She had wanted to climb up in his lap, feel his large arms curled around her, whisper to him about how good she had been that year, and of how much she hoped he would make her wishes come true. Of course, all that was before he'd told her he wanted to kill her. Zach's face looked leaner now, though his body seemed even larger, if such a thing was possible. His brooding, deep-set eyes were not merry, as they had been when children climbed his tree-like body in her line last year. They weren't nervously soft and adoring of every part of her, as they had been at their candle-lit dinner. His eyes weren't rageful or insane as you might expect from someone visiting their object of murderous hate, but rather; they were tortured, trapped. Pain and quiet desperation had taken up restless residence in the windows to his soul. Honey knew she shouldn't look at him so much, but she just wished she could understand what she had done wrong. Once the line of children and parents had cleared, it was long past the official closing time. Honey cleaned up the display and prepared it for the next day while Norman took one last lingering trip to the restroom. Her phone showed numerous messages from work friends from her other job asking where she was. The firm had planned a Christmas party at Gatsby's, a gorgeous club worthy of F. Scott Fitzgerald's glamorous hero. It was also the place where Zach had taken her on their first and last date. The Gatsby's waiter had looked stunned and confused when she shakily ordered herself an "angel shot," the code-phrase used to quietly ask bartenders or wait staff for help when you felt threatened, but after his initial shock, the waiter immediately escorted her secretly to a taxi waiting outside before Zach returned to the table. Gatsby's had saved her life; but she didn't want to go back there. After avoiding call after call from Zach, she finally answered and politely asked him never to call her again. To her surprise, he didn't. He never spoke to her again. Unless she sang, she never even saw him, but she felt his presence almost everywhere. It felt like she was haunted by him; haunted by something wonderful and magical that, inexplicably, went horribly wrong. Her phone buzzed again, the display showing that the firm's senior partner wanted to FaceTime her. Steeling herself, she answered. "Honey Lane where in the hell; oh my god lookit you!" Aaron Timberman held the phone high above his head with his long ex-basketball-player arms and Honey saw a crowd of her co-workers crowd into the picture behind him. "Um, hi sir. Sorry I'm late to;" "You're an elf!" "Um, yeah. It's a volunteer thing;" "Wait, wait, wait; you have the shoes? You know, with the; toes?" he slurred, motioning his finger in a spiral motion. Honey bit her lips and tilted the camera down her body, showing her entire costume, tilting her foot to show off the curled toe. "I'm sorry it got late tonight, but I'll be there as soon as I can get home and get changed;" Timberman looked around at the crowd surrounding him, "Guys, do we wanna see Honey Lane here at the party in some boring old Anne Klein shit, or do we want the elf?" he yelled, pointing at the screen. Behind him, almost a dozen of her co-workers began chanting "Elf, Elf, Elf, Elf!" "Get yer ass over here, Elf," Timberman ordered, poking at his screen several times before effectively ending the call. A few minutes later, Norman finally came back from the restroom and gave Honey a ride over to Gatsby's in his red SUV bedecked with a bumper sticker that read, "My other car's a SLEIGH!" Honey hopped out after getting bits of advice from Norman that would have been appropriate several decades ago. With flaming cheeks, she brushed the furry white pompom from her hat out of her face and told the smirking ma tre d which party she wanted, sighing when he grinned widely and escorted her through the middle of the main dining area, much to her horror. When the doors to the party room opened and she was greeted by another round of "Elf, Elf, Elf, Elf," she didn't feel much better. She was starving, so she headed over to the buffet and began loading up a plate with delicious-looking things on ice in shot glasses, impaled on sticks, or immersed in flames. She just spied a quiet table in a dark corner and was winding her way toward it to it to scarf down her only food since breakfast before she could be drawn into a drunken debate. That was the plan, anyway. "Hunnybaby! Lookit you! C'mon we gotta dance!" Lee James slurred to her fur-trimmed tits. With a sigh, she smiled and laid her plate down on a nearby table, promising to herself that she would eat right after enduring a dance with the favored junior partner. Unfortunately, after Lee angled her awkwardly around the dance floor, they'd drawn so much attention that everyone wanted to get pics of themselves toasting and dancing with the Christmas elf. At some point, she found herself in Timberman's arms with a glass of champagne in her hand. "Um; what?" she said, almost asking herself how she had gotten there. "I said you look lovely, tonight, Honey. Much better than in a shawl and sheath dress," he said, quickly twirling her around as they reached the edge of the dance floor. "Twirling makes my skirt go up; I'm dizzy," she murmured. A familiar dark figure flashed in the background and disappeared as Timberman turned her again. She looked around, trying to find the figure again, but she couldn't see him anywhere. Why was he there? Had she been singing again? "Well, I'll make sure nobody twirls you, my dear," he said, twirling her and smiling as her skirt flew up her long candy-cane striped legs. "The wives wouldn't like it." "I like your wife's dress Mr. Timberman; looks warm. It covers her ass when she sits, too," she slurred, frowning in confusion at the dark red drink in her hand now. Zach was frowning, and then he just looked blurry again as she swirled around. Maybe swirling made it harder for him to kill her. Why did he want to kill her? It just wasn't fair. Timberman leaned down and dipped her, "I'll make sure to give her your compliments. You know, if you like what wives wear, you should consider getting married. Lee is quite taken with you, you know," he said, stroking his hand against the soft pink velvet of her dress. Honey found herself drifting away and wandering inside her head again, thinking about Lee; he was handsome in an overly-polished way, said funny things, but they always sounded a little mean, like he wanted to be the only one laughing; and he also took her away from the food plate that just floated by on a table. It was still full. She should have eaten that food. What time was it? "He likes my boobs; and he doesn't want to kill me," she agreed eventually, surprised to find that Timberman was gone and she was dancing with Lee James again. "Well, I can't blame him for that; they're fucking perfect; just like everything else. I'm gonna come on them after you suck me off; he murmured, pulling her closer against him. "Let me take you home, Honey; penthouse view of the city; "Umm; no, that's not home; I live in the; railroad place; with the trains?" Honey explained, pointing in what she thought was the direction of the Lowertown Commons. Why did every guy think she lived with them tonight? "Sounds charming, Eliza Doolittle; you should trade up. You don't know how much I'd love twist your arms back and fuck this ass wide open over my balcony tonight," he said, reaching his hand under her skirt and greedily squeezing her bottom. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Honey? I can tell; Lee whispered, his cologne invading her head and making her queasy. "I feel sick; Honey whimpered and staggered away, trying to find the quiet table where the food was that would make her less drunk. The dance floor was confusing, though, always turning around and thumping and flashing. She leaned against a pillar until she got a better sense of where she was. She liked the pillar. It was big and strong; and it stroked her hair. "Honey; wake up, Honey. Open your mouth. You need to take these," the vaguely familiar voice said, cutting through the sleep that had been blocking out some of the pain she felt everywhere. She obediently opened her mouth and the hand put two caplets on her tongue. A water bottle squirted a little cool liquid into her mouth until she moaned and sucked harder, desperate for more. "Not too much. Wait until you can hold that down. I'll give you more in a bit. You don't want that IV back, do you?" "Nuh" Honey groaned. She hated needles. Sure, just about every part of her body hurt more than a needle did, right now, but somehow needle pain felt personal. Like with Zach. He didn't seem like someone who went around wanting to choke everybody; just her. She was nobody special; just a simple girl who kept lawyers organized and tried to be nice. Then, someone wonderful like Zach thought she needed to die. That hurt. Something about her made him go from being tender and intensely loving to someone who; it just didn't make sense. What did she do? Mercifully, sleep faded the pain and clouded her thoughts. Voices below her intruded into a wonderful dream where she was bouncing on clouds. Though not in the same room, the voices seemed strangely clear. "I can't; Terry, she cries when I do that," the pills voice said, making her eyes fly open. She knew that voice. She hadn't heard it for a year, but she would never forget it. Her body reacted with a confused mix of emotions, her cheeks flushing and adrenaline searing a path all through her at the same time. "That's because it hurts her. You know what hurts more? Bedsores. Man up. Use the pillows to prop her weight against the parts that aren't hurt on whichever side. It's either this, or she goes back to the hospital, and I have it on good authority you won't be allowed to visit after what happened." "She was screaming; Zach gritted. "Yeah, well they were putting her shoulder back in. People scream. That still doesn't excuse what you did. Since when did you become such a pussy about pain?" Terry asked. "since her." "oh my god." "Shut up," Zach grunted. "Oh my god; "Yeah, that's not shutting up." "The great Z-dog has been taken down;" "Shut up, maggot, it's not like that. I'm just taking care of h;" "By a little bitty pink Christmas elf; Terry laughed. There was a scuffling sound and then a loud whoomp and a forceful exhalation of air. "So, I turn her every few hours until she can do it for herself?" Zach asked, casually. "Yes, sir," Terry choked. "Anything else?" "Clear liquids until she can hold stuff down. Talk to her. Ask her questions. If she seems disoriented or part of her face goes slack, she goes back to the hospital. Don't fuck around." "Got it. Are you squared away, or do we need to discuss this further?" "Squared away, sir," Terry choked, then gasped in relief, panting faintly. "Jesus Christ, you haven't lost your touch. We on for the hump tomorrow at 0 500?" "No. I'm gonna stick close here until she's;" "Got it. Hey, maybe they have those Baby Bjorn things in elf-size. Then, you could just strap her onto your ba; ow! ow! ow, ow, ow!" "You weren't particularly attached to the rest of that sentence, were you, maggot?" Zach growled. "Sir, no sir; Terry squeaked. "I didn't think so. You'll be back here Wednesday," Zach stated, more as an order than a question. "Yeah, if you want me to. Honestly, right now she just needs rest and TLC more than a medic. That stands for 'tender loving care' by the way, not;" "You were just going," Zach said, as the voices moved to another end of the room below her. "Hey, you wanna know what makes an elf's toes curl up like tha;" Terry asked, his question cut off by the slamming of the door. Honey listened, trembling and terrified as Zach paced the floor below her. Though his voice hadn't changed, he sounded nothing like the man that had wooed her so tenderly a year ago. He sounded dangerous, brutal even. He definitely sounded like the kind of person that went around wanting to choke everyone, she thought, strangely relieved that her heartbreak felt a little less personal. How could she have been so wrong in her impression of him? She looked around the room, understanding now how the voices had reached her so easily. She was in an open industrial loft bedroom that opened onto the main floor below. Looking around, she realized she must be in Zach's huge bed, though if the crisply made side next to her was any indication, he hadn't been sleeping in it with her. Looking down her body, she gasped quietly. Her left arm was in a sling strapped to her chest, her legs were covered in bruises, and the right leg that was being stabbed with an invisible knife right now, was wrapped up in an air cast boot. What had happened to her? The last thing she remembered was feeling sick as she tried to get away from Lee's groping hands on the dance floor. After that; nothing. How did she get here? A beeping noise sounded below and Zach walked across the room to what sounded like a kitchen. The sound of water being poured into a cup, the ringing of a spoon stirring it, a pill bottle being opened. Honey shivered, realizing he was probably coming up to her, soon. She closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing, feigning sleep. Steps ascending to the loft bedroom. Ankle stabbing, stab, stab, stab, stab with every panicked heartbeat. A tray went down on the nightstand next to her. A chair across the room was lifted and set down by the bed. Honey told herself to breathe slowly, willing the tears welling behind her lids not to leak out of her eyes. He would leave her alone if she was sleeping, wouldn't he? "You're not sleeping," Zach's voice stated, quietly, and her stomach clenched in fear. "You've been waking up for these pills every four hours like a junkie. I know you don't want to talk to me, Honey, but until you're squared away, you're gonna have to. So, cut the crap, open your eyes, and let's get this done." Honey opened her eyes to see his grim face looking down at her. With one blink, large tears rolled down her pale cheeks, and Zach's jaw set angrily. Sitting down in the chair, he put his elbows on his knees and leaned his massive shoulders forward, looking at her. His hands looked like they could crush rocks as he gripped them together. "Let's get some things straight. I don't know what you think you know about me, but acting like I'm some kind of psycho is pretty shitty. You want nothing of me, that's fine, but you're hurt because you screamed and flung yourself down some stairs rather than let me help you to an Uber. You're staying here until you're well, because some shithead at that party gave you enough roofies to be in a coma for almost 3 days and I'm not dragging my ass to that rat trap of yours in the Commons every day to make sure they don't come back while you're weak. Are we clear?" he asked. Honey swallowed and nodded, wincing at the pain in her neck and head. That just seemed to make Zach angrier. "While you are here, you will do as you're told. You will eat what you get, and you will not complain. You see these, here?" he said, holding up the magic caplets that made everything better. "These are the last ones you're getting. I'm switching you to ibuprofen and Tylenol because, unchecked, this Sackler shit will fuck you up for good and that's not happening on my watch. Do you understand?" he asked. "Yes," Honey whispered. At the sound of her voice, Zach's mouth twitched, but at least he didn't look as angry as when she'd nodded and winced. "You will follow your doctor's orders to the last goddamn word. You will rest. You will do your therapy. You will let me help you and you will ask me for what you need because I am not a fucking mind reader. And so help me, if you do anything stupid like get out of that bed without me here to help you, or push yourself away from me like you did at Gatsby's, or any other drama shit that hurts even one hair on that head again, I will personally make you regret you were ever born." "Yes, Zach," Honey breathed, confused. Two more tears rolled down her cheeks. Without thinking, she leaned over to wipe them off on her shoulder and cried out in pain. Zach squeezed his clenched hands together and several of his knuckles cracked. "You don't use my name. You don't get to use my name. You're not getting under my skin again, you hear me?" Zach growled, using his rough knuckle to wipe her tears. "Orders a fucking angel shot in my own fucking club; fuck you. I don't have a name, you don't have a name. You're nothing to me. Understand?" "Yes, sir," she whispered. Honey leaned forward and took the last spoonful of broth into her mouth and swallowed, looking longingly at the noodles at the bottom of the cup. Zach caught a drop of broth at the bottom of her lower lip with the spoon and returned it to her mouth. "No," he said, seeing where her eyes lingered. "I can do it," she pleaded. "Please; I haven't had anything solid since; how long has it been?" "I said, no. You throw up on another pair of my skivvies and I'll be doing laundry twice a week," Zach said, dabbing her mouth with a paper towel. "Why do I have to wear your boxer briefs anyway? They feel weird. They have this hole-flap thing; and there are some places that aren't supposed to feel a breeze," Honey said, lifting the blanket to look down at his underwear loosely covering her hips. "Are you complaining?" he asked quietly. Honey's eyes darted quickly to his face, "No sir," she murmured, looking down at her lap. "I just thought if I had some of my things here, you wouldn't have to do the laundry so much." "I'll worry about what I have to do, Honey," he said, unthinkingly using her name. Startled, she looked up to see his eyes wandering over her, his massive t-shirt sleeves going down past her elbows. She felt ridiculous and disheveled, but something about the way he looked at her made her hold her breath. Then, without another word, he slurped the noodles out of the cup and took the tray downstairs. After that, the two settled into a quiet routine of him feeding her, giving her medicine, and watching her sleep most of the day. She would sometimes awaken to the soft repetitive sounds of him running on a treadmill, or the clinking of him lifting weights downstairs where she couldn't see him. Then, he would go to the bathroom and shower. After his shower, he came upstairs again in his towel and took some clothes from his dresser before going back downstairs to change. Honey found herself looking forward to those few seconds each day, watching his droplet-covered torso twist as he leaned over his dresser. He frowned as he flipped through his carefully folded underwear. "You wearing the grey ones?" he asked, not looking at her. Honey peeked under the covers, "Um, yes sir," she replied. "I'm supposed to wear the grey ones today," he grumbled to himself. Honey didn't say anything. Zach was the one who picked out which underwear she wore today. He was the one who looked away while he painstakingly slipped the old ones off her hips and pulled the new ones over her boot and up her legs until her bottom was covered again. There was nothing about her life that wasn't chosen and executed by him. If he wasn't happy about the color of his underwear, that was his fault. Still, Zach kept rummaging around in his underwear drawer as if another crisply folded grey pair would somehow magically appear. Finally, rather than offend him by laughing, Honey spoke, "Um; you know, if they're clean, I could wear the pair I had on when I went to the hospital and you could have these. It would get you back on schedule; Zach lifted his head from the drawer and glared at her, as if he thought she was making fun of him. Honey held carefully still and shrugged her uninjured limb. She wasn't making fun, she just wanted to help. The movement caused the huge neckline to gape over to the side, revealing her bare shoulder. She waited as Zach stared impassively at her, the vein at his neck throbbing. After a long moment, he walked over and stood next to her, the tuck of his towel right next to her face. With every breath, she inhaled the scent of his wet body and the bar soap he used. A rivulet of water painstakingly slid from his chest and down his abdomen, until finally disappearing into the tightly twisted white cotton. Honey glanced up to see that he had been reading her face as she watched the droplet's progress. With a shaking breath, she blushed and pulled the covers higher with her good arm. With a twist of his mouth, Zach pulled the neckline back over her shoulder again and quickly left the room. That night, after leaving her with a video baby monitor watching her on the nightstand, Zach returned with a bag of her underwear and some of her nightgowns. After watching her excitedly sort through them, Zach pushed them aside and sat on the edge of the bed. "There were a bunch of boxes with tags on them in your living room. What's that about?" he asked. Honey's eyes dropped, "Oh; that's the charity gift thing for kids. You sign up and get them something they wished for and wrap it up so they can have something under the tree, when they wouldn't have something otherwise. It's nice, you know? I signed up for a bunch and I was supposed to wrap them and get them back to the law firm, but I guess; sorry kids," she trailed off. Looking furious, yet carefully impassive at the same time, Zach cursed under his breath and left again, returning with the packages and a huge stack of unused Styrofoam clamshells from Gatsby's, and dumped them on the bed next to her. For the next few hours, they "wrapped" the presents, Zach carefully fitting items into an appropriate-sized takeout box, and Honey trying to make them pretty with ribbons. As she watched him work, occasionally cursing under his breath, she found herself smiling at his frowning face when he was strategizing how to fit a basketball into three disassembled clamshells. "What are you laughing at?" he said, glaring when he caught her at it. "I wasn't laughing. I was smiling." "Why were you smiling, then?" he asked. "I guess; I just like you; sir," she said, glancing over at him. Honey saw a hopeful softness steal into Zach's eyes until he forcibly wrestled it down and a look of hooded sarcasm shaded them. "Yeah, well; fool me once," he sneered. Angry, Honey closed her eyes, blocking him out the only way she could. "You know, that's; that's not fair. Not after what you said; you scared me!" she said, frustrated that, once again, tears were rolling down her cheeks. Zach choked out a mirthless laugh, "I scared you? What did I say, Honey? What did I fucking say? God! I was on eggshells all night trying not to fuck it up with you and then you just; why? Those creeps you were dancing with at that party, those fucking 'nice guys' that drugged you, they were saying shit that made my skin crawl! I didn't even kiss you! I couldn't! I could barely breathe just for looking at you on our date; you looked just like a fucking angel. What did I say, Honey? What did I say?" Honey reached over and grabbed her phone, flipping through her photo album to a screenshot taken shortly before she blocked his number. "You didn't say it; you texted it. I remember watching you leave for the restroom thinking I'd met the love of my life and then you sent me this; she said, handing her phone to him. Zach took the phone, his face going from an angry red to pale horror in a matter of seconds. "This; this; he gasped, "I didn't; send this; to you; he said, shaking his head. "Whoever had your phone did, sir!" she said, emphasizing the last word, making him wince. "I spent the last year thinking you wanted to do that to me; to kill me. Every time I felt you watching me, every crowd I saw you show up in, every dark room I had to go into, that's what I thought about. I thought that a man I was head over heels about; that I could be so wrong about him. So, excuse me for thinking I liked you, sir. I promise it won't ever happen again!" Honey cried herself to sleep that night, refusing to speak to, or even look at Zach again. When she awoke, the bedroom was empty, and a glass of water and a pain pill were waiting on the nightstand. After swallowing the pill, she stared at the ceiling, furious. She didn't want to be there anymore, to be helpless and dependent on him, to obey all his stupid rules. He didn't deserve to take care of her. So, she tightened the straps on her boot and increased the air pressure to hold her broken ankle tightly enough to walk without her crutches. Then, she took off Zach's t-shirt, pulled on her elf dress, and called herself an Uber. It was when she saw the anticipated arrival time of 8 minutes that she realized her mistake. There was no way for her to get down from the loft and out of the apartment quietly in that amount of time. If she used the crutches, she would be able to descend the stairs quickly enough, but they made such a distinctive clicking racket that they would surely wake up her gorilla-like guard. If she hopped down the stairs on her good foot, it might have worked, but her good arm was on the opposite side and she kept losing her balance. Eventually she decided on the most painful course, of going down on her good and bad legs, using her good arm for support. Her boot thunked horribly the first few times, until she got the hang of it and could place it more quietly on the next step and then hop her good foot down to support it before the scream inside her could escape her lips. By the time she reached the bottom, though, she was shaking with pain and exhausted. Curiosity forced her to look around the rest of the apartment as she caught her breath, sitting on the bottom step. It was clean and unmistakably masculine. Exercise equipment took up a lot of the space not already claimed by a leather couch and TV arrangement. Zach lay on the couch, made up with sheets to act as a bed, his feet sticking out over the arm, his hand tucked under the back of his head, his chest rising and falling under the rumpled sheet. If she wasn't so angry, she'd find him handsome; or maybe he still was handsome, she thought grudgingly, closing her eyes miserably and looking away. Why couldn't he be ugly? Life wasn't fair. Uber. Right. Screwing up her courage for what was ahead, she stood and slowly hobbled across the hardwood floor, agonizing over every painful thump and noisy squeak until she finally reached the door. She unlocked the five locks on his large door, each of them being well-oiled and working perfectly. She expected no less of her anal-retentive, grey-skivvies-on-Tuesdays captor. Finally, she tugged open the heavy door to find endless flights of icy steel-mesh stairs leading all the way down to the street where her Uber was waiting. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me; she cried, breaking down into tears. A strong arm slid down around her waist and mercifully shifted her weight off her throbbing foot, "I know. It sucks. You should try it with a rucksack full of bricks," Zach said, leaning his head down and breathing into her hair. "I want to go home," she whispered. "Let me take care of you; please," Zach murmured into the top of her head, "I; it was my fault this happened to you. I scared you, I know that now; but, please believe me that I would never want to hurt or frighten you like that." "It wasn't just that text," she said, pulling her head away and looking up at him angrily. "All year, I never had a moment's peace. Even when I couldn't see you, I could feel you waiting in the quiet or dark places. Even if you weren't there;" "I was there," he confessed. "I was always there. I didn't understand what had gone wrong. You didn't want to talk to me, and the world just didn't make sense to me unless I knew where you were, what you were doing; unless I knew you were safe." "Maybe you knew I was safe, but I didn't! I thought I'd done something; that somehow I deserved to have this beautiful, scary monster hunting me. I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd done to destroy something that was so; wonderful." "You didn't do anything, Honey. Nothing at all. You were perfect. You were so perfect that I couldn't keep; you didn't do anything wrong. I never meant to send you that message; please, please believe me." "Why did you send it?" she asked, finally looking up into his eyes. The dark blue liquid pools of her eyes turned violet in the moonlight, and Zach felt a tightening in his chest. "I; I can't tell you that; but it was never meant for you." "You mean, you meant to send that message to someone else? To hurt them like that?" "Honey, I; Zach said, looking around, unable to meet her eyes, "Please, I can't; you wouldn't understand; my life isn't like that anymore." "I want to go home, Zach; please," she whispered. Zach closed his eyes for a long moment before he swallowed and nodded, looking like he was in more pain than she was. "I'll take you home tomorrow, okay? Or Terry will, if you don't want me to. He'll check the place out, make sure you're set up and safe there. You're tired, you're hurting, and your Uber's gone, now. Let me take you back upstairs and you can go in the morning. Please." At that moment, a throb of pain shot through her entire leg, and as angry as Honey was, she knew she couldn't face her empty apartment without a few more hours of rest. "Okay," she whispered. To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 3 parts, for Literotica.

Elf on a Shelf: Part 1 Her stalker wasn't who she thought he was; Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Honey smiled at the long line of children waiting to see Santa, flipping her phone from Google Translate back to see the information of the next little girl in line, who was looking up at her somberly with large liquid brown eyes. In her small face was a familiar mixture of fear and hope. Wonder; it was wonder in her eyes, Honey thought. Unlike the tired and jaded adults, dutifully shifting their weight from foot to foot, holding overstuffed shopping bags and all the coats of their kids as they distracted themselves on their phones, the children got more and more excited as they drew near the man in the furry red suit with white trim. Honey loved working with the children; because like them, she sometimes could still see the magic. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Norman shift uncomfortably in the painted plywood throne made for him to sit with the children and discuss their good behavior and of the wishes that they hoped would come true. Even at age 62, Norman still saw the magic with his merry bright blue eyes, but it faded when his prostate pained him. When the photographer got the shot the parent wanted, Honey walked to where most of the long line could see her as Norman flashed her a look of worshipful gratitude. The adults' faces immediately fell, knowing what was coming. "I'm afraid Santa needs to take a quick break because apparently the reindeer have begun arguing again!" Norman put his gloved hands up to his real beard, pulled a comically dismayed face, jumped up from his throne, and ran off toward the restrooms. Honey shook her head mournfully and continued, "The reindeer were all practicing their Christmas carols when Comet and Cupid couldn't decide how many times Santa checks his list in Santa Claus is Coming to Town! Does anyone here remember how it goes?" she asked, scanning the line for people game enough to help. Honey scampered back and forth along the line trying to choose among the eager volunteers, her white-trimmed, pink fur skirt flaring out around her thighs, her long legs clad in sparkly curly-toed ruby slippers and candy cane swirl stockings catching the eyes of several fathers. Suddenly, she gasped listening carefully to her headset, "Nina?" she called out. "Comet and Cupid say they will only stop arguing if 'Nina' gives the answer. Is there a 'Nina' here today? Nina?" Honey looked around at the crowd carefully until the little girl with the big brown eyes, who had been quietly waiting 57 minutes in line, gathered the courage to raise her hand. "Oh! Are you Nina?" she asked, running over and crouching down near the girl. "We just adopted her; she only speaks Portuguese," the weary woman holding her hand said quietly. Honey gasped and smiled widely, "Voc fala portugu s Nina? Maravilhosa!" she said, watching the little girl's eyes brighten excitedly. "Voc pode me dizer quantas vezes o Papai Noel verifica sua lista?" she asked, holding her microphone out to the little girl. "Duas vezes!" Nina said confidently into the mic. Honey listened carefully to her headset, concentrating, "'Duas vezes' it is! They've stopped arguing!" she announced. "But now, they want us all to sing the song in Portuguese! Nina, voc vai me ajudar a ensin -los a m sica?" she asked. Nina nodded and slowly she and Honey taught the familiar song to the crowd in a new language. As always, a hush came on the crowd when Honey began to sing. Heads raised up from forgotten phones. Vague smiles drifted onto the turning heads of passers-by in the mall as they paused in their frenetic search for gifts. It wasn't so much that Honey's voice was beautiful, though it certainly was. It was more that when Honey sang, it seemed to make the things that didn't really matter melt away. To those that believed in such things, Honey's voice was magic. When she sang, people held their breath and didn't even miss the air. Honey closed her eyes as she sang next to Nina. It was a newly acquired habit. Though she had been taught to let her eyes slowly drift over the audience, letting them make a connection with each person as she sang, she didn't do that anymore. She knew he was out there. She felt his presence frequently as she worked, but it was only when she sang that he came out into the open. She couldn't hold her voice steady when she saw him watching her, so she closed her eyes and let the magic continue for the crowd. When the song ended, Honey opened her eyes as the crowd cheered, finding his powerful form immediately as if she had been commanded to look at him. Zach. He had changed a lot in the year since he brought his sister's children through the long Santa line, drawing her almost too-large dark blue eyes to him then, as easily as he did now. After bringing his nieces and nephews through the line, he'd gone home and brought all his neighbors' kids to see Santa in five more trips, watching her the entire time. He looked at her as if he'd never seen anything like her in the world, like he couldn't believe she was real. She had loved feeling his eyes on her then, hearing his voice. She had wanted to climb up in his lap, feel his large arms curled around her, whisper to him about how good she had been that year, and of how much she hoped he would make her wishes come true. Of course, all that was before he'd told her he wanted to kill her. Zach's face looked leaner now, though his body seemed even larger, if such a thing was possible. His brooding, deep-set eyes were not merry, as they had been when children climbed his tree-like body in her line last year. They weren't nervously soft and adoring of every part of her, as they had been at their candle-lit dinner. His eyes weren't rageful or insane as you might expect from someone visiting their object of murderous hate, but rather; they were tortured, trapped. Pain and quiet desperation had taken up restless residence in the windows to his soul. Honey knew she shouldn't look at him so much, but she just wished she could understand what she had done wrong. Once the line of children and parents had cleared, it was long past the official closing time. Honey cleaned up the display and prepared it for the next day while Norman took one last lingering trip to the restroom. Her phone showed numerous messages from work friends from her other job asking where she was. The firm had planned a Christmas party at Gatsby's, a gorgeous club worthy of F. Scott Fitzgerald's glamorous hero. It was also the place where Zach had taken her on their first and last date. The Gatsby's waiter had looked stunned and confused when she shakily ordered herself an "angel shot," the code-phrase used to quietly ask bartenders or wait staff for help when you felt threatened, but after his initial shock, the waiter immediately escorted her secretly to a taxi waiting outside before Zach returned to the table. Gatsby's had saved her life; but she didn't want to go back there. After avoiding call after call from Zach, she finally answered and politely asked him never to call her again. To her surprise, he didn't. He never spoke to her again. Unless she sang, she never even saw him, but she felt his presence almost everywhere. It felt like she was haunted by him; haunted by something wonderful and magical that, inexplicably, went horribly wrong. Her phone buzzed again, the display showing that the firm's senior partner wanted to FaceTime her. Steeling herself, she answered. "Honey Lane where in the hell; oh my god lookit you!" Aaron Timberman held the phone high above his head with his long ex-basketball-player arms and Honey saw a crowd of her co-workers crowd into the picture behind him. "Um, hi sir. Sorry I'm late to;" "You're an elf!" "Um, yeah. It's a volunteer thing;" "Wait, wait, wait; you have the shoes? You know, with the; toes?" he slurred, motioning his finger in a spiral motion. Honey bit her lips and tilted the camera down her body, showing her entire costume, tilting her foot to show off the curled toe. "I'm sorry it got late tonight, but I'll be there as soon as I can get home and get changed;" Timberman looked around at the crowd surrounding him, "Guys, do we wanna see Honey Lane here at the party in some boring old Anne Klein shit, or do we want the elf?" he yelled, pointing at the screen. Behind him, almost a dozen of her co-workers began chanting "Elf, Elf, Elf, Elf!" "Get yer ass over here, Elf," Timberman ordered, poking at his screen several times before effectively ending the call. A few minutes later, Norman finally came back from the restroom and gave Honey a ride over to Gatsby's in his red SUV bedecked with a bumper sticker that read, "My other car's a SLEIGH!" Honey hopped out after getting bits of advice from Norman that would have been appropriate several decades ago. With flaming cheeks, she brushed the furry white pompom from her hat out of her face and told the smirking ma tre d which party she wanted, sighing when he grinned widely and escorted her through the middle of the main dining area, much to her horror. When the doors to the party room opened and she was greeted by another round of "Elf, Elf, Elf, Elf," she didn't feel much better. She was starving, so she headed over to the buffet and began loading up a plate with delicious-looking things on ice in shot glasses, impaled on sticks, or immersed in flames. She just spied a quiet table in a dark corner and was winding her way toward it to it to scarf down her only food since breakfast before she could be drawn into a drunken debate. That was the plan, anyway. "Hunnybaby! Lookit you! C'mon we gotta dance!" Lee James slurred to her fur-trimmed tits. With a sigh, she smiled and laid her plate down on a nearby table, promising to herself that she would eat right after enduring a dance with the favored junior partner. Unfortunately, after Lee angled her awkwardly around the dance floor, they'd drawn so much attention that everyone wanted to get pics of themselves toasting and dancing with the Christmas elf. At some point, she found herself in Timberman's arms with a glass of champagne in her hand. "Um; what?" she said, almost asking herself how she had gotten there. "I said you look lovely, tonight, Honey. Much better than in a shawl and sheath dress," he said, quickly twirling her around as they reached the edge of the dance floor. "Twirling makes my skirt go up; I'm dizzy," she murmured. A familiar dark figure flashed in the background and disappeared as Timberman turned her again. She looked around, trying to find the figure again, but she couldn't see him anywhere. Why was he there? Had she been singing again? "Well, I'll make sure nobody twirls you, my dear," he said, twirling her and smiling as her skirt flew up her long candy-cane striped legs. "The wives wouldn't like it." "I like your wife's dress Mr. Timberman; looks warm. It covers her ass when she sits, too," she slurred, frowning in confusion at the dark red drink in her hand now. Zach was frowning, and then he just looked blurry again as she swirled around. Maybe swirling made it harder for him to kill her. Why did he want to kill her? It just wasn't fair. Timberman leaned down and dipped her, "I'll make sure to give her your compliments. You know, if you like what wives wear, you should consider getting married. Lee is quite taken with you, you know," he said, stroking his hand against the soft pink velvet of her dress. Honey found herself drifting away and wandering inside her head again, thinking about Lee; he was handsome in an overly-polished way, said funny things, but they always sounded a little mean, like he wanted to be the only one laughing; and he also took her away from the food plate that just floated by on a table. It was still full. She should have eaten that food. What time was it? "He likes my boobs; and he doesn't want to kill me," she agreed eventually, surprised to find that Timberman was gone and she was dancing with Lee James again. "Well, I can't blame him for that; they're fucking perfect; just like everything else. I'm gonna come on them after you suck me off; he murmured, pulling her closer against him. "Let me take you home, Honey; penthouse view of the city; "Umm; no, that's not home; I live in the; railroad place; with the trains?" Honey explained, pointing in what she thought was the direction of the Lowertown Commons. Why did every guy think she lived with them tonight? "Sounds charming, Eliza Doolittle; you should trade up. You don't know how much I'd love twist your arms back and fuck this ass wide open over my balcony tonight," he said, reaching his hand under her skirt and greedily squeezing her bottom. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Honey? I can tell; Lee whispered, his cologne invading her head and making her queasy. "I feel sick; Honey whimpered and staggered away, trying to find the quiet table where the food was that would make her less drunk. The dance floor was confusing, though, always turning around and thumping and flashing. She leaned against a pillar until she got a better sense of where she was. She liked the pillar. It was big and strong; and it stroked her hair. "Honey; wake up, Honey. Open your mouth. You need to take these," the vaguely familiar voice said, cutting through the sleep that had been blocking out some of the pain she felt everywhere. She obediently opened her mouth and the hand put two caplets on her tongue. A water bottle squirted a little cool liquid into her mouth until she moaned and sucked harder, desperate for more. "Not too much. Wait until you can hold that down. I'll give you more in a bit. You don't want that IV back, do you?" "Nuh" Honey groaned. She hated needles. Sure, just about every part of her body hurt more than a needle did, right now, but somehow needle pain felt personal. Like with Zach. He didn't seem like someone who went around wanting to choke everybody; just her. She was nobody special; just a simple girl who kept lawyers organized and tried to be nice. Then, someone wonderful like Zach thought she needed to die. That hurt. Something about her made him go from being tender and intensely loving to someone who; it just didn't make sense. What did she do? Mercifully, sleep faded the pain and clouded her thoughts. Voices below her intruded into a wonderful dream where she was bouncing on clouds. Though not in the same room, the voices seemed strangely clear. "I can't; Terry, she cries when I do that," the pills voice said, making her eyes fly open. She knew that voice. She hadn't heard it for a year, but she would never forget it. Her body reacted with a confused mix of emotions, her cheeks flushing and adrenaline searing a path all through her at the same time. "That's because it hurts her. You know what hurts more? Bedsores. Man up. Use the pillows to prop her weight against the parts that aren't hurt on whichever side. It's either this, or she goes back to the hospital, and I have it on good authority you won't be allowed to visit after what happened." "She was screaming; Zach gritted. "Yeah, well they were putting her shoulder back in. People scream. That still doesn't excuse what you did. Since when did you become such a pussy about pain?" Terry asked. "since her." "oh my god." "Shut up," Zach grunted. "Oh my god; "Yeah, that's not shutting up." "The great Z-dog has been taken down;" "Shut up, maggot, it's not like that. I'm just taking care of h;" "By a little bitty pink Christmas elf; Terry laughed. There was a scuffling sound and then a loud whoomp and a forceful exhalation of air. "So, I turn her every few hours until she can do it for herself?" Zach asked, casually. "Yes, sir," Terry choked. "Anything else?" "Clear liquids until she can hold stuff down. Talk to her. Ask her questions. If she seems disoriented or part of her face goes slack, she goes back to the hospital. Don't fuck around." "Got it. Are you squared away, or do we need to discuss this further?" "Squared away, sir," Terry choked, then gasped in relief, panting faintly. "Jesus Christ, you haven't lost your touch. We on for the hump tomorrow at 0 500?" "No. I'm gonna stick close here until she's;" "Got it. Hey, maybe they have those Baby Bjorn things in elf-size. Then, you could just strap her onto your ba; ow! ow! ow, ow, ow!" "You weren't particularly attached to the rest of that sentence, were you, maggot?" Zach growled. "Sir, no sir; Terry squeaked. "I didn't think so. You'll be back here Wednesday," Zach stated, more as an order than a question. "Yeah, if you want me to. Honestly, right now she just needs rest and TLC more than a medic. That stands for 'tender loving care' by the way, not;" "You were just going," Zach said, as the voices moved to another end of the room below her. "Hey, you wanna know what makes an elf's toes curl up like tha;" Terry asked, his question cut off by the slamming of the door. Honey listened, trembling and terrified as Zach paced the floor below her. Though his voice hadn't changed, he sounded nothing like the man that had wooed her so tenderly a year ago. He sounded dangerous, brutal even. He definitely sounded like the kind of person that went around wanting to choke everyone, she thought, strangely relieved that her heartbreak felt a little less personal. How could she have been so wrong in her impression of him? She looked around the room, understanding now how the voices had reached her so easily. She was in an open industrial loft bedroom that opened onto the main floor below. Looking around, she realized she must be in Zach's huge bed, though if the crisply made side next to her was any indication, he hadn't been sleeping in it with her. Looking down her body, she gasped quietly. Her left arm was in a sling strapped to her chest, her legs were covered in bruises, and the right leg that was being stabbed with an invisible knife right now, was wrapped up in an air cast boot. What had happened to her? The last thing she remembered was feeling sick as she tried to get away from Lee's groping hands on the dance floor. After that; nothing. How did she get here? A beeping noise sounded below and Zach walked across the room to what sounded like a kitchen. The sound of water being poured into a cup, the ringing of a spoon stirring it, a pill bottle being opened. Honey shivered, realizing he was probably coming up to her, soon. She closed her eyes and tried to slow her breathing, feigning sleep. Steps ascending to the loft bedroom. Ankle stabbing, stab, stab, stab, stab with every panicked heartbeat. A tray went down on the nightstand next to her. A chair across the room was lifted and set down by the bed. Honey told herself to breathe slowly, willing the tears welling behind her lids not to leak out of her eyes. He would leave her alone if she was sleeping, wouldn't he? "You're not sleeping," Zach's voice stated, quietly, and her stomach clenched in fear. "You've been waking up for these pills every four hours like a junkie. I know you don't want to talk to me, Honey, but until you're squared away, you're gonna have to. So, cut the crap, open your eyes, and let's get this done." Honey opened her eyes to see his grim face looking down at her. With one blink, large tears rolled down her pale cheeks, and Zach's jaw set angrily. Sitting down in the chair, he put his elbows on his knees and leaned his massive shoulders forward, looking at her. His hands looked like they could crush rocks as he gripped them together. "Let's get some things straight. I don't know what you think you know about me, but acting like I'm some kind of psycho is pretty shitty. You want nothing of me, that's fine, but you're hurt because you screamed and flung yourself down some stairs rather than let me help you to an Uber. You're staying here until you're well, because some shithead at that party gave you enough roofies to be in a coma for almost 3 days and I'm not dragging my ass to that rat trap of yours in the Commons every day to make sure they don't come back while you're weak. Are we clear?" he asked. Honey swallowed and nodded, wincing at the pain in her neck and head. That just seemed to make Zach angrier. "While you are here, you will do as you're told. You will eat what you get, and you will not complain. You see these, here?" he said, holding up the magic caplets that made everything better. "These are the last ones you're getting. I'm switching you to ibuprofen and Tylenol because, unchecked, this Sackler shit will fuck you up for good and that's not happening on my watch. Do you understand?" he asked. "Yes," Honey whispered. At the sound of her voice, Zach's mouth twitched, but at least he didn't look as angry as when she'd nodded and winced. "You will follow your doctor's orders to the last goddamn word. You will rest. You will do your therapy. You will let me help you and you will ask me for what you need because I am not a fucking mind reader. And so help me, if you do anything stupid like get out of that bed without me here to help you, or push yourself away from me like you did at Gatsby's, or any other drama shit that hurts even one hair on that head again, I will personally make you regret you were ever born." "Yes, Zach," Honey breathed, confused. Two more tears rolled down her cheeks. Without thinking, she leaned over to wipe them off on her shoulder and cried out in pain. Zach squeezed his clenched hands together and several of his knuckles cracked. "You don't use my name. You don't get to use my name. You're not getting under my skin again, you hear me?" Zach growled, using his rough knuckle to wipe her tears. "Orders a fucking angel shot in my own fucking club; fuck you. I don't have a name, you don't have a name. You're nothing to me. Understand?" "Yes, sir," she whispered. Honey leaned forward and took the last spoonful of broth into her mouth and swallowed, looking longingly at the noodles at the bottom of the cup. Zach caught a drop of broth at the bottom of her lower lip with the spoon and returned it to her mouth. "No," he said, seeing where her eyes lingered. "I can do it," she pleaded. "Please; I haven't had anything solid since; how long has it been?" "I said, no. You throw up on another pair of my skivvies and I'll be doing laundry twice a week," Zach said, dabbing her mouth with a paper towel. "Why do I have to wear your boxer briefs anyway? They feel weird. They have this hole-flap thing; and there are some places that aren't supposed to feel a breeze," Honey said, lifting the blanket to look down at his underwear loosely covering her hips. "Are you complaining?" he asked quietly. Honey's eyes darted quickly to his face, "No sir," she murmured, looking down at her lap. "I just thought if I had some of my things here, you wouldn't have to do the laundry so much." "I'll worry about what I have to do, Honey," he said, unthinkingly using her name. Startled, she looked up to see his eyes wandering over her, his massive t-shirt sleeves going down past her elbows. She felt ridiculous and disheveled, but something about the way he looked at her made her hold her breath. Then, without another word, he slurped the noodles out of the cup and took the tray downstairs. After that, the two settled into a quiet routine of him feeding her, giving her medicine, and watching her sleep most of the day. She would sometimes awaken to the soft repetitive sounds of him running on a treadmill, or the clinking of him lifting weights downstairs where she couldn't see him. Then, he would go to the bathroom and shower. After his shower, he came upstairs again in his towel and took some clothes from his dresser before going back downstairs to change. Honey found herself looking forward to those few seconds each day, watching his droplet-covered torso twist as he leaned over his dresser. He frowned as he flipped through his carefully folded underwear. "You wearing the grey ones?" he asked, not looking at her. Honey peeked under the covers, "Um, yes sir," she replied. "I'm supposed to wear the grey ones today," he grumbled to himself. Honey didn't say anything. Zach was the one who picked out which underwear she wore today. He was the one who looked away while he painstakingly slipped the old ones off her hips and pulled the new ones over her boot and up her legs until her bottom was covered again. There was nothing about her life that wasn't chosen and executed by him. If he wasn't happy about the color of his underwear, that was his fault. Still, Zach kept rummaging around in his underwear drawer as if another crisply folded grey pair would somehow magically appear. Finally, rather than offend him by laughing, Honey spoke, "Um; you know, if they're clean, I could wear the pair I had on when I went to the hospital and you could have these. It would get you back on schedule; Zach lifted his head from the drawer and glared at her, as if he thought she was making fun of him. Honey held carefully still and shrugged her uninjured limb. She wasn't making fun, she just wanted to help. The movement caused the huge neckline to gape over to the side, revealing her bare shoulder. She waited as Zach stared impassively at her, the vein at his neck throbbing. After a long moment, he walked over and stood next to her, the tuck of his towel right next to her face. With every breath, she inhaled the scent of his wet body and the bar soap he used. A rivulet of water painstakingly slid from his chest and down his abdomen, until finally disappearing into the tightly twisted white cotton. Honey glanced up to see that he had been reading her face as she watched the droplet's progress. With a shaking breath, she blushed and pulled the covers higher with her good arm. With a twist of his mouth, Zach pulled the neckline back over her shoulder again and quickly left the room. That night, after leaving her with a video baby monitor watching her on the nightstand, Zach returned with a bag of her underwear and some of her nightgowns. After watching her excitedly sort through them, Zach pushed them aside and sat on the edge of the bed. "There were a bunch of boxes with tags on them in your living room. What's that about?" he asked. Honey's eyes dropped, "Oh; that's the charity gift thing for kids. You sign up and get them something they wished for and wrap it up so they can have something under the tree, when they wouldn't have something otherwise. It's nice, you know? I signed up for a bunch and I was supposed to wrap them and get them back to the law firm, but I guess; sorry kids," she trailed off. Looking furious, yet carefully impassive at the same time, Zach cursed under his breath and left again, returning with the packages and a huge stack of unused Styrofoam clamshells from Gatsby's, and dumped them on the bed next to her. For the next few hours, they "wrapped" the presents, Zach carefully fitting items into an appropriate-sized takeout box, and Honey trying to make them pretty with ribbons. As she watched him work, occasionally cursing under his breath, she found herself smiling at his frowning face when he was strategizing how to fit a basketball into three disassembled clamshells. "What are you laughing at?" he said, glaring when he caught her at it. "I wasn't laughing. I was smiling." "Why were you smiling, then?" he asked. "I guess; I just like you; sir," she said, glancing over at him. Honey saw a hopeful softness steal into Zach's eyes until he forcibly wrestled it down and a look of hooded sarcasm shaded them. "Yeah, well; fool me once," he sneered. Angry, Honey closed her eyes, blocking him out the only way she could. "You know, that's; that's not fair. Not after what you said; you scared me!" she said, frustrated that, once again, tears were rolling down her cheeks. Zach choked out a mirthless laugh, "I scared you? What did I say, Honey? What did I fucking say? God! I was on eggshells all night trying not to fuck it up with you and then you just; why? Those creeps you were dancing with at that party, those fucking 'nice guys' that drugged you, they were saying shit that made my skin crawl! I didn't even kiss you! I couldn't! I could barely breathe just for looking at you on our date; you looked just like a fucking angel. What did I say, Honey? What did I say?" Honey reached over and grabbed her phone, flipping through her photo album to a screenshot taken shortly before she blocked his number. "You didn't say it; you texted it. I remember watching you leave for the restroom thinking I'd met the love of my life and then you sent me this; she said, handing her phone to him. Zach took the phone, his face going from an angry red to pale horror in a matter of seconds. "This; this; he gasped, "I didn't; send this; to you; he said, shaking his head. "Whoever had your phone did, sir!" she said, emphasizing the last word, making him wince. "I spent the last year thinking you wanted to do that to me; to kill me. Every time I felt you watching me, every crowd I saw you show up in, every dark room I had to go into, that's what I thought about. I thought that a man I was head over heels about; that I could be so wrong about him. So, excuse me for thinking I liked you, sir. I promise it won't ever happen again!" Honey cried herself to sleep that night, refusing to speak to, or even look at Zach again. When she awoke, the bedroom was empty, and a glass of water and a pain pill were waiting on the nightstand. After swallowing the pill, she stared at the ceiling, furious. She didn't want to be there anymore, to be helpless and dependent on him, to obey all his stupid rules. He didn't deserve to take care of her. So, she tightened the straps on her boot and increased the air pressure to hold her broken ankle tightly enough to walk without her crutches. Then, she took off Zach's t-shirt, pulled on her elf dress, and called herself an Uber. It was when she saw the anticipated arrival time of 8 minutes that she realized her mistake. There was no way for her to get down from the loft and out of the apartment quietly in that amount of time. If she used the crutches, she would be able to descend the stairs quickly enough, but they made such a distinctive clicking racket that they would surely wake up her gorilla-like guard. If she hopped down the stairs on her good foot, it might have worked, but her good arm was on the opposite side and she kept losing her balance. Eventually she decided on the most painful course, of going down on her good and bad legs, using her good arm for support. Her boot thunked horribly the first few times, until she got the hang of it and could place it more quietly on the next step and then hop her good foot down to support it before the scream inside her could escape her lips. By the time she reached the bottom, though, she was shaking with pain and exhausted. Curiosity forced her to look around the rest of the apartment as she caught her breath, sitting on the bottom step. It was clean and unmistakably masculine. Exercise equipment took up a lot of the space not already claimed by a leather couch and TV arrangement. Zach lay on the couch, made up with sheets to act as a bed, his feet sticking out over the arm, his hand tucked under the back of his head, his chest rising and falling under the rumpled sheet. If she wasn't so angry, she'd find him handsome; or maybe he still was handsome, she thought grudgingly, closing her eyes miserably and looking away. Why couldn't he be ugly? Life wasn't fair. Uber. Right. Screwing up her courage for what was ahead, she stood and slowly hobbled across the hardwood floor, agonizing over every painful thump and noisy squeak until she finally reached the door. She unlocked the five locks on his large door, each of them being well-oiled and working perfectly. She expected no less of her anal-retentive, grey-skivvies-on-Tuesdays captor. Finally, she tugged open the heavy door to find endless flights of icy steel-mesh stairs leading all the way down to the street where her Uber was waiting. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me; she cried, breaking down into tears. A strong arm slid down around her waist and mercifully shifted her weight off her throbbing foot, "I know. It sucks. You should try it with a rucksack full of bricks," Zach said, leaning his head down and breathing into her hair. "I want to go home," she whispered. "Let me take care of you; please," Zach murmured into the top of her head, "I; it was my fault this happened to you. I scared you, I know that now; but, please believe me that I would never want to hurt or frighten you like that." "It wasn't just that text," she said, pulling her head away and looking up at him angrily. "All year, I never had a moment's peace. Even when I couldn't see you, I could feel you waiting in the quiet or dark places. Even if you weren't there;" "I was there," he confessed. "I was always there. I didn't understand what had gone wrong. You didn't want to talk to me, and the world just didn't make sense to me unless I knew where you were, what you were doing; unless I knew you were safe." "Maybe you knew I was safe, but I didn't! I thought I'd done something; that somehow I deserved to have this beautiful, scary monster hunting me. I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd done to destroy something that was so; wonderful." "You didn't do anything, Honey. Nothing at all. You were perfect. You were so perfect that I couldn't keep; you didn't do anything wrong. I never meant to send you that message; please, please believe me." "Why did you send it?" she asked, finally looking up into his eyes. The dark blue liquid pools of her eyes turned violet in the moonlight, and Zach felt a tightening in his chest. "I; I can't tell you that; but it was never meant for you." "You mean, you meant to send that message to someone else? To hurt them like that?" "Honey, I; Zach said, looking around, unable to meet her eyes, "Please, I can't; you wouldn't understand; my life isn't like that anymore." "I want to go home, Zach; please," she whispered. Zach closed his eyes for a long moment before he swallowed and nodded, looking like he was in more pain than she was. "I'll take you home tomorrow, okay? Or Terry will, if you don't want me to. He'll check the place out, make sure you're set up and safe there. You're tired, you're hurting, and your Uber's gone, now. Let me take you back upstairs and you can go in the morning. Please." At that moment, a throb of pain shot through her entire leg, and as angry as Honey was, she knew she couldn't face her empty apartment without a few more hours of rest. "Okay," she whispered. To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 3 parts, for Literotica.

➜ La Croissance de l'Entreprise est propulsée - et limitée - par la Croissance de son Leader.La meilleure des stratégies ne sert à rien dans les mains du Leader qui se cogne à son plafond de verre mindset. Comme le disait Henry Ford: "Que vous pensiez être capable ou ne pas être capable, dans les deux cas, vous avez raison". Mettre de la conscience sur, et comprendre son propre fonctionnement (et ses limitations) n'est pas une option. ➜ Je suis Fabien Matte, coach de Dirigeant.e.s, et j'ai acquis cette conviction au travers des +300 Leaders Entrepreneurs que j'ai accompagné.e.s dans leur développement pro & perso.Entre deux coachings, je partage ici mes réflexions et des outils que tu peux utiliser pour accélérer ta Croissance, et donc celle de ton business.▬▬▬▬ ME CONTACTER ▬▬▬▬Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/fabien.matte/Linkedin : https://www.linkedin.com/in/fabienmatte/RDV 30mn : https://calendly.com/fabien-matte/30-minutes▬▬▬▬ MES CONTENUS VIDEOS ▬▬▬▬https://linktr.ee/fabien_matte Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Paul and David discuss the events of the past year involving Powers Squared, The Blade of Miracles and the podcast. Music: Andre Jetson - Bipolar (Original Mix)

In the final episode of 2025 Sam and Kristie take YOUR questions all about Kristie's upcoming wedding. Plus, Sam shares her marriage story, and there's more shrimp cocktail chat, obviously.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Wanna send us a message? On this Edition of the November Recap. Jamie runs through the Patreon exclusive content offered during the month of December on the Patreon Feed including a clip from our WWE Topps Finest Review, Tim Walters Squared Routes, Billy Celio SCR Session and our Kurt Angle GiveawaySupport the show

On this special episode, we're spilling our thoughts on The Game Awards 2025! From our thoughts on how much the Awards themselves impact us, whether Game of the Year nominees being in every category they qualify for is justified or if it can minimize visibility to other games, what exactly makes something an "RPG, and of course what games caught our eye from the legion of reveals! Join us! New episodes posts every Wednesday at 12PM CST/10AM PST! This show is possible thanks to the support of our Patrons. Consider becoming one today at https://www.patreon.com/nartech JOIN OUR DISCORD! Get in on the action and discuss all things PlayStation and gaming with fellow fans. It's the perfect place to talk games, music, movies, and of course the podcast! https://discord.gg/cEvKzqm Email/Tweet us your thoughts & suggestions: X (formerly Twitter): https://www.twitter.com/TriangleSqrd Email: trianglesquaredpodcast@gmail.com PSN ID's: Add us! Brett - Chaimera086, Chris - Figz21k ------------------------------------- 0:00 - Intro 3:29 - How Do We Value the Awards? 22:28 - What Makes A Game an “RPG?” 37:49 - Should GotY Nominees Be Minimal In Other Categories? 47:45 - Overall Thoughts on the Pacing of the Show 50:23 - Reactions to Reveals/Games That Caught our Eye -------------------------------------

➜ La Croissance de l'Entreprise est propulsée - et limitée - par la Croissance de son Leader.La meilleure des stratégies ne sert à rien dans les mains du Leader qui se cogne à son plafond de verre mindset. Comme le disait Henry Ford: "Que vous pensiez être capable ou ne pas être capable, dans les deux cas, vous avez raison". Mettre de la conscience sur, et comprendre son propre fonctionnement (et ses limitations) n'est pas une option. ➜ Je suis Fabien Matte, coach de Dirigeant.e.s, et j'ai acquis cette conviction au travers des +300 Leaders Entrepreneurs que j'ai accompagné.e.s dans leur développement pro & perso.Entre deux coachings, je partage ici mes réflexions et des outils que tu peux utiliser pour accélérer ta Croissance, et donc celle de ton business.▬▬▬▬ ME CONTACTER ▬▬▬▬Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/fabien.matte/Linkedin : https://www.linkedin.com/in/fabienmatte/RDV 30mn : https://calendly.com/fabien-matte/30-minutes▬▬▬▬ MES CONTENUS VIDEOS ▬▬▬▬https://linktr.ee/fabien_matte Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Sam and Kristie are back to talk their love of shrimp cocktail and review Sam's never-ending to-do list. Plus, they share some of their favorite WSL memories, including the infamous Kristie vs. the corner flag battleSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Michael Green and Harley Bassman unpack asymmetry with Noel Smith of Convex Asset Management. Recorded: December 4th, 2025.For more information, visit https://www.simplify.us. Questions about the content discussed in this video? Please contact info@simplify.us.Simplify Asset Management Inc. is a Registered Investment Adviser. Advisory services are only offered to clients or prospective clients where Simplify Asset Management Inc. and its representatives are properly licensed or exempt from licensure. SEC registration does not constitute an endorsement of the firm by the Commission, nor does it indicate that the advisor has attained a particular level of skill or ability. Be sure to first consult with a qualified financial adviser and/or tax professional before implementing any strategy. This content is not intended to provide investment, tax, or legal advice. This content is solely for informational purposes and does not intend to make an offer or solicitation for the sale or purchase of any specific securities, investments, or investment strategies. These materials are made available on an “as is” basis, without representation or warranty. The information contained in these materials has been obtained from sources that Simplify Asset Management Inc. believes to be reliable, but accuracy and completeness are not guaranteed. This information is only current as of the date indicated and may be superseded by subsequent market events or for other reasons. Neither the author nor Simplify Asset Management Inc. undertakes to advise you of any changes in the views expressed herein.

Stephen Carter and Shannon Phillips dig into the Conservatives' pipeline motion, the Liberal response, and why Ottawa is spending its time debating make-believe infrastructure. What's the real strategy behind a motion about a pipeline that doesn't exist? How should the Liberals handle a fight built entirely on hypotheticals? And is Manitoba ready for the unique brand of chaos that follows Carter everywhere? Zain Velji, as always, picks the questions and keeps everybody in line.Join our Patreon for ad-free episodes, bonus episodes, and access to our exclusive Discord.https://www.patreon.com/c/strategistspodYou can also watch our episodes on YouTube.https://www.youtube.com/@strategistspod Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

➜ La Croissance de l'Entreprise est propulsée - et limitée - par la Croissance de son Leader.La meilleure des stratégies ne sert à rien dans les mains du Leader qui se cogne à son plafond de verre mindset. Comme le disait Henry Ford: "Que vous pensiez être capable ou ne pas être capable, dans les deux cas, vous avez raison". Mettre de la conscience sur, et comprendre son propre fonctionnement (et ses limitations) n'est pas une option. ➜ Je suis Fabien Matte, coach de Dirigeant.e.s, et j'ai acquis cette conviction au travers des +300 Leaders Entrepreneurs que j'ai accompagné.e.s dans leur développement pro & perso.Entre deux coachings, je partage ici mes réflexions et des outils que tu peux utiliser pour accélérer ta Croissance, et donc celle de ton business.▬▬▬▬ ME CONTACTER ▬▬▬▬Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/fabien.matte/Linkedin : https://www.linkedin.com/in/fabienmatte/RDV 30mn : https://calendly.com/fabien-matte/30-minutes▬▬▬▬ MES CONTENUS VIDEOS ▬▬▬▬https://linktr.ee/fabien_matte Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

➜ La Croissance de l'Entreprise est propulsée - et limitée - par la Croissance de son Leader.La meilleure des stratégies ne sert à rien dans les mains du Leader qui se cogne à son plafond de verre mindset. Comme le disait Henry Ford: "Que vous pensiez être capable ou ne pas être capable, dans les deux cas, vous avez raison". Mettre de la conscience sur, et comprendre son propre fonctionnement (et ses limitations) n'est pas une option. ➜ Je suis Fabien Matte, coach de Dirigeant.e.s, et j'ai acquis cette conviction au travers des +300 Leaders Entrepreneurs que j'ai accompagné.e.s dans leur développement pro & perso.Entre deux coachings, je partage ici mes réflexions et des outils que tu peux utiliser pour accélérer ta Croissance, et donc celle de ton business.▬▬▬▬ ME CONTACTER ▬▬▬▬Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/fabien.matte/Linkedin : https://www.linkedin.com/in/fabienmatte/RDV 30mn : https://calendly.com/fabien-matte/30-minutes▬▬▬▬ MES CONTENUS VIDEOS ▬▬▬▬https://linktr.ee/fabien_matte Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

This episode we talk PlayStation partnering with JJ Abrams game studio for what sounds like a Left 4 Dead style game, Capcom going back to Dead Rising's roots with a new title, whether players tend to prefer Sony's recent sequels to the games that preceded them or not, and look at how many games we played this year that didn't release this year! Join us! New episodes posts every Wednesday at 12PM CST/10AM PST! This show is possible thanks to the support of our Patrons. Consider becoming one today at https://www.patreon.com/nartech JOIN OUR DISCORD! Get in on the action and discuss all things PlayStation and gaming with fellow fans. It's the perfect place to talk games, music, movies, and of course the podcast! https://discord.gg/cEvKzqm Email/Tweet us your thoughts & suggestions: X (formerly Twitter): https://www.twitter.com/TriangleSqrd Email: trianglesquaredpodcast@gmail.com PSN ID's: Add us! Brett - Chaimera086, Chris - Figz21k ------------------------------------- 0:00 - What We've Been Playing 2:31 - Satisfactory Mixes Sim Builder w/ Survival 8:49 - Arc Raiders Balancing Player Expectations 24:38 - A PVE Only Extraction Shooter? 33:18 - First Berserker: Khazan Brings Story Focus w/ Soulslike Difficulty 42:43 - Brett's Platinum Run to #250 58:50 - Chris Plays MGS4 1:16:54 - Community's Take: PlayStation's Recent Sequels 1:50:19 - PlayStation Partner with Bad Robot Games 2:02:31 - New Dead Rising Going Back to Roots? 2:07:08 - Question: Older Games We Played This Year? 2:14:58 - Question: Most Anticipated Game for 2026? -------------------------------------

Sam and Kristie are back to spread some more holiday joy and talk about off-seasons' past. Plus, Sam does her best Bruce Springsteen impression and Kristie has another wedding update!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Longevity, Cash PT, and the $8 Trillion Opportunity You Can't Ignore In this episode, Doc Danny Matta breaks down why the global shift toward longevity is one of the biggest opportunities cash-based physical therapists will see in their careers. He shares real-world examples from high-end longevity models, explains why proactive, long-term health programming is exploding, and shows how cash PTs are uniquely positioned to lead this space. Quick Ask If this episode gets your wheels turning about longevity and long-term care, share it with another clinician who needs to hear it—and tag @dannymattaPT so he can reshare it. Episode Summary Patient experience as an edge: While competitors step out mid-session to finish notes, you can stay fully engaged by using Clair, an AI scribe that handles documentation instantly. Operational advantage: Clair gives you more time for follow-ups, planning, and patient touchpoints—leading to better retention and more efficient operations. Danny's background: Staff PT, active duty military PT, cash practice founder, seller, and now founder of PT Biz, which has helped 1,000+ clinicians start, grow, and scale their own cash practices. The longevity trend: Patients are realizing they'll live longer and want to be proactive, not reactive, about their health and performance. 10x-style models: Peter Attia's "10x"/10 Squared-type gym in Austin employs performance clinicians doing assessments, hands-on care, and programming over months and years at premium pricing. Equinox Longevity: Equinox launched a longevity offering priced around $35,000–$45,000 per year, combining assessments, bloodwork, training, and bodywork. Market validation: Big brands like Equinox don't roll out programs like this without deep market research—there is clear demand. The $8 trillion forecast: A UBS report projects the global longevity market could reach roughly $8 trillion by 2030. High continuity, low volume: Danny's friend running a longevity-focused model only needs ~30–40 new patients per year because clients stay for years. LTV over churn: With long-term, continuity-based care, you don't need a constant flood of new patients—you need strong retention and deep relationships. What these programs include: Long-term programming, movement and performance assessments, VO2 max testing, force plate work, blood panel interpretation, and lifestyle coaching around sleep, nutrition, and stress. Why cash PT is perfect for this: No insurance rules; you can spend an hour on sleep, stress, or habit coaching if that's what the patient needs. Visual differentiation: Cash clinics often look and feel like a high-performance lab or gym—nothing like a crowded hospital outpatient clinic. Community and referrals: Patients in long-term programs naturally talk about what they're doing and pull friends and family into your ecosystem. Tech as a differentiator: Tools like force plates, VO2 testing, structured assessments, and periodic retests make progress visible and drive buy-in. Standardizing longevity in cash PT: Danny sees longevity as a pillar every successful cash practice will eventually integrate in some form. Not one-size-fits-all: You can build your own version—solo, with a functional medicine group, or as part of a broader performance ecosystem. Lessons & Takeaways Longevity is a macro trend: People know they're going to live longer and want to invest in staying active, capable, and independent. Continuity beats volume: A few dozen long-term clients can support a strong business if they stay with you for years. Cash PT has structural advantages: You're not limited by insurance codes, visit caps, or what a payer thinks is "medically necessary." Data builds trust: Objective testing plus retesting makes progress real and keeps clients engaged. Longevity is "sticky" business: Once people see value in long-term health, they're less price sensitive and more loyal. Early adopters benefit most: Clinics that build longevity offerings now get ahead of a trend that large systems are just starting to chase. Mindset & Motivation Think in decades, not visits: Stop viewing patients as "10-visit plans" and start thinking in 5–10 year relationships. See yourself as a guide, not a fixer: You're not just solving pain—you're guiding someone's health span and performance over time. Health is real wealth: For your patients and for you—longevity work aligns your business model with what truly matters. Don't wait for permission: You don't need a big brand or hospital system to validate this for you; the demand already exists. Pro Tips for Clinic Owners Start with what you know: Build a simple longevity track around your existing strengths: strength, mobility, running, or performance. Add one objective test: Integrate VO2 testing, force plate jumps, or standardized movement screens with baseline + retest cycles. Layer in basic lifestyle coaching: Learn enough about sleep, stress, and nutrition to guide your patients or partner with someone who can. Use tech wisely: Don't buy everything at once—choose tools you'll actually use and that support your specific model. Leverage an AI scribe: Implement Clair so documentation doesn't steal time from long, relationship-based care. Notable Quotes "People are realizing they're going to live longer—and they want to be proactive, not reactive." "If a giant like Equinox is rolling out a $40,000-a-year longevity program, they've done the research. The demand is there." "My buddy needs 30 to 40 new patients a year. That's it. What game do you want to play?" "Cash-based PTs are uniquely positioned to capitalize on this trend—we're not handcuffed by insurance." "Health is real wealth. If you're not healthy, it doesn't matter how much money you have." Action Items Audit your current services: where could you naturally extend into long-term, proactive care? Sketch a simple 6–12 month "longevity track" for your ideal client, including assessments and retests. Identify one piece of tech or testing you could add to make your results more objective and compelling. Look for local partners (functional medicine, labs, coaches) who could complement your skill set. Consider using Clair to free up time so you can deepen relationships instead of chasing notes. Programs Mentioned PT Biz Part-Time to Full-Time 5-Day Challenge (Free): Learn exactly how much income you need to replace, how many people you need to see, and the specific strategies to go from side hustle to full-time practice owner. Join here. Resources & Links PT Biz Website Free 5-Day PT Biz Challenge MeetClair AI — Free 7-day trial for PTs About the Host: Doc Danny Matta — physical therapist, entrepreneur, and founder of PT Biz and Athlete's Potential. He's helped over 1,000 clinicians start, grow, scale, and sometimes sell their cash practices, and he's passionate about helping PTs build businesses that support long-term health and real financial freedom.

No team is prettier in pink than Australia; victorious in 12 of 13 Test matches in this format. Why are they so strong and how will England seek to counter that to level the Ashes? We pull apart likely tactics to understand how both sides will approach the pink Test at the traditional Australian fortress of the GABBA. Featured: Alex Malcolm, journalist, Cricinfo. UPDATE: post release Usman Khawaja was ruled out of Australia's team. Head to the ABC news website for full details.Subscribe to the ABC Sport Newsletter

A very brief podcast giving everyone an update on the state of Powers Squared at this point in 2025. Music: Andre Jetson - Bipolar (Original Mix)

In a rapid fire episode, Mario and Chandler cover not one, not two, but three vehicles! The Harrier Heavy Hovertank, the LBX Carrier, and the Daimyo Command Vehicle! Edited by: Chandler Reller Patreon https://linktr.ee/uroboros_of_old Email: ontheoriginofbattlemechs@gmail.com Student Patrons: Harris Hoffman, Squared, Andrew B, Mario, Paladin58, and Phaz Ace Pilots: John Keith III

Send us a textWhat happens when your phone rings and no one picks up? For law firms, it could mean a lost client, a missed deadline, or a reputation hit that's hard to repair. That's why answering services matter—and why Jessica Volker is passionate about doing them differently.As Director of Business Development at Responsive Answering Service, Jessica helps law firms strengthen client trust by going beyond the basics. In this episode, we discuss how Responsive's mission to elevate customer service plays out in real time, the difference between answering a call and truly connecting, and why creating an exceptional client experience is a game-changer for firm growth.If you're ready to rethink the way your firm handles calls, this episode will show you how answering services can take you the extra mile.Ways to Connect with Jess: Site: https://responsiveanswering.com/ Schedule a call: https://calendar.app.google/i4c9Bgph6YRwZpfS7 Welcome to Let's Talk Paralegal—where the legal industry gets real. I'm your host, Eda Rosa, legal consultant, speaker, and founder of the Eda Rosa LLC & the Limitless Paralegal Academy.This isn't your stuffy legal studies school lecture. We're talking mindset, money, modern workflows, and how to build a career—and a life—you don't need a vacation from.Let's cut the fluff, raise the bar, and change the game… one conversation at a time.If you like what you Hey legal pros, are you ready to stop playing small?The Limitless Paralegal Academy is officially open—offering powerhouse courses, real-world tools, and expert-led training to help you build the career (and life) you actually want.And we're not stopping there...

Live from Money Rails by Polygon at Devconnect 2025.    00:00 Introduction to Boys Club Live at Devconnect 00:41 Setting the Scene: Dev Connect and Money Rails 02:48 Draft Tweets: A Fun Warm-Up 05:50 Shoutouts and Event Highlights 10:23 Exploring Argentina 15:44 Trending Topics at Devconnect 25:17 Interview with Sandeep Nailwal of Polygon 38:03 Polygon's Network Effects and Scalability 39:11 Real-World Utility and Daily Active Users 40:32 Big Announcements: Revolut and MasterCard 42:06 Shill Minute: Meditation and Spirituality 46:05 Interview with William Duran from Minto 46:40 The Importance of Local Stablecoins 52:59 Regulatory Environment in Latin America 01:08:34 Interview with Patrick Kearney from Relay 01:17:30 Reflecting on the Journey 01:17:50 Challenges and Security in Bridging 01:18:36 Popular Swaps and Trends 01:19:37 The Shill Minute: DJs 01:23:13 Phishing Scams and Security Tips 01:26:55 Upcoming Event and Networking 01:29:45 Interview with Grigore Rosu from Pi Squared 01:48:37 Conclusion and Farewell

This episode we look at fans bringing Concord back from the grave with custom servers and Sony potentially not wanting that, the Horizon MMO announcement surprisingly skipping a PlayStation console version in favor of PC/Mobile, talk Arc Raiders recent controversies and praises, if Arc Raiders success gives a good feeling about PlayStations rocky Fairgames, and talk a little about our thoughts on the Game Awards! Join us!New episodes posts every Wednesday at 12PM CST/10AM PST! This show is possible thanks to the support of our Patrons. Consider becoming one today at https://www.patreon.com/nartechJOIN OUR DISCORD! Get in on the action and discuss all things PlayStation and gaming with fellow fans. It's the perfect place to talk games, music, movies, and of course the podcast! https://discord.gg/cEvKzqmEmail/Tweet us your thoughts & suggestions: X (formerly Twitter): https://www.twitter.com/TriangleSqrd Email: trianglesquaredpodcast@gmail.comPSN ID's: Add us! Brett - Chaimera086, Chris - Figz21k-------------------------------------0:00 - Intro3:52 - Americans vs. Brits Gaming Competition15:25 - Dispatch: Great Story, Questionable Game23:05 - Ball x Pitt Is Solid Arcade Fun27:44 - Brett Joins the Stardew Valley Platinum Club32:18 - Chris Has Fallen for Metal Gear Solid39:50 - Metal Gear Solid Spoilers47:28 - Titan Souls is a Challenging Platinum51:50 - Ghost of Yotei Is a Great Sequel w/ Some Problems1:07:44 - Arc Raiders & Sony's Upcoming GAAS1:38:21 - Community's Take: What Lost Xbox The "Console War"?1:54:25 - The Game Awards Nominees Announced2:08:10 - Concord Back from the Dead2:15:48 - Horizon MMO Not on PS5?2:19:43 - State of Play Japan Brings Announcements2:23:39 - Question: Uncharted Golden Abyss PS5 Port?2:28:26 - Question: Milestone Platinums?-------------------------------------

Et si la vraie réussite, c'était simplement d'apprendre à choisir sa vie ?Dans cet épisode, Sonia Zarbatany dévoile sans filtre comment elle a construit une vie sur-mesure : une vie pensée, décidée, assumée… loin des modèles imposés et des cases dans lesquelles on voudrait la faire entrer.Sonia partage sa méthode : définir sa propre vision du bonheur, créer l'environnement qui te soutient, apprendre à dire non, accepter les saisons de ta vie, déléguer ce qui t'épuise, protéger ce qui compte vraiment. Rien n'est laissé au hasard : routines, entourage, business, famille, énergie… tout est intentionnel.On parle de comment aligner ambition, vie perso et aspirations profondes — sans culpabilité et sans s'excuser d'être soi.Tu vas aussi découvrir :sa façon de transformer la peur en excitation et d'aller chercher les choses que « les autres ne sont pas prêts à faire »sa vision de l'excellence : faire peu de choses, mais les faire au très haut niveausa lecture très cash du marché français : pourquoi le niveau d'exigence est trop bas… et comment toi, tu peux te détacher du lot.Si tu sens que ta vie actuelle ne te ressemble pas complètement, que tu avances parfois en mode “pilotage automatique”, ou que tu veux enfin créer un quotidien — et une entreprise — qui te portent, cet épisode va t'aider à remettre de l'intentionnalité dans ce que tu construis.À propos de SquaredOn crée des masterminds et des rencontres pour les entrepreneurs qui veulent jouer plus grand, en les mettant en contact avec des modèles aussi inspirants que Sonia.

‘Sup Mewniverse. Sam and Kristie are back this week to share some dentist drama. Be honest, do you floss? Plus Kristie opens up about navigating her pregnancy journey as a professional athlete and the one and only Sam Kerr weighs in on if Kristie is being a Bridezilla.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In this episode I sit down with Grigore Roșu (Grigore Rosu), former NASA researcher and computer‑science professor, now building the Pi Squared Network. We dive into what Web3 really means (hint: it isn't just blockchains). Grigore explains why the conventional blockchain model is inefficient, how his team is creating a parallel settlement network that scales, and what this could mean for everything from payments to gaming to AI‑agent economies. Whether you're a founder, developer, or curious about the next wave of crypto infrastructure—you'll get fresh insights plus a roadmap of what's coming next.Key Learnings[00:00:00] The common idea that Web3 = blockchain is flawed — blockchains are one implementation, not the only way.[00:05:00] How good academic ideas at university can migrate into startup innovations (Rosu's lab → Runtime Verification → Pi Squared).[00:06:00] The core scalability problem in Web3: transaction throughput and cost. Why traditional chains struggle.[00:08:00] The paradigm shift: dropping “total order” of transactions across the network and moving to parallel, independent settlement.[00:09:00] How the original blockchain design (chain + blocks + ordering) addressed double‑spending, but introduces a scalability ceiling.[00:12:00] The potential: with massive parallelism, transaction cost could fall to “a hundredth of a cent” and throughput could reach millions per second.[00:15:00] What this means for layers: If the infrastructure supports massive parallelism, the whole stack changes (Layer 1, Layer 2, app chains).[00:21:00] Why the language ecosystem matters: restrictive smart‑contract languages (e.g., Solidity) limit developer adoption.[00:30:00] Why it's taken a decade for this to shift: new scientific results, protocol research, and building the infrastructure take time.[00:36:00] Pi  Squared's roadmap: upcoming network launch, opening to validators, then expanding languages, reaching decentralization at scale.[00:40:00] The “north star” metric: 1 million organic transactions per second. Makes everything else fall into place.[00:43:00] Real use‑cases unlocked: Web3 gaming, AI agents interacting at speed, truly low‑cost settlement for mass‑market.DisclaimerNothing mentioned in this podcast is investment advice and please do your own research. It would mean a lot if you can leave a review of this podcast on Apple Podcasts or Spotify and share this podcast with a friend.Connecthttps://x.com/Pi_Squared_Pi2https://www.linkedin.com/company/pi-squared-inc/posts/https://pi2.network/Be a guest on the podcast or contact us – https://www.web3pod.xyz/

Hour 4 of the Wednesday Bob Rose Show, including the City of Trenton deciding to rely on the Gilchrist County Sheriff's Office for law enforcement. The city disbanded the Trenton Police in favor of funding local roads. Residents are fortunate that a high-quality Sheriff Bobby Schultz has them covered. Plus, the morning's biggest news stories for 11-12-25

You might want to think of this totally gonzo episode as the 3WHH-Squared, as it was taped live during happy hour Friday night in a very noisy Washington Hilton Hotel at the annual conference of the Federalist Society, where John and I are present and making a general nuisance of ourselves. Lucretia was supposed to […]

You might want to think of this totally gonzo episode as the 3WHH-Squared, as it was taped live during happy hour Friday night in a very noisy Washington Hilton Hotel at the annual conference of the Federalist Society, where John and I are present and making a general nuisance of ourselves. Lucretia was supposed to be in Hawaii this week on some kind of junket or super-secret mission, but the government shutdown interposed itself.) As we did last year, we simply invited a handful of legal luminaries to drop by our not-so-quiet corner, with cocktails in hand, to kick around whatever is on our mind. We were delighted to have Judge William Pryor of the 11th Circuit Court of Appeals drop by briefly before having to run off to host a dinner for his clerks; Roger Pilon, long-time director of constitutional studies at the Cato Institute, hung around to heckle everyone; Ilan Wurman, one of the rising young stars of the conservative legal academy, fell into our snare as well, and Hadley Arkes, who needs no introduction here. (Would any such gathering be complete without Hadley dropping by? To ask the question is to answer it, of course, as any disquisition on necessary truths from Aristotle to Kant would know.)The highlight of this gaggle was Akhil Reed Amar, Sterling Professor of Law and Political Science at Yale University (and one of John's principal mentors at Yale Law way back when, which may explain a few things), to talk about his brand new and highly readable book, Born Equal: Remaking America's Constitution, 1840-1920. Since we were recording out in the open at the Washington Hilton, this episode is a bit . . . authentic, to so speak. We ask the indulgence of listeners to its many irregularities.

It's November which means Sam and Kristie are in full holiday cheer mode. How early is too early for Christmas decor? Asking for a friend. Plus, NWSL playoff memories and a wedding update!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Welcome to another Market Dominance Guys episode, and today we're trying something completely different. What happens when you spend four hours in a studio recording sales training content, and then someone creates an AI version of you? Well, you're about to find out. Our Chris Beall recently worked with Alex Kutsishin from myfuel.io to create AI-powered training experiences. The result? An AI Chris that sounds remarkably like the real thing – maybe a younger version – and knows everything Chris teaches about cold calling, market dominance, and the psychology of trust. In this experimental episode, the real Chris interviews his AI counterpart, diving into First to Converse principles, list-building strategies, and how to master the emotional journey of cold calling. It's enlightening, it's creative, and yes, it's a little weird hearing Chris talk to himself. But it showcases an efficient new way for sales teams and enterprises to access expert training 24/7. Let's listen in as human meets algorithm in the pursuit of sales excellence. Alex Kutsishin, Chief Executive Officer Alex Kutsishin is co-founder and CEO of FUEL !nc, the world's first Performance-as-a-Service platform for sales teams and leadership designed to redefine business education and performance standards. With an entrepreneurial spirit evident since his youth, he has co-founded ten companies — from pioneering medical offices in Washington, D.C. to introducing the first American-based low-code, no-code platform for custom mobile websites. Kutsishin has won numerous awards, including EY Entrepreneur of the Year.

This episode we're joined by Davey from ⁨In PS We Trust⁩ ! We talk Sony possibly playing around with optimizing their games for lower power hardware and why people think this is for a PlayStation handheld, Microsoft potentially removing the paywall for online play, Crash Bandicoot gracing our screens again with an animated series, Halo FINALLY coming to PlayStation, and Sony bowing out of purchasing Warner Bros. Discovery! New episodes posts every Wednesday at 12PM CST/10AM PST! This show is possible thanks to the support of our Patrons. Consider becoming one today at https://www.patreon.com/nartech JOIN OUR DISCORD! Get in on the action and discuss all things PlayStation and gaming with fellow fans. It's the perfect place to talk games, music, movies, and of course the podcast! https://discord.gg/cEvKzqm Email/Tweet us your thoughts & suggestions: X (formerly Twitter): https://www.twitter.com/TriangleSqrd Email: trianglesquaredpodcast@gmail.com PSN ID's: Add us! Brett - Chaimera086, Chris - Figz21k ------------------------------------- 0:00 - Welcome Davey to the Show! 6:35 - Question: Will We Play Kingdom Come Deliverance 2? 18:06 - Gaming w/ Changing Responsibilities 34:06 - PlayStation Gamble on Games From New Markets 44:20 - Cronos Pros & Cons in Survival Horror 1:14:03 - Sword of the Sea is Short but Sweet 1:24:53 - Your Vita Should Be Modded in 2025 1:33:05 - Competing in Mobile Games w/ non-Gamer Partners 1:42:17 - Has Davey Played RuneScape? 1:58:05 - Brett's EARLY Hours w/ Ghost of Yotei 2:27:07 - Sound Shapes Is Simple Fun 2:33:48 - Community's Take: Future Handheld Preference 2:58:31 - What is PS5 Power Save Mode For? 3:08:26 - PS Portal Looking to Stream Games w/o Console 3:12:46 - Xbox Removing Paywall for Online Play? 3:26:47 - Crash Bandicoot Animated Series 3:34:15 - Davey's Experience w/ PlayStation Move 3:42:44 - Halo Hits PlayStation & Xbox Say Exclusives Are Antiquated? 4:14:50 - Sony NOT Interested in Acquiring Warner Bros. 4:25:50 - Question: Could Open World Twisted Metal Work? 4:41:05 - Question: Personal Limit to AI Made Games? -------------------------------------

In this high-stakes episode of Hardcore Penn State Football, we ramp up the intensity just days before the Nittany Lions face off against the top-ranked Buckeyes in a classic Big Ten showdown! Friend of the pod and Altoona native, Cory Giger accompanies him. We kick things off by answering your top fan bold predictions—covering everything from injury reports and lineup tweaks to coaching hot takes and season outlooks as Penn State sits at 3-4 heading into this pivotal matchup. Next, our in-depth Ohio State preview: We dissect the undefeated 7-0 Buckeyes' explosive offense led by their star quarterback, their lockdown defense, key player matchups, and strategic vulnerabilities the Lions could exploit in Columbus on November 1st at Ohio Stadium. Finally, our fearless predictions for Ohio State vs. Penn State—will the underdog Nittany Lions pull off a monumental upset against No. 1 Ohio State, or will the Buckeyes roll to another victory? We break down scores, game-changers, and bold calls.Join hosts Cory Lestochi and Cory Giger for raw breakdowns, heated discussions, and insider insights. Smash that subscribe button for more PSU coverage, like if you're riding with the Nittany Lions, and share your predictions in the comments! Visit rhettcoblentz.com for your graphic design needs! #WeAre #PennStateFootball #nittanylions WEEK 10 PICK'EM: https://forms.gle/Py7UEx72qxXvdA7f7

JM is BACK - and Dave goes SPIDEY CRAZY! Signal of Doom was voted #13 in the Top 100 Comic Book Podcasts on Feedspot! Check it OUT! https://podcast.feedspot.com/comic_podcasts Please support the show on Patreon! Every dollar helps the show! https://www.patreon.com/SignalofDoom Follow us on Twitter: @signalofdoom Dredd or Dead: @OrDredd Legion Outpost: @legionoutpost

New episodes posts every Wednesday at 12PM CST/10AM PST!This show is possible thanks to the support of our Patrons. Consider becoming one today at https://www.patreon.com/nartechJOIN OUR DISCORD! Get in on the action and discuss all things PlayStation and gaming with fellow fans. It's the perfect place to talk games, music, movies, and of course the podcast! https://discord.gg/cEvKzqmTwitch: https://www.twitch.tv/nartechgamingEmail/Tweet us your thoughts & suggestions: X (formerly Twitter): https://www.twitter.com/TriangleSqrd Email: trianglesquaredpodcast@gmail.comPSN ID's: Add us! Brett - Chaimera086, Sol - MeteoricDemise, Chris - Figz21k------------------------------------- 0:00 - What We've Been Playing 2:25 - Ball x Pit is Vampire Survivors Meets Brick Breaker 13:58 - Brett Revisits Jak & Daxter 16:25 - Battlefield 6 & Community in Online Games 32:36 - Finally Rolling Credits on Tainted Grail 39:35 - Chris is Lulled Back Into Stardew Valley 1:06:26 - Are PlayStation's Games All Telling The Same Story? 1:11:11 - Trophy Competition Bonus Points Announcement 1:19:10 - PS Plus This Month is Banging 1:26:44 - Bluepoint Games Hiring & Sony's Slower Output This Gen 1:49:08 - Would Sucker Punch ACTAULLY Return to Sly Next? 2:06:30 - Question: One Year of PS5 Pro... Worth It? 2:16:50 - Next-Gen and Power vs. Price -------------------------------------

Sam and Kristie look back on the pressure of USWNT camp and their time playing on the national team with legends like Alyssa Naeher. Plus, wedding updates! Jagger updates! And beauty tips! The Mewniverse has it all. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Hello, everyone! Well, we have a great show for you today. Some Guy in Austin and I have so much to discuss, and most of it revolves around Nicholle and if she is THE WORST. Spoiler alert: I think she might be. In this episode, you will learn so much about fair foods, Real Housewives, the Cardinal Rule of Bachelor Nation, and if lemon-based desserts are superior to all others. Oh, and we talk about The Golden Bachelor, too.

Welcome back to the Mewniverse! The girls hit up Oktoberfest last week and want to tell you all about it (a souvenir stand hates to see them coming). And in honor of the U17 World Cup kicking off next week, Sam and Kristie talk about their early days on the youth national team, the dynamics of having each other in the training environment, and missing so many major life events. Plus, Kristie shares the story of when Sam Kerr proposed!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

It is your destiny to fill your deer tags. On this weeks episode Joe " The Boogieman" Allera breaks down QUANTUM SQUARED for the 2025 whitetail deer season.  Thanks for listening! DEER HUNTER SYNTHETICS SCENTS AND LURES DEER HUNTER GEAR CAMO COMPANY SPARTAN FORGE AI MAPPING : CODE DEERHUNTER20 VITALIZE SEED LATITUDE OUTDOORS FACEOFF HUNTING E BIKES BLACKGATE CAMERAS : CODE DEERHUNTER10 DEER HUNTER EXPERIENCE YOUTUBE DEERHUNTERPODCAST.COM

Sam and Kristie kick are just two meat and potatoes gals who grew up in small town in Massachusetts, followed their dream of playing for the USWNT, and now have a podcast! Episode 1 kicks off with stories of how they fell in love with soccer, being each other's first teammate, competitive Easter egg hunts, and their dog Chaela (yes that's really how it's spelled). Welcome to the Mewniverse!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Lurking in the deep, dark depths of Tubi, we found an ultra-low-budget, gender-swapped rip-off of Get Out... with Eric Roberts in the Bradley Whitford role. You are not prepared for WOKE (2024). PLUS: The Jimmy Kimmel scandal gives us renewed reason to ask: is politics downstream from culture? Join us on Patreon for an extra episode every month - https://www.patreon.com/michaelandus