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A new home. Based on a post by CorruptingPower, in 25 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Chapter 4 Three days later, the calendar claimed it was a Saturday, but at that point, Andy wasn't sure any of them really knew. During the evening after dinner every day for the past three days, Lily and Eric had retreated to Eric's room immediately as soon as dishes were in the dishwasher, and Andy and Aisling were in Andy's room not long after. The walls between the two bedrooms were thankfully fairly thick, and each room was generating enough noise to drown the other out if there had been any spillover. If anything, Andy actually felt a little sore. Aisling hadn't been lying about fucking him thin. Each day had been a new and interesting work out, and she'd been true to her word “ he hadn't gone to sleep without giving her at least one load for the day. They'd also spent a bunch of time all getting to know one another. Andy knew within just a few minutes that Lily was a good match for Eric “ she knew exactly how much to push him around and how much to let him get his way. Aisling also seemed an ideal match for Andy, and they'd spent much of the Saturday upstairs just in bed, cuddled up watching movies on the television in his room. Late in the afternoon, Andy had starting making dinner for the four of them when a knock came at the door. Aisling was in the living room talking with Lily while Eric has helping him by chopping vegetables. "Who is it, Ash?" Aisling picked through the peephole then opened the door. "Looks like you should make that for five," she called back. "Delivery for Andrew Rook?" a man inside a bio hazard suit said, holding out a tablet. A woman stood next to him, dressed much as Aisling and Lily had been when they'd showed up. "I'm Aisling Blake, his partner," she said. "It okay if I sign?" The man glanced down at his tablet, frowned at it, clicked a few things, then nodded. "Sure, looks like that's okay. Sign here." Aisling took her fingertip and scrawled her name on it, as the woman moved into the room and started heading up the stairs, carrying her little roller suitcase with her. "The door on the left!" Aisling called up. "I'll be up in just a second!" She turned back to the man with a broad smile. "Anything else?" "Nah, I'll be back again soon enough," he said, and Aisling closed the door behind him, turning the deadbolt to lock it. "I'm going to go up and talk to her, Andy, so just hang out for a bit down here, okay?" "I'm cooking anyway, Ash, it's fine." Andy hadn't even gotten a glance at the new woman, but his curiosity was certainly getting the better of him. Still, he also found himself more than a little nervous. Aisling darted upstairs and then a few seconds later, he heard his bedroom door close again. "You've been kicked out of your own room again," Eric teased. "Meh, it's not even my room anymore." "Oh get over yourself," Lily said. They all knew she was joking, even as dry as her humor was. Ten minutes later, dinner was close to done, and Andy was tempted to call upstairs to her when Aisling came down the stairs alone. "Is she not joining us?" Andy asked. Aisling shook her head, and Andy could hear the sound of the shower turning on in his bathroom. "She's already eaten, so she's going to take a shower. After dinner, I'll bring you up to the room." "What's her name?" "Lauren," Aisling said. "You going to tell me anything else about her?" "Nah," Aisling grinned. "So how's the new girl?" Lily said as Aisling moved to sit at the table while Andy went to dish out his cooking “ a spicy chili over rice “ into four bowls before putting the fifth bowl back into the cupboard. "New," Aisling said. "Oh come on, Ash," Eric said. "Surely you can tell us more than that." "Of course I can, but I'm not going to, and don't call me Shirley." For the next few minutes, Lily and Eric peppered her with questions, but Aisling dodged them before she finally just rolled her eyes and stared at them. "You can make your own mind up about her tomorrow, alright? Let her tell you about her rather than me. Now can we talk about something else?" After dinner, Lily and Eric had agreed to clear up the dishes and get them into the dishwasher, so Andy could go upstairs and meet his next partner. Andy was more than a little nervous as Aisling took him upstairs. His own bedroom door was closed and as they stood outside of it, Aisling moved to stand between him and it. "Look, Andy, do you trust me?" He cocked his head to one side then nodded. "Of course, Ash. Why?" "Then just go with me on this, okay?" She reached into her pocket and pulled out a blindfold. "Put this on." "Are you serious?" Andy looked down at the blindfold as she handed it to him. "Really?" "Please trust me?" Andy sighed, his shoulders slumped a little bit. "Alright. Alright." He lifted the blindfold up and put it over his eyes. "I feel a bit silly." "It'll all make sense tomorrow, I promise," she said as she made sure the blindfold was covering his eyes properly so he couldn't see at all. "Wait, tomorrow?" "Daddy," she said again, this time a bit more comfortingly. "Trust me." "Ok, Ash. Don't let me regret it." "You won't," she said, as Andy can hear her opening the door to his bedroom. She pushes him gently into the room, stepping with him, closing the door behind them. His room wasn't very empty, so he knew he had to watch his step. Move too far forward and he'd his a bookcase, or his armchair over in the corner next to his electric guitar and his arm. "Okay, now step back and lean your back against the door." Andy took a few steps back and felt his back press into the door, as he felt a hand smoothing along his chest. He thought it was Aisling's, but he couldn't be sure. "Hello, I'm Andy," he said, hoping there was someone else in the room besides him and Aisling. "Shhhh, don't say anything, Daddy," Aisling whispered into his ear. "Just listen, and feel." He could hear the sound of Aisling moving, and felt her hand on his waist, unbuttoning his jeans. "You're going to learn to love this," he heard her say, although he was fairly certain she wasn't talking to him. He could hear the sound of Aisling getting down onto her knees, but he thought he heard a second set of knees hitting the carpet, as he felt a hand tugging his zipper down then reaching beneath his boxers to fish out his cock. As soon as it sprung free, he heard a gasp and then Aisling giggling. "Go on, taste it," she said. "There's a droplet there waiting just for you." Andy felt a tongue lash against the tip of his cock for a second before pulling back, an unfamiliar throaty moan erupting from somewhere beneath him. Aisling giggled again. "Give her just a second, Andy." "Take all the time you need." After a minute or so, Aisling's voice cut through the darkness again. "Well, if you're not going to,” And he felt Aisling's mouth, or at least he thought it was Aisling's mouth, wrap around his cock once more and push down until her lips were wrapped around the base of it, holding there for a long moment before pulling back again. "At least one of us is gonna be an eager little slut, and if you're not gonna " She was in the middle of the word when Andy felt another mouth pushing down hard onto his cock, lodging it right into the back of her throat before coughing a little, drawing back, gasping for air. He started to reach forward, but he felt a hand on his wrist. "No no, Daddy," Aisling's voice said. "Let your new slut work." Not being able to see was heightening his other senses, putting them into overdrive. And yet, even as he felt her mouth sliding up and down his cock, he couldn't tell anything about this new girl who had entered his life. Anything other than the fact she loved his cock. "She's thirsty, daddy," Aisling purred up at him. "You can't see her, but I can, and she's giving you such sloppy head, I think she's desperately trying to get you to cum for her." "I'm not far off," Andy admitted. "One second then," Aisling said as she pulled Lauren back for a moment. She whispered something to the other girl, and then they both moved for a second, and he could hear the sound of one of them getting onto the bed. Then he felt a pair of hands on his hips, pulling him forward. "C'mere, you're going to fuck her face, daddy." "I'm going to what?" he said, as he slowly shimmied forward until he felt like he was near the edge of his bed. He felt a hand around the base of his cock, as Aisling stood behind him, and she moved him around a bit, then her hips pushed forward against his ass, forcing him to thrust into an open mouth that groaned eagerly around him. He tried to pull back a bit, but Aisling pushed him forward until he felt his balls brushing against what he thought was Lauren's nose. That meant, he assumed, she was on her back, maybe with her head hanging just off the edge of the bed. "That's it, daddy, feed her. Feed your newest slut a hot load of your cum. Claim her. Let her taste you." Aisling moaned into his ear. "This is so fucking hot, sir. But you gotta do it. She's yearning for it," she said as her hips moving with his pressed his cock in and out of the unseen girl's throat. "Make her your slut, daddy. Cum in that fucking throat,” Andy could feel Aisling's fingers closing around his balls as they drew up, and before he knew it, he was spurting a hot load of jizz into the throat of a woman he'd never even seen before. While his orgasm was strong, he could feel Lauren trembling beneath him like they were in the middle of an earthquake. The bed was jittering and he tried not to push forward or back until he felt Aisling's hands pulling him back a little bit. "God, this is such a fucking sexy image," Aisling said. "Now just wait here a moment, okay?" Andy nodded, and felt Aisling move around him before sliding up onto the bed. He could hear the sound of Aisling moving Lauren around on the bed. He also thought he could hear someone whispering the word "imprinting" over and over again very quietly. He remembered Aisling doing the same thing the first time she'd gotten a load of his cum inside of her. After a minute or two, Aisling slid off the bed again, and giggled, leaning up to kiss him for a moment. "I think you've earned a treat, Daddy, so give me just one minute more, okay?" "You're driving, Ash," he laughed. He could hear her opening the drawer she'd stored all her clothes in, even as she was stripping out of what she was currently wearing, tossing it into the clothes hamper. Then she pulled on whatever clothes she'd pulled out. Then he heard the sound of what sounded like a lotion bottle opening and then felt a cool liquid dripping onto his cock before the cap snapped back on. He felt her fingers sliding up and down his shaft, smearing the lotion onto his cock for a moment before her hands pulled away as she moved up onto the bed once more. "Okay, daddy, you can take off the blindfold now." Andy reached up and pulled off the blindfold and let his eyes adapt to his room, the lights set to low. On the far side of the bed, there was a body entirely covered by a sheet, which he assumed had to be Lauren. But his eyes only looked over there for a moment before turning to see Aisling in a Hogwarts outfit, on her hands and knees on the corner of the bed. "Let her rest, Andy. You've got to enjoy your treat now." Andy licked his lips as he reached down and pushed his jeans to his ankles before stepping out of them. "It's a hell of an outfit you're rocking there, Ash." She giggled again, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Oh, this is just for a laugh," she said. "No, your treat's something else entirely." "Oh is it?" he said pulling off his socks and his shirt before pushing his boxers down to the floor, then scooping all his clothes up to toss them into the hamper. "Then what is it?" "I've had your cum down my throat and up my cunt, but there's one hole that you haven't had a go at," she whispered. "That nobody's had a go at, other than me, of course. I've had fingers and toys up there, but I'm ready for the real thing." Her fingertips pulled on the skirt, tugging it up higher and higher until it exposed her ass. "Claim all of me, daddy." "Are you sure, Ash?" "Umm, am I not being explicit enough for you?" She brought her shoulders down to the bed as both hands reached behind her and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart. "I want you to take that thick cock of yours and shove it right up my virgin asshole, daddy. I wanna feel you butt-fucking my untouched hole until you toss a load up it and claim that last bit of me that no man's ever had a go at. So you truly fucking own every millimeter of me. I got it, and you, nice and slick. Just, just don't go too fast to start, okay?" "I'll stop the minute you tell me to." "Oh, I won't tell you to stop," she moaned. "Just pause for a second. Now let me fucking feel it already. Take my freckled ass for a fucking hard ride." Andy stepped up to the corner of the bed and rubbed the mushroom head of his cock along that crack, pressing it against that rosebud that she had indeed greased up well. "Don't hold your breath," Andy said, and pushed the tip of his cock through that ring. The moan that Aisling surged into the mattress was carnal, intense and almost overwhelming. Andy kept his hips steady, not giving her any more than that tip, even as he felt her asshole clenching a bit on his shaft, butterfly spasms. "Fuck that's so fucking big, it feels like you've got a telephone pole up me arse." "Want me to " "Give me more." "Are you" "Fucking more, goddamn it. It feels so fucking good, I fucking need it. Take my virgin ass and stuff it full, you motherfucker." Andy tried very hard not to laugh, and placed his hands on her hips, holding her steady, as he leaned forward while pulling her back, until his cock was nearly hilt deep in her ass. It felt ridiculously tight and hot, like a grasp around his cock. He kept his hips still at that point, just lodged up her as his hand smoothed along her back through the uniform. "In your own time, Ash." "So. Fucking. Full," she moaned. "Jaysis, I feel like such a whore. I fuckin' love it. Now plow me, you bastard. Give it t' me." His hips drew back, sliding most of that shaft out before thrusting forward again until his balls slapped against her cunt, feeling exactly how soaked she was. He held motionless a moment again before he repeated the motion. "Harder," she groaned. "What's that?" "Fuck my virgin ass harder, you beautiful boy," she whimpered. "Fuckin' use your bitch." He reached forward and his fingertips grasped a handful of her copper mane right by the root so he could pull her back up onto her hands, and he heard her squeal and felt her shiver as he did. "A bitch should be on all fours." "Fuck yes. Hammer me, daddy. Rail your slut in her virgin shit pipe until you've carved your fuckin' name into it." He started to piston pump in and out of her, knowing he wasn't going to last long. She was mercilessly tight, but after four or five thrusts, she was leaning back into him with as much force as he was drilling into her. "Do it, daddy," she moaned. "Give me my load, your slut needs it, she fucking needs it, daddy. Give her your cum so she knows who she belongs to, claim that fucking ass, oh god, jaysis jaysis jaysis., do it daddy, do it, do it, do it, do it, cum in my ass, cum!" At her coaxing, he relented and when his cock was slammed down to the base inside of her ass, his balls drew up and he started to spurt a hot load into her ass. The minute he did, he felt a splash of wetness against his balls and it took him half a second to realize she was squirting, a stream of liquid splattering against his nutsack and the corner of the bed. Her shoulders slumped back down against the sheets and she started to laugh, much more frantically than her normal giggle. "Omi god omi god omi fucking god, I fuckin' squirted," she said, gasping for air between shots of laughter. "I've never squirted before in me life. That was so fuckin' intense." Andy slipped his softening cock from her ass gingerly, as she rolled over and sat up on her knees, her hands grabbing his face so she could kiss him harder than he'd ever been kissed in his life. She held him there for a long minute before she pulled back just enough for their lips to part. "Thank you so fuckin' much, Andy," she purred at him. "Now let's hop through a quick shower and get to bed. You can meet Lauren tomorrow." "You okay?" he said, brushing a few rogue strands of her hair out of her face for her. "I wasn't too rough?" "I." Kiss. "Fucking." Kiss. "Loved." Kiss. "It." Kiss. "If it's ever too much I'll tell it, but I loved it. I fucking loved it." She blushed a little bit, her eyes closing before they opened again. "I love you, Andy." "I love you too, Ash," he said with a smile. "But let's get that shower. And you're the one who's sleeping with her feet in the wet spot." "Meanie," she giggled, as they headed towards the bathroom. Chapter 5 Not looking under the sheet was harder than it seemed, but after their shower, Aisling had made sure to put herself between him and the body concealed on the far side of the bed. She snuggled up firmly against him and made sure he didn't move too far over. At some point in the night, he must've been accidentally tugging on the blanket because he felt Aisling's fingers pulling his hand up and placing it back over her tits, a tiny little giggle burbling from her half-conscious lips. Andy drifted back off to sleep and slept through the night. In the morning, he was half awake when he heard two voices talking from the foot of the bed. "Does he always crack such a fat in the morning?" an unfamiliar voice said. "A lot of men often wake up hard," Aisling's voice said. "You want to touch him, don't you?" "God help me, I do," the other voice said again. "I really, really, really do." "Then go ahead." "I can hear you, you know," Andy said, reaching up to rub at his eyes. "Ah. Well good day Andy," the voice said. "I'm Lauren." He opened his eyes and sat up a little bit, looking down at the foot of his bed. To the right of his feet stood Aisling, completely naked. She had a huge smile on her face, her freckled hair hanging loose over her shoulders and down across her perky tits. To the left of his feet stood a huge woman. She wasn't heavy, but she was sizable, far taller than Aisling was, and more muscular. Not overly so, but fit, like an athlete. Statuesque. It was hard to gauge how big she was, but from his vantage point, and using Aisling as reference, Lauren had to be over six and a half feet tall. She was blonde, a long dark golden mane that hung over plump tits down to her waist. They were large full tits with very obvious tan lines. In fact, he could also see tan lines forming a mark where he imagined a bikini bottom normally was. She had a small triangle of dark blonde hair over her cunt, with her toned thighs pressed firmly together. One of her nipples had a barbell through it, a simple silver adornment. She also had a silver hoop through her navel. "Hope ya like the view," she said after what Andy felt like was far too long of him being silent. She was gorgeous, but she also looked nervous, maybe even shy, as her striking blue eyes looked down towards his feet. She was older than Aisling, maybe around Andy's age, in her mid-thirties. The accent implied she was Australian or from New Zealand, although it felt like it had faded a bit. "Don't just sit there silently, Andy," Aisling said, slapping one of his feet. "Say something." "You're absolutely stunning, Lauren." He pulled his legs back to sit up, making room for the two girls to get onto the bed. "Far too lovely to be saddled with a wreck like me." Lauren blushed a little as she moved to sit down. "Now don't say that. You're right handsome." "What was yesterday all about?" Andy said, as Aisling slid up further onto the bed. "I'm, uh,” "Go on, honey," Aisling said. "You can tell him." Lauren looked down, placing a hand on his thigh, before she drew in a deep breath and lifted her other hand up to push waves of blonde hair from her face, lifting her face to look up at him. "I've always identified as bisexual, but I've never been with a fella before, Andy. So while I told myself this is what I wanted, I was so afraid when I got here that I froze up." Andy frowned a little bit. "Lauren, if you don't want " Her fingers gripped firmly on his thigh, as she looked up at him, her eyes almost ablaze. "No. No, Andy. I do want. I so want. I'm just, I'm just nervous that I'll be bad at it. Or that you won't want me. I'm certainly not as young and pretty as Aisling is. I mean, just look at her. She goes alright, but I'm worried that I'm just a bit of a prawn." "Prawn?" "Y'know, a dog." Aisling shook her head. "She thinks she's what American cockheads call a butter face." "Oh god, Lauren," Andy said, putting his hand over hers on his thigh, squeezing it tenderly. "You're beautiful. Whatever man told you that you were ugly was out of his fucking mind, stupid and blind." Lauren smiled shyly, licking her lips a little bit. "You think?" "Jesus, Lauren," Andy laughed. "You're out of my league on the best of my days. I wouldn't blame you at all if you didn't want me." "I told Aisling I was nervous when I got here yesterday. I mean, I'd never gone a gobbie in me life, so I was worried that I'd damage yer tackle when I tried, but she told me,” Lauren trailed off for a moment. "She told me that I'd cum my brains out when I got me first load from ya, but I thought she was having a right laugh. And I didn't want you to see me all fidgety, so she said she'd blindfold you and I could take me time. She's a right keeper, that one is." Aisling placed her hand on Andy's other thigh and leaned over his legs, lifting her free hand up to Lauren's face, tipping her head up so she could press her lips against the giant beauty in a tender kiss, which started soft for just a second, then got heated quickly before pulling back. "And I was right, wasn't I? Wasn't the taste overwhelming?" "Crikey," Lauren whispered. "When he came in my mouth, I seized up like an ol' Buick. It was like every nerve in my body was lit on fire. I woke up this morning ready for my next fix." She glanced over at Aisling and smiled before looking back at Andy. "You don't mind me snogging your girl, do you?" Aisling reached over and poked Lauren on the thigh, as if prompting her for something. "Sorry, you don't mind, do you, sir?" The shiver that ran up Andy's spine had to be visible to both women. Their shared kiss only a foot or two over his cock had been one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. The word at the end only redoubled the sensation. "Ah, you two want to have a go at each other and I can leave you to it?" Lauren giggled, a mature laugh from a mature woman, as her hand moved a bit more up his thigh. "We had a bit of fun this morning before you woke up, sir, an' I don't imagine it'll be the last time, but I'm ready for the main course, if ya follow me." "He likes girls on top, so maybe you should just hop on," Aisling prompted. "That true, sir?" Lauren asked, sliding a little forward on the bed, one of her thighs moving across his thighs, straddling them, rubbing his cock with one hand near one of her thighs. "You want me on top?" "If you've never been with a man before, it might be best, so you can set the tempo and depth," Andy said. "I've been fucked before," Lauren said. "A rubber cock can't be that different than the real thing." Aisling started giggling furiously. "Oh, bless. You sweet, naive child. Let me help you to the new world." The redhead moved up on the bed behind Lauren, one hand reaching to grab her hip, the other reaching beneath her to grab Andy's cock, getting it lined up with the other woman's cunt. "Ready?" "It's not going to be that " With a sudden push of her hand, Aisling shoved Lauren's snatch down onto Andy's cock with one fluid motion. Lauren's head shot back, looking up at the ceiling, letting out a filthy, carnal moan, falling back against Aisling, who kept her propped up, her tits pressed against the taller woman's back while Lauren quaked like she was being electrocuted. The moan carried on for a long moment until Lauren sounded out of breath, and suddenly she gasped in another sudden inhale, one hand reaching behind her to grab a handful of Aisling's hair, the other smoothing across her own stomach. "Oh Fuck," Lauren babbled, "I was wrong, I was so bloody wrong, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I think I'm still fucking cumming,” "That's it" Aisling said, one of her hands still holding onto Lauren's hip, the other moving up to cup one of the woman's heavy tits in her slender fingertips. "I told you just putting it in was going to set you off." "It's not right, it's not fucking supposed to be like this," Lauren whimpered. "I'm Still fucking cumming shit,” Aisling smirked at Andy who was watching on with awe, feeling Lauren's snatch fluttering around his cock. "And to think, once you cum inside of her, it's going to hit her even harder, daddy." "Fuckin' hell, Ash," Lauren whined, "I don't think I can handle it. It's too much, it's too fucking much." The redhead pressed a kiss against the blonde's neck. "Either you're getting that load or I am," she whispered to her. "Because I'm not letting' it go to waste." "I'm not sure," she mumbled. "Then get off." Aisling started to pull up on Lauren's hips before Lauren grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her hand off her hip and brought it to her belly. "Changed your mind?" "I'm scared," Lauren said, "but I'm excited too. It gets better than that?" "So much better," Aisling giggled. "Daddy knows how to reward his sluts." "Is that what I am?" "Do you want to be?" Andy asked her. "You could just be one of my partners." Lauren's eyes finally rolled back down the back of her skull, turning those blue orbs down to look at him. "I want what you want." "No," Andy shook his head. "This is a decision you make yourself." The tall blonde bit her bottom lip nervously, looking down at Andy's chest before looking up at his eyes. "Say it. I want to see how it makes me feel." "Say what?" "That I'm, you know." Andy smirked a little bit. "If you can't say it, why should I?" She licked her lips, swallowing awkwardly. "Call me your slut." "Is that what you want, Lauren?" She paused then nodded. "I want to hear you say it." "Does it turn you on?" He reached a hand up to her face, lifting her chin a little. "The idea of being my slut?" Her body shivered hard for a long moment before she nodded again. "Say it again." "You're my slut, Lauren." It was almost like waves of pleasure ran through her at the sound of the words. "More." "No," Andy said. "Say it back to me." "Andy.,” she whined, like a child trying to get their parent to buy them a toy. "You say it, and I'll say it again." Lauren mumbled the words so low even Aisling couldn't hear them. "If I can't hear you, you daffy bitch, how do you expect Daddy to?" the redhead said. "I'm your slut," Lauren whispered. "Again," Aisling said, giving the piercing in Lauren's nipple a little turn. "God, I'm his slut." "Who's slut?" "Daddy's." "All together now." "God, daddy, I'm such a little slut for you," Lauren said, the dam finally breaking in her. "I'm your slut, sir. All yours. Can I be your slut?" "Of course you can, Lauren," Andy said with a soft smile. "You're my good girl, my surfer slut." Aisling's hand slid down and started to rub against Lauren's clit tenderly. Those fingertips brushed across that flesh as the blonde writhed on Andy's lap. "How good, keep doing that," Lauren pleaded. One of her hands smoothed along Andy's chest, while the other reached behind her to get lost in Aisling's coppery locks. "You can't wait to feel it, can you?" the redhead laughed. "I remember my first day., my first time, sitting where you're sitting, praying to get a load up inside of me. Thinking it couldn't possibly be as good as they were promising it would be." She leaned in to whispering into her ear. "But you know what? It is. And it's even better." Lauren was rolling her hips back and forth in his lap, trying to thrust down on him even harder. "I want it. I do want it. I need it. God, I must sound like a little junkie in need of a fix." , In a way, you are. We both are," Aisling said, kissing at Lauren's neck. "But if you want it, you've got to ask him for it." "Please, Andy, daddy, master, whatever the fuck you want to be called," Lauren begged. "I'll say anything, do anything, but you need to give it to me. Fill me up. Let me feel a man, my man, coming inside of my cunt for the first time. I want it, more than anything I've ever wanted in my life. Please? I need to know I'm yours. Cum in me. Cum." On that last word, all the resistance Andy had simply melted away, and his body let loose, spurting a load of hot jizz up inside of Lauren's throbbing cunt. She began to spasm and quake atop of him as she felt it before Aisling let the tall Aussie slump forward, laying atop Andy. It was at least a minute before Lauren made any noise at all, before an almost mouse squeak of a giggle purred from her throat against his neck, her face buried in the crook of it. "You okay, Lauren?" Andy said, his hand reaching up to stroke her hair as Aisling laid down next to them, nuzzling in against the other side of Andy's neck. "Oh my god, it's just like being mounted," Lauren said. "I feel warm from the inside out, and kinda dizzy. But it feels amazing." "Right?" Aisling said. "Was I right or was I right?" "Girl, I'm gonna be an addict for this man," Lauren purred. "You and me both, sister." After fifteen minutes or so, the three of them got up and took a shower together. Lauren was indeed taller than Andy was by several inches, not that he minded. He did think, however, he was going to need a bigger shower. Later that day he found out that Lauren was thirty five and she was originally from Sydney, having moving to the Bay Area about seven years ago for a job working for the '49ers as a personal trainer. Aisling and Lauren immediately hit it off, although they made it a point to ensure Andy didn't feel left out. Late in the afternoon, the two of them had retired upstairs to have a little bit of fun together while Andy continued working on his next novel downstairs. "Y'know, when I first saw Lauren," Lily said to him on her way into the kitchen to get a soda, "all I could think of was that Eddie Murphy line." Andy arched an eyebrow at her, not catching the reference. "What Eddie Murphy line?" "You know, in Beverly Hills Cop 2, when he sees Bridgette Nielsen for the first time." Lily looked at him, waiting for the spark of recognition, rolling her eyes when she didn't see it. "You know, 'God damn, that's a big bitch.' You sure you can handle her?" He blushed a little bit. "Not in the least. I'm in way over my head, but I'm thankful for it at least." Lily nodded, closing the fridge. "That's good. Stay humble, stay thankful. But I'll tell you one thing,” "What's that?" "Two down and two to go, but so far you have a Limey and an Aussie, so you damn well better get some American pussy, and you damn well better get some cunt that's at least as dark as I am." She smirked at him. "If the next bitch who walks through that door is French, German, Russian, anything like that, I'ma cuntpunt her ass right outta here, you follow?" "Letting you answer the door for the next few weeks, got it." "Smart man," she said. "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry." She started to walk back to the living room, but Andy just couldn't help himself. "Cuntpunt? Really?" "It's when you,” "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's just what it sounds like." "So keep in mind, I'm watching you." "Watch the door!" Andy laughed. "You can decide who to let in or not!" Lily would get the opportunity to decide very soon. Chapter 6 The next few days around the house were mostly spent with everyone getting to know one another. Lauren, in addition to being a personal trainer, turned out to be an excellent cook. A few days after she arrived, it was decided that a grocery run was needed, but Andy felt strongly that he wanted to go as well. It wasn't advised, but it wasn't strictly forbidden any more either. The news had been quite clear about what he needed to do if he wanted to go out “ not only was he required to wear a P95 mask, he also had to wear goggles protecting his eyes and latex gloves covering his hands. It felt burdensome, but he direly needed to get out of the house for a least a short period of time, so he, Aisling and Lauren resolved to make the grocery store run. "I feel like Mad Max in this get up," Andy grumbled as he got out of the car in the Safeway parking lot. "Except for the fact that I'm unarmed." "They won't let us in the shop if you're sporting an axe, love," Aisling said, comforting him. The girls were dressed up in their gear as well, although both of the girls were wearing his t shirts. They'd taken to just going through his shirts each morning and tossing one on, not that he minded. Andy owned a lot of t shirts. It was practically a uniform. "And we're going through supplies much faster these days with more mouths to feed." "An' you need to let me get a bunch more healthy things in addition to your junk food," Lauren said. "And with five people instead of two, we're going through food a lot quicker these days. So you'd better get used to one of us going out for supplies every few days." "Also, you're the one who wanted to come along, Andy," Aisling said. "You could've just stayed home and let us do all the work." "I had to get out of the house before I went stir crazy. You know I haven't been more a hundred feet out of the condo since April. We were told we were in a very high risk area, so we completely quarantined and just had food delivered, but it was starting to rack up quite the bill that way." The trio headed into Safeway, keeping a good distance from everyone else. At the beginning of the year, if Andy had come into this particular Safeway on a Saturday, it would've been a madhouse. Instead, it felt like a ghost town. Some of the aisles were still desperately barren, with supplies like toilet paper down to only a few options, if that. Thankfully, Eric had been smart enough to set up a recurring order from their local CostCo to get toilet paper delivered when they had it in stock. Andy had been tempted to do a CostCo run as well, but as his first real outing in months, he wanted to stick to something where he felt like he at least had a little control. Their local Safeway was located up in the hills a little bit, so it didn't always get as much traffic as grocery stores closer to the freeways. Andy started to move over to grab a shopping cart, only to get the mom armbar move from Lauren, who pushed him back a good step. "Oh no, Andy," she laughed. "We'll push the cart. You just pick things up and put them into the cart with your gloves." "I don't understand what the difference is," Andy sighed. "But okay, okay, I do remember them saying that men weren't supposed to touch shared objects in public spaces, so I'll keep my hands off." "It's like you haven't been trained properly," Aisling giggled. "You watch it, Ash, or I'll bend you over my knee," he teased back. "She'd only enjoy it, Andy," Lauren said, rolling her bright blue eyes as they headed into the vegetable section. Andy mostly let the girls pick up things and put them into the cart, but every so often he would insist on something and would pick it up himself, like garlic. Both Lauren and Aisling questioned the amount of garlic he bagged up and dropped into the cart, but he was insistent that they would use it all before they were back to the grocery store again. They'd gotten close to a full cart's worth of groceries and were standing in the frozen food section, mostly looking for ice cream truth be told, when a familiar voice called to him from a little bit away. "Andy, that you under all that mess?" Sure enough, it was his friend Phil, standing next to a curvy Hispanic woman. Andy might not have been able to recognize Phil at first glance with the mask and the goggles, but the jacket was a one of a kind letterman jacket from a fighting game tournament Phil had won almost a decade ago. "How did you recognize me, Phil?" "I was taking a wild guess, but I don't know anyone else here in the States who would be wearing a Nautilus Pompilus t shirt. Russian alternative rock band t shirts aren't exactly a dime a dozen." Andy paused for a second, and then realized, he wasn't wearing his Nautilus Pompilus t shirt, but Aisling was. He nodded with a slight smile. "Fair enough. We can't exactly talk here, but let's meet up at the base of Mount Diablo, in the park. We can stand far apart enough to talk and still be safe. We've got to drop groceries off, so let's say we meet up in a couple of hours?" Phil looked down at his watch. "Three o'clock? Sure, we'll see you there." They didn't say anything else to each other, just finished up shopping, paying and taking their groceries home. On the way home, Andy explained to Aisling and Lauren that Phil was one of his oldest friends, and that he was one of the people Andy had talked to over voice chat during the days since the quarantine had started, although Phil had been radio silent for a few weeks now. On the way to the park, Aisling and Lauren were peppering him with questions about Phil. They'd talked to a few of Andy's friends on video chat, but they'd only heard stories about Phil. Of course, they'd heard quite a lot of those stories. They pulled into the parking lot at the park and Andy could see Phil's car on the other side. Sitting on the hood was Phil with the woman he'd seen him with in the Safeway. Andy hopped out of his car, along with Aisling and Lauren. They were out in the open and so far from each other that they felt safe not wearing masks and goggles. Andy walked forward, not towards Phil, but towards the wooden fencing. "So Phil, where the hell ya been?" Andy laughed. Phil was a slender enough Filipino but he looked thinner than Andy remembered. He was clean shaven, and while Andy expected him to have a shaggy head of hair, it looked trimmed and coiffed. Phil had an easy going way about him, a casual grace that Andy had always envied. He smiled up at Andy, shrugging a little bit. "So, Andy, this is Audrey, she's my partner." To the right of Phil stood the woman he'd seen her with earlier in the day, but now he could get a better look at her. She was curvy, almost plump, but had a rosy demeanor to her. She was wearing a Street Fighter t shirt that clearly couldn't be Phil's. She was a bit younger than Phil was, but not unbearably so. "Hi Andy!" she said, giving him a big wave. "Sorry I've kept him off the group Discord, but I didn't want to share him until I felt like we were established." "Oh, love," Aisling giggled. "We're all doing that." "Phil, this is Aisling, Ash for short, and this is Lauren," Andy said, rubbing the back of his own neck sheepishly. "Frankly, I'm a little embarrassed they're stuck with me, but they both seem happy enough, so maybe I'm doing okay by them." Lauren nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. "Andy's the most humble feller I've met. I think me an' Ash are just a couple'a lucky gals." After a minute or so of silence, Andy spoke again. "So Phil, what do you know?" It was a question designed to cut right through the bullshit. Andy and Phil had been good friends long enough that they'd developed a sort of shorthand, particular words and phrases that they could use whenever and wherever and people wouldn't know exactly what was being said. There was a good reason for it. Phil clicked his tongue. "Okay, here's what I know." Phil had worked for a number of tech companies over the years he'd known him, but for the last four years, he'd worked for Boeing up in Pleasanton. Everything he worked on was classified, but he was known to share nonspecific things from time to time, especially if it affected their gang of friends. "What I can tell you without either of us getting our kiesters thrown in the hooscow, anyway,” "That sounds best." "It's bad, Andy," Phil sighed. "It's very bad. They're downplaying the body count for the media, but truth be told we're looking at over a million so far, probably a lot more. And it's only going to get worse. The internal projections are that we're looking at five million dead Americans before all of this is done." "Jesus," Andy muttered. "One million people dead? Seriously? How are they keeping all this quiet?" "Lots and lots of work," Phil replied. "It's not as bad outside of the US, but that's because other countries started taking it serious long before we did." "Are the rules true?" "I wouldn't be talking to you like this if I didn't think it was safe, Andy. But it's going to get worse. A whole lot worse. People here still aren't taking it seriously. You see the news the other day?" "People crowded into churches, shoulder to shoulder, demanding their faith will keep them safe. Idiots in city hall meetings, claiming the right to not wear a mask if they don't want to." Phil nodded. "It's madness. Half of those people will be dead before year's end, and I don't think we're going to have a lid on this until next year. We're living through Spanish Flu Part 2: Electric Bugaloo." "Five million dead? That's like one percent of the country. How the hell are they going to keep it all quiet?" "As much smoke as possible," Phil grumbled. "Keep the cover going until it's untenable. People are going to notice eventually, but the lockdowns are going to keep things contained for a while. But guys like you and me, we need to stay as safe as possible. Because we're high risk." Aisling scowled at him. "How so? I thought the elderly and immuno compromised were the most at risk." "They are," Phil said, nodding again, "but beyond that, it's men between the ages of thirty and forty five. That's where the majority of casualties have been so far. Thankfully, you and me, we're buffered pretty well." "What do you mean, buffered?" Phil smirked, giving a tiny shrug. "Let's just say we've been doing some vaccine testing in rather unusual and unorthodox ways. Did your libido used to be this high all the time, Ash?" She blanched for a moment. "I thought it was just the cabin fever, but now you mention it, I've had a slight buzzing of sexual need since they gave me those shots. What the hell did they do to me?" He raised a hand to calm her down. "Relax, it'll even out eventually. But it's designed so that you're protecting your partner, swapping fluids, giving him regular dosages of the natural antibodies you're building up inside." "Why not just give men the shots directly?" Lauren asked. "Because when we've tried it, it's been fatal." Phil took out a vape pen and inhaled a drag off of it before blowing the vapor back out. He'd been a smoker when they'd first met, but Andy had convinced him to quit. The legalization of pot in California had helped some, naturally. "But if a woman with the vaccine is having regular sexual activity with a man, he's getting a nontoxic dose, and both parties have about 70% resistance to the virus. I wouldn't have put Andy down as polyamorous, but it's going to strengthen your armor even more, my man." Andy smirked, looking at his feet. "I actually put no preference, so it looks like I'm going to get a full slate." "Nah, you'll probably stay where you are. Unless you got rated something ridiculous." "Me and Eric got rated level 5s." Phil nearly dropped his vape pen, his eyebrows raising. "Are you shitting me?" Andy laughed and shrugged a little. "How the fuck did that happen?" "The guy coming to test us was a fan of the books, so I gave him an ARC of the new one that's been delayed a few months. As a way of saying thank you, he rated me and Eric as level 5s." Phil chuckled quietly, shaking his head. "You son of a bitch. I'm not even rated a level 5 and I work for the goddamn military on goddamn black ops shit." "Allegedly," Andy added, grinning back. Phil nodded. "Allegedly." He dragged the word out before he looked up then shook his head. "You're gonna get two more, huh? Good lord, I'm both jealous and terrified for you all at once. How are you going to keep all those personalities from conflicting?" "I'm going to do my best to stay the hell out of their way, mostly." "That's not going to work forever, luv," Aisling said to him. "It's not like we're going anywhere, even when this virus recedes." "You say that now, but,” "No, they're always going to say that. Isn't that part of the public facing info about the pairing system?" Phil said. It was Andy's turn to raise his eyebrows. "No, whatever you're implying, it isn't public knowledge. But you're already in for a penny.." "Might as well be in for a pound, I guess," Phil answered, nodding in agreement. "Alright, but keep this just between us, okay?" "Well, I'll tell Eric, Eric's partner, and my other two partners when they show up, but other than that,” "Yeah, well, that's what I meant by us, alright? Okay, so here's the deal. Do you remember the first time they got a bit of you in them?" "You mean,” Lauren started. "I think you know what I mean." Both Aisling and Lauren blushed and grinned widely. "Most intense thing that's ever happened to us," they both said. "What do you remember right after though, Andy? Just you. They'll both have been passed out." Andy stroked his goatee for a second then snapped his fingers. "They kept mumbling a word over and over, so quiet I could barely make it out, something like, imaging?" Phil shook his head, taking another drag off his vape pen. "Not imaging, imprinting. You're bonded now. Mated for life, like walruses." "You mean penguins," Andy corrected. "It's penguins that mate for life. And what does that mean here, mated for life?" "You're intertwined on a chemical, biological and physiological level in a way we can't even begin to comprehend," Phil said, exhaling another cloud of mist. "If you go away from one another for more than a couple of days, you'll start to feel nervous, anxious, fidgety. After that, it'll be panic attacks, cold sweats. Past that, nervous breakdown. Unless, of course, the other person is dead, in which case that doesn't seem to happen." He shrugged a little bit. "We're kids playing with the building blocks of life here, man. We don't even know what we don't know. But you, Lauren and Ash, you're a unit now. And anyone else you add into that will be as well. I mean, why do you think that questionnaire is so damn long? We don't want to screw up anybody's lives trying to help them. Besides, another of the side effects is that being in each other's company will produce natural dopamine to keep things relatively smoothed out, helps you get past the small stuff, and let's face it, it's all small stuff at this point." "And this is happening all over the country?" "Shit, no," Phil sighed. "We've barely gotten this off the ground in the Bay Area, and all the tech for this shit is here. There are governors all across the country absolutely in arms against this plan, saying they'll fight it tooth and nail, keep people from getting the vaccine until it doesn't have any of these crazy side effects." "I assume you're still working on that." "Of course we're still working on that," Phil said, rolling his eyes. "I'm just baffled by how many goddamn Republicans insist a semi viable solution isn't a solution at all. Even if we were just hitting high risk areas, we could manufacture enough of this current formula to inoculate sixty or seventy million people in this country, all of whom would be 70% resistant to it." "They claiming it's a sin against god or something?" "Worse. But, I guess, more honest." Phil had a slightly bitter laugh filling the air. "They're angry they can't make a buck off of it. Now, of course, there are factions that are just going ahead and doing it anyway. Front line medical workers, emergency services, and a few branches of the armed forces, and their associated contractors. Of course, the whole Bay Area is taking part in it as well, so I guess I would've gotten treated either way." "So we're resistant but not immune?" "Fuck, man," Phil groaned, "I'm not promising you won't get the virus at all, but even if you do, it won't be life threatening. That said, you sti

Approved Affection.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Brandy was unlocking the door when I put a hand on her elbow and strongly turned her around. Frustration morphed into confusion and blossomed into happiness as I exacted my promised minute make-out session. Even a colossal distraction as big as the Mayor's family implosion wouldn't keep me from my Brandy-time.Big Bob 'caught' us at it. The door had been opened and the AC was exiting the front door.‘Hands above the belt-line, Mr. Samsonov,' he grumbled in a friendly manner.‘Daddy,' Brandy pouted to her Papa. ‘He's behaving himself.'‘Are you behaving yourself around my daughter?' the Sheriff quizzed me.‘Sir, I'd rather go directly to the 500 hours of community service than answer that question; Sir,' I replied. Big Bob snorted. Brandy rolled her eyes, gave me one last peck then glided past her patriarch.‘I haven't see her that happy in a long time,' Big Bob spoke softly. ‘Whatever you are doing, be a gentleman about it.'‘Ugh; I'll do my best Sheriff Carson, but it's difficult,' I groaned. Bob laughed at me and my 'agony'.‘Take care, Vlad,' he gave one final nod before closing the door. I made a quick call to Mom to update her to our change in plans. Mikhail had beaten me to the punch. She understood I had to hand-off Brandy first, no harm / no foul. She asked me to hang out at Dominque's place for a while because she knew Mr. Malik was a devious, lying rat-bastard and believed he would sweet talk his daughter into letting him back into his wife's proximity.I mulled over handing her the Malik family secret. I trusted Mom. More to the point, I trusted her to respect my decision to want that tidbit handled with care. No cops harassed me on the return trip. I had taken a circuitous route to be on the safe side. The Police Chief might be the Mayor's ally, or he might be a BBC devotee and have a Brutha solidarity moment with Chinedu too.According to their methodology, once he gave her that cock, she'd forgive every other indiscretion. True or not, I was going to try and cock-block that maneuver. I didn't have a plan when I arrived. Something immediately presented itself to me in the form of a Candy Apple Red 2014 Jaguar F Type V8 S convertible.Daddy, or Sugar-Daddy was way generous to the tune of one hundred grand; that was for damn sure. The billow red mane topping that curvaceous frame was a clear indicator the shit was going to hit the fan at the Malik household. Chine was her BBC addiction, but the Mayor was her boss and political mentor.The look she sent me was fearful over her general situation and one of only passing interest, a look I was becoming familiar with. She was yet another hot, sexy piece of filet mignon that didn't fuck White guys. Groan.‘Who are you?' she was polite enough, possibly seeking to delay the upcoming confrontation.‘I'm Vladimir Samsonov, junior Prince of Evil and I'm here to talk with your boss; she's expecting me,' dispelled her protest that the Mayor was too busy for me.‘Riley Pasternak,' she smiled. ‘I don't recognize the accent,' she added as I passed her. She let me ring the doorbell too.Statuesque and voluptuous; that is what I would call Riley. Burnished coppery hair, thick and glossy flowed in waves down to the middle of her back. Well defined brows of a slightly lighter but no less fiery color framed her oval face and enhanced her verdant eyes, pale freckled skin and flushed cheeks.The makeup she chose didn't really enhance her features which said she didn't wear it that often and the scar above her brow confirmed that she was a tomboy.She dressed to be seen, but also to move in whatever capacity needed. The push up black halter was a strong contrast to her pale skin and plumped up her already impressive cleavage.Below it she wore almost too tight hip huggers that had her lush belly just barely spilling over the waistband. Right above said waistband on the back of her hip was a tattoo that red ‘Red Wolf Bitch' for the Arkansas State Mascot. A second one was teasingly just out of sight on the front of the other hip.Drawing away just a bit from the sexy outfit were all the hippie doodles on her pants. It looked as if she'd let a five year old color on them before she put them on, the neon colors seeming to jump off the denim. She completed the ensemble with cork wedges and a tiny red purse hanging by an equally tiny red string from her shoulder.‘I'm from Alaska,' I let her know. The door flew open in seconds, revealing a tumultuous Dominque who slipped on a semi-civil mask when she saw me.‘Vlad, I thought you were going to stop by your place before coming back for your brother,' she addressed me. ‘Ms. Pasternak, get in here,' she was more abrupt with her 'underling'.I stepped aside to let Riley pass. I hadn't been invited in. Dominque took my actions into account.‘Come in Vlad. Go find your brother. I'll talk to you later,' she said.‘Well,' I began once I stepped in, ‘I think I'd be of more use sticking with you.'Dominque slammed the door behind me.‘I won't need you with me,' she corrected me.‘I'm not staying to help you,' I corrected her. ‘I'm staying to make sure Ms. Pasternak doesn't come to some misfortune.' The Mayor didn't seem pleased.‘What does he mean?' Riley looked from her Boss to me.‘Go, Vlad,' she commanded. I was a guest in her home. Barring extenuating circumstances, I was taught to behave.‘Well, nice to see you again, Ms. Pasternak,' I regarded my fellow guest. Off I went, listening for sounds of my brother and Taliyah. I was almost out of sight;‘Where have we met before?' Riley worried.‘Go, Vlad,' my hostess repeated. I kept going.‘The Cineplex two weeks ago,' I said over my shoulder. ‘The Purge: Anarchy.'‘Oh God,' she moaned. ‘V; Vlad is it; please don't leave.'I reversed course. Dominique could tell that ordering me about at this point was useless. The same instinct which had placed me between Chine and her was placing me between her and Riley.‘You fucked him,' Madame Mayor fumed. ‘Worse, you let him fuck you in a public place you; simple-minded bimbo.'‘Listen Mrs. Malik; it; I; he was insistent,' Riley back-pedaled into a wall.‘And you happened to forget he was my husband?' Dominque seethed. I had to admit she looked rather volcanic, her ass, hips and boobs trembling with repressed energy as she got ready to erupt. I maneuvered so I flanked them both, ready to interpose myself if necessary.‘How many times, Riley?' I posed the question. ‘How many times did the two of you hook up?'‘Four, five,' she reconsidered her response. Dominique looked ready to explode. She mastered herself with a great effort of will.‘What is going to happen when your Grandfather, that racist Jew Bastard, finds out you are back to banging big black bucks, Again?' she threatened. Riley blanched. ‘He threatened to disown you last time. This time, he'll do it, Princess. Then you will be nothing more than another in a long line of chunky Cocoa Puff's. No car, no apartment and damn, I'll make sure you don't have a job anymore.'‘Reggie won't; ‘ she protested desperately.‘Whore, you are only fun to be around because your fat ass is forbidden fruit. Senator Murdoch can get a dozen fresher Betties to haul his coal.' I'd go to Mom to explain the jargon flying around. ‘I know for a fact he likes them young.''Betty's' were White chicks. 'Hauling coal' meant taking black dick. Why couldn't people just say that instead of confusing everything with racial slurs? Riley's reaction showed she was playing into that fear; no fortune and no more choice selections of BBC's.‘Umm; ‘ Riley flickered her eyes my way.‘Chinedu already spilled all this secrets,' Dominique lied. She'd spilled them in her rage, but these two women lying and cheating wasn't my primary concern; taking advantage of their wickedness was. ‘He has his own reasons for keeping quiet.' Riley glanced speculatively from me to Dominique.‘Ha,' Madame Mayor snorted in derision. ‘I don't do White boys.' Oh, that deserved some hard fucking; screw the bitch. I was considering what derogatory idiocy was going to vomit forth from my mouth when Riley's phone rang. Absently she pulled it out of her purse. She paled when she saw the caller ID. Dom snatched it away then trembled.I took it out of her hands before she could make Riley eat the device.‘Both of you keep quiet,' I demanded. I answered the phone.‘Baby-cakes, let's hook up tonight,' Mr. Malik oozed his masculine charisma. ‘I feel like stepping out and I want to see you on your knees worshipping my award-winning Arkansas Black Snake, you cock-hungry slut.'He was loud enough so that both women could hear. I pointed a warning finger in Riley's face.‘Sorry, Mr. Baker, but Riley can't come to the phone right now. She's choking down my Slavic salami, but; after I finish with her and your wife, I'll send the tramp back your way; if she can still walk.'‘Wa, huh, wha, Who? Samsonov?, what did you just say?' he blathered.‘I'm kind of busy right now, Sir,' I taunted him. ‘Hold on.' I spanked Riley's flank. She gasped. ‘That was the sound of me smacking your wife's luscious, sweet and highly neglected ass. I gotta go. Your women look famished for some fucking respect and attention. I'm sure you can find a glory hole to entertain yourself at. I'll talk to you in the morning. Bye,' I signed off before he could reply.I cut off Riley's phone then pocketed it. They were both staring at me in utter shock. Dominique's full, plump lips first closed then she opened them to start laughing.‘Boy, Vlad, that was hilarious,' she chortled.‘That was a freebie, Dominique,' I grinned.‘There are two kinds of cheaters; the ones who convince themselves it will never happen to them, and the ones who believe everyone cheats. That allows them to both allow themselves to violate the essence of their relationships,' I glibly stated, ‘It also makes them want to utterly control their partners so they don't end up becoming cuckolds themselves.'‘Mr. Samsonov; ‘ Dominique studied me, ‘you continue to show me you are much more dangerous than you appear.' Taking into account my size, excellent physical shape, exhibited self-control and clear elucidation, I could only imagine I was 'dangerous' for a White guy; what a tight-ass shrew.‘Flattery will get you nowhere, Mrs. Malik,' I politely responded. ‘I don't do older Black chicks; or date used-up girls who only fuck Black guys. One of the three of us has to have some standards.' They blinked; it was the whole 'da White boy thinks he can talk back to us?' bullshit.‘I'll go looking for Mikhail now. You two have fun sharing in your communal 'I've been dicked-over, bent over and forced to suck another woman's vaginal fluids off his cock' Chine-experiences. I pray neither one of you've done Ass-to-Mouth with him; that would turn my stomach. Bye,' I waved as I departed. Dominique grabbed my arm, her fingernails digging in.‘What makes you think you can insult me that way, in my own house?' she lambasted me.‘It is the truth and we both know it,' I shrugged. ‘Somebody needs to start telling the truth around here, don't you think?'‘Get your brother and get out,' she snapped.‘Done deal,' I answered. ‘Riley; ‘ The doorbell rang. From the look on everyone's faces, none of us were expecting a caller.‘Don't you move,' Dom glared at me, ‘and don't you do a damn thing,' she balefully instructed Riley. Off she stormed.‘Gayle, what are you doing here?' Dom greeted my Mom.‘I brought dinner for my boys, Dominique,' she responded snidely. ‘I expect them to be gentlemen and you to not give a damn about anyone but yourself.'‘You've got some nerve showing up on my doorstep,' Dom grumbled.‘Not really,' Mom shouldered her way inside. ‘I've gotten on with my life. I see you've done the same.'‘Bitch,' Dom sizzled yet didn't stop her.‘Kitchen?' my maternal unit asked me. She was holding a wicker picnic basket and a large paper bag in one hand and a covered pot with a pail in the other. I pointed the way. She winked.Belatedly, Dominique slammed the door and stalked after Mom.‘What would ever possess you that I'd welcome you into my house,' she spat. ‘After what you did to Leon; ‘‘Had; do you really want to rehash that right now considering neither one of us has forgotten, or forgiven a damn thing?' Mom countered.‘Leon is still sucking his puree through a straw and pissing in a colostomy bag,' Dominique simmered.‘Mom?' I questioned.‘Oh, you haven't told your boys about what you and Theo did?' Dominque taunted her. Mom wasn't perturbed in the least.‘Vlad, do you trust me?' my Mother asked me.‘Sure. You can be unfathomable and crazy, but I don't think you've ever hurtfully deceive me.'‘Boy, you had better check that naiveté,' Mayor Malik warned me.‘Vlad, the last time Theo and I spent any time under the same roof was here, in Fonteneau,' she used Kingston's old name. ‘Leon Fox, Dominique's brother, and six other Black bulls decided to brutalize me, I was barely alive when I crawled my way back to the road where Mr. Cobb found me,' she relayed in a pleasant tone.‘So you say,' Dom interrupted. ‘It was your word against them and those seven had iron-clad alibis. To you, all Black men looked alike.'‘Think what you want. I identified all seven of them. You dad and the police chief wouldn't prosecute even though I know they were heard around town bragging about it; how they'd 'taught me a lesson'.'‘Mom, what the hell is going on?' I worried.‘Your Great-Aunt wouldn't accept that the police's investigation acquitted my brother and his friends; Because it was Black officers accepting the words of seven Black men, one of them the newly-minted Mayor's son, over a scared, battered child's,' Mom gave a feral grin.‘Yeah, you racist bitch,' Dominique seethed.‘Theo believed me. Aunt Matilda and Theo both believed me and not your chick-shit police force cover-up,' Mom kept smiling though there was not mirth behind it. ‘Theo made damn sure the guilty paid.'‘He damn near beat four grown men to death,' Dom grumbled. ‘One of them was my brother.'‘Vlad, Theo took a fileting knife and a crowbar with him when he rode his bicycle out and hunted those scumbags down,' Mom explained while staring at my host. ‘He found four of them together. He put all four in the hospital.'‘He ended up in the hospital as well,' Mom added, ‘if that makes you feel better.'‘Is that why Uncle Theo ended up in military school?' I inquired.‘He got off lucky,' Dom bristled. ‘Leon; and Roscoe Sumner never left the damn hospital, Bitch.' She turned on me. ‘Rufus never did see out of his left eye again and Martin Cutler still has to walk with leg braces and a cane.'Uncle Theo and Mom; that explained a great deal about her and her twin's relationship. I knew Mom had once broken into his military school/prison to see him. I also knew now that Mom hadn't lied to me; this vendetta was with this entire sick town, not blanket racism on her part.Black individuals in this town had raped her and other Blacks had covered it up. Theo had avenged her and paid for that with five years of his freedom. Had the Kingston's Black police force simply pursued a proper course of justice, then those seven men would have gotten what the law allowed; and be out of jail by now.Maybe that would have helped Gayle Fonteneau's emotional wounds heal. That didn't happen though. That injustice explained why Mom had initially run away from Dad. She'd suffered at the hands of law enforcement and she carried that distrust and disgust with her into her first meeting with Dad.That had to be some awkward emotional gymnastics on her part.‘Oh, come on now,' Mom chortled. ‘Leon is in a nice assisted-care living facility and Roscoe is in a coma just down the hall from him.'‘What happened to Le; your brother, Mrs. Malik?' I asked.‘According to the reconstructive specialist in Austin he was hit 27 times with a crowbar, that's what happened,' she spat at my Mother. ‘Even now his face doesn't look right and he's one step above a vegetable.'‘You took Aunt Matilda's hush money,' Mom gloated. ‘You all did.'‘That doesn't mean your brother wasn't a psycho, racist bastard,' Dom shot back.‘Bullshit, Dominique. Your Daddy made the town accept Aunt Mattie's deal because she was bringing in the Arkansas State Police (ASP) to investigate Theo's defense claims and that would have fried the whole lot of you,' Mom ignored Dom's snit. Seeing my disbelief, she told me, ‘Back in 1986, the ASP had its fair share of White racists.'‘Had those seven not been guilty as sin; ‘ she glared at the Mayor, ‘maybe Theo wouldn't have gone Rambo on this burgh.'‘Enough!' I intervened. ‘This is not helping us with the problem at hand. Right now, all Mikhail and I are worried about is whether Mr. Malik is going to come home tonight pissed off, drunk off his ass, or both.'‘Why should you care?' Madame Mayor turned my way. Mom started laughing which only made the woman angrier.‘Because unlike you, me and most of this town, my boys are decent individuals who actually give a crap about strangers, regardless of their melatonin levels,' she snorted. She made eye contact with Mrs. Malik.‘Don't blame me,' Mom chuckled. ‘I would be much happier of your shiftless shit of a husband came back and beat the fuck out of you and your daughter. To me, that would be poetic justice for what your father let him get away with.'‘No happening, Mom,' I declared. ‘Mikhail and I are eighteen now so you can't make us go home. If he's really a threat; ‘‘And you can't trust the police,' Mom sneered at Dom. ‘Your police force, Dominique.'‘You are one twisted cock-whore,' Dom riposted.‘Seven young men assaulted me,' Mom snarled. ‘Three weren't around when Theo caught up with the other four. ‘Charles Baker was one of them. The other was Demetrius Quinterre. These days he is the Chief of Police.'‘Charles Baker is Chinedu Malik now?' I requested.‘Yeah,' Mom beamed hostility Mamma Malik's way. ‘The fall after 'it' happened, Charles went to Arkansas State on a football scholarship and changed his name to something more 'African'. If he thinks it made it so that Theo couldn't find him, he's sorely mistaken.'‘Where is your crazy brother anyway?'‘Which one?' Mom snorted. ‘I've got a few.'‘Theo, you crazy cunt.'‘He joined the US Army straight out of the academy. He ended up in Ranger School then the Green Beret,' Mom updated her. ‘Now he's a contract killer for God-knows who. You, the FBI and the US military all are curious about his whereabouts.'‘That's; ‘ Dominique looked at me. What can I say? I have an honest face. ‘Do you believe that?' she asked me.‘Madame Mayor, I've talked to the men from Fort Bragg who have come calling. How to put this; Uncle Theo is exceedingly eccentric; beyond what Mom is.'In a normal situation, this would be when the concerned wife asked if her husband was in danger from my lunatic uncle. Not Mrs. Malik. Hell, a martyred husband killed by a violent racist would be a big boost to her career. It would also remove any chance of her hubby blowing up the situation with Riley, thus Riley's Sugar-Daddy. I could almost see the cold, calculating wheels turning behind her eyes.‘That's hardly encouraging. Fine; Gayle, you can get out. Vlad, I'm going to make some phone calls. Why don't you see what your brother has gotten up to,' the Mayor commanded. Mom shot me a wink when Mrs. Malik pulled out her phone.‘Bring home the pot and basket when you leave,' she advised me. She took my arm and pulled me to the door.‘You have your toiletries and fresh clothes in the bag (the big, brown paper one she'd arrived with). Then, as she hugged me, she shoved something into my front, left pocket. That weekend with the Vegas hookers paid off, I recalled the crinkly sound condom wrappers make. ‘For Mikhail,' she whispered. He was being given her 'okay' to any sexual missteps that might happen if we weren't sent straight home.I imagined most teenage boys would be thrilled to have their mothers handing them some condoms and silently wishing them luck. Not me. This was some fucked-up shit Mikhail, Alexander and I had stepped into. Mom turned without further advice and went to Dad's black '2012 F-150' pick-up truck. I closed the door, then went looking for the ladies.Dominique had taken Riley into the living room. The younger woman was sitting contritely on the sofa while the Mayor quietly brow-beat whomever was on the other end of that phone conversation. I spared them a look, knew I wasn't needed, or wanted, so I went for the stairs.‘Taliyah, Mikhail, Dinner's here,' I called up. I remained at the bottom of the stairs until Mikhail showed himself.‘Was that Mom?' he calmly inquired.‘Yeah. She's gone now,' I gave a wry grin. ‘It is safe you two to come down.' A few seconds later, Taliyah appeared.‘What is it?' she was referring to dinner.‘Whatever Kamika cooked for us,' I replied. She shrugged, clearly upset with the past few minutes of her life. She still came down. She'd missed lunch unless you counted cum swallowed, then had cheerleader workouts, horse-riding and a sex-session with my brother. Mikhail was perpetually hungry as was the norm for growing boys our age and metabolisms.The remarkable thing was her reaction to Mikhail and his blasé attitude. He wasn't walking on eggshells, as Alexander would have, or being sympathetic, like me. Mikhail was being Mikhail; Taliyah's problems weren't his concern so he wasn't intruding. If she wanted some emotional input from him, she'd have to do the 'reaching out'.We doled out portions. Taliyah started with three bowls (for the host of baby-back pork ribs) and plates for the potatoes, carrots and string beans. I motioned for two more. She mentally debated my request before complying. Kamika must have packed a family of eight. There was plenty to spare.After the meal was apportioned, I took two plates and a glass of Pomegranate Juice (Taliyah poured for her Mom) and a glass of lemonade for Riley. I juggled the lot as I traipsed into the living room. The conversation stopped when I appeared. I didn't engage either with eye contact, though I could tell Dominique resented me serving dinner to her guest. I retreated with the same grace I'd exhibited entering.The two high-schoolers had attacked the ribs with gusto.‘Hmm; these are some damn fine ribs,' Taliyah waved a freshly-cleaned bone my way. ‘No wonder the men in your family are so damn huge.' Right as the words tumbled out of her mouth, she shot Mikhail a dirty look, daring him to make a snide aside about the size of his cock. Mikhail didn't take the bait.‘Give Kamika a call around noon-time. She'll add a place-setting for you at the dinner table,' he replied after vigorously sucking the meat off his fourth victim. That was the opposite of what she expected a man, a Black man, to say. She'd never had a possibly sexually suggestive chat with a White guy.‘The food's not so good I'd want to spend time with you,' she poked him.‘I'm not hot to re-experience your she-devil bitchiness either, Taliyah,' he teased her. ‘I've got to accept that Brandy's going to keep putting a sappy smile on Vlad's face and that suggests they'll crawl out of bed long enough to get some food.'‘We are never going to have sex again,' she wacked his hand with a fresh rib, leaving a saucy mark.Mikhail licked the sweet substance off while keeping eye contact with the girl. She refused to back down from his provocation. My brother responded by tenderly poking her lips with a fresh rib. She kept her mouth closed yet couldn't keep the smile from her face. She countered by presented piece of meat in front of him. Mikhail caught the offering in his teeth and shook it hungrily.Now I felt like the one who should tell them to get a room. The two began making messes of each other's faces with sloppy feedings of one another before including me in the game. It was so engrossing, we three missed Mrs. Malik coming into the kitchen and catching us at play.‘Taliyah, what, are, you, doing?' her mother clipped off each world.‘I'm keeping the White boys quiet,' the daughter thought quickly on her feet.‘Oh, that's what you call it,' Dominique's eyebrow arched. ‘It looks more like your flirting with them both.'‘What!' Taliyah squalled. ‘I hate Mikhail; Vlad's okay. He treats Brandy like she matters, not the way Darius does. He treats her like a cum dumpster.'‘I thought you wanted to be with Darius?' Dom studied her daughter intently.‘Well; I've changed my mind. His whole attitude; the 'I'm a football stud' is getting too pricey for my tastes,' she clarified. ‘Rashaan has his head so far up Darius' ass that's stopped being funny too.'‘Taliyah, if you stop dating Rashaan, you won't be popular,' mom protested.‘Listen to your mother,' Mikhail agreed. ‘Look how well hooking up with a football star worked out for her.' Waves of furious emotions radiated from mom. Taliyah's reaction was far more direct.‘You bastard!' Taliyah swore before she punched him in the upper arm. She was starting to cry.Chine may have been a raging prick to Samsonov eyes, but he was Taliyah's Daddy.‘Fuck,' he exaggerated. ‘What makes you think; ow,' he recoiled as she began to rain blows down on his upper arm and chest. Tears started to stream down her face as she pummeled my brother who took his beating like a champ.‘You are such a; a; ‘ she stammered.‘Neanderthal?' he volunteered. Two more blows were her response then her attacks lost strength and direction. Mikhail wrapped her up in his arms as she sobbed into the crux of his arm and chest.‘Feel free to hate me as much as you need to,' he held her tight. ‘I'm not that fond of you either.' He kept her close for another minute.‘I'll take her upstairs,' Mikhail told Dominique. He kept an arm around her shoulders to aid her direction and off they went. The Mayor looked my way.‘I don't know what's up with that,' I shrugged. ‘Mikhail really is a jerk most of the time. Heck, he's the biggest bastard of the three of us; the most like Mom's dark side, so I'm not sure what he's doing being nice to your daughter.'‘If he does something to her,' she threatened me. Her eyes went past me to Riley who had come to the open doorway. ‘Don't you start thinking you can be leaving,' she aimed her prodigies' way. ‘I'm not done with you.'‘Besides, he's still out there,' I meant Mr. Malik. ‘He's likely to do something irrational that both of you will regret.'‘Why should you care? You are a Fonteneau,' the Mayor grumbled in an accusatory voice.‘I'm not sure,' I shrugged. ‘I trust my Mom a lot more than I believe your version of events. From what I know of Uncle Theo, if he wasn't sure justice had been done, he'd have come back here already.'‘The fact you are choosing to revisit this tragedy now makes me wonder when I'll see him again,' I tacked on.‘Ah, could I have some more of those ribs?' Riley extended her plate. She needed to finish her veggies.‘All that pork is going straight to those fat hips and big ass, Girl,' the Mayor cruelly teased her.Riley was embarrassed. I stood up from the kitchen table, took Riley's plate, and filled it with the portions of meat Taliyah and Mikhail had left behind. That seemed to mollify her to the point she felt good enough to walk, with her plate, back to the living room.‘You shouldn't be nice to her,' the Mayor cautioned me. ‘She's just another whore for Black Cock. Another White girl freak beneath the sheets.'That the Mayor was likely one as well wasn't something I felt I should bring up at the moment. Instead of arguing, I began to clean up the kitchen, putting the leftovers in Tupperware containers, washing the plates and then the pot and food containers. All the while, Dominique watched me work.‘I thought you had domestic help,' she said condescending tone.‘A) any kind of help is something new to us boys and Dad. B) Mom insists we all pitch in and help out. That means washing cookware and plates after meals, haul fertilizer and taking away yard debris and cleaning our rooms. We have chores.'‘That defeats the purpose of having servants,' she insisted.‘That house is huge, the 'help' could use the help, chores remind us we all need to work together and it teaches us not to take people for granted,' I repeated my Mom's words from our first day in the house.‘Your clan used to be such snobs, looking down on all us Black folks.'‘However the Fonteneau acted was before our time, Madam Mayor; ‘‘Call me Dominique, or Mrs. Malik in my home, Vladimir. You are Vladimir, right?' she said.‘Yes Dominique, I'm Vlad, the middle one. Alexander is oldest, so he's the most mature, I'm the middle triplet, so I'm the best mix of Mom and Dad, and Mikhail is the youngest so he's always out to prove himself.'‘Fascinating,' she responded drolly. ‘Stay out of the way while I deal with Riley. I'll get her squared away then deal with you and your brother.' With that, she walked off to give Riley another huge piece of her mind, rage and frustration. As I was putting up the pot to dry, the doorbell rang. I heard Mamma Malik's heels click on the marble floors as she stormed over to the door.‘Demetrius, what are you doing here?' I heard he say from the door.‘I heard you were having some problem with those Samsonov boys,' he announced. ‘I'm here to make sure everything is okay.'‘You mean my worthless, cheating husband sent you over to make them leave,' she groused.‘He might have indicated they were causing you problems,' the Police Chief allowed. ‘Let me pour those Cornfeds into their car and send them home.'‘No,' Dominique's voice cracked the whip of authority. ‘He is out whoring and drinking and that means he ain't coming home tonight; end of story.'‘I'll leave Oliver with a patrol car watching your place if that is the case,' he tried to mollify her.‘On really,' she mocked him. ‘You, Chinedu and Oliver are all drinking buddies. You and your cronies aren't going to keep my husband's drunk ass from darkening my doorway. You let Chine know he's not welcome here tonight.'‘Dom, you are being unreasonable,' the cop leader cooed. I didn't have to imagine him touching her. The Kingston cops were far too touchy-feely with women.‘Don't you touch me, you poltroon,' she blasted him. I wondered if he even knew what a poltroon was. He knew it was an insult though.‘Listen up, Dominique,' his voice grew low and threatening. That was my cue.‘Madam Mayor, is everything okay?' I stepped into the hallway. Demetrius' eyes latched onto me before turning his sneer the Mayor's way.‘Why, don't he look cozy,' he accused Dominique.‘Buddy,' I wasn't going to call him an 'officer', or 'Chief', ‘Mom just enlightened me to what you and Chine did to her all those years ago. Statute of Limitations may have passed, but don't you think the Samsonov's consider justice to be done.'‘I also know that any crime involving you and a Deputy's son automatically brings in the Arkansas State Police. Cross that portal and you cease being a concerned police officer and become a home invader,' I channeled my father and all his kin going back a dozen generations.‘How about I arrest you for trespassing?' he want for his 'bracelets' while his right hand rested on the ass of his piece.‘My house, Demetrius and I've invited him and his brother in. Believe me, Dem, if you don't hot-foot it off my property then my next call Will be to the State Police reporting You for criminal trespass,' she growled at the cop.‘So, you've become an Oreo?' he mocked her. ‘I can't wait to hear what the town council has to say about that.'‘Consider they are the same crowd who invited Dr. Pierre O'Rourke Jean-Georges to be our Principle for the next ten months; ‘ I began my counter-mock.‘Five years,' the Mayor glowered at the Chief. ‘The school board; which you are on, Demetrius; gave that freakazoid a five year contract.'

This week. BKP chronicles the baseball life and career of the sport's first great manager. Cornelius MacGillicuddy, better known in the MLB universe as Connie Mack, spent 71 years in organized baseball, from 1884 to 1955 as a bare-handed catcher, a manager, a front office executive and an owner. He carried himself with a quier dignity, and he commanded respect from friends and rivals alike. Along the way through his journey, he would evolve along with the game, constructiong one of the greatest "Dead Ball Era" teams, with his dynastic Philadelphia A's, during the 1910's, as well as a second Philly dynasty with one of the more dominant "Live Ball" squads, at the end of the Roaring 20's. Statuesque, stately and slim, you could always find the "Tall Tactician" in a high starched collar business suit and tie. with a rolled up scorecard in his hand, standing on the dugout steps, observing his chess pieces out on the diamond. He was baseball" grand old gentleman, for the early generations of fans, as the young game grows into a national phenomenon. #ConnieMack #PhiladelphiaAthletics #PittsburghPirates #FederalLeague #WesternLeague #MilwaukeeBrewers #RubeWaddell ##EddiePlank #JackCoombs #ChiefBender #HermanLong #NapoleanLaJoie #EddieCollins #JackBarry ##FrankBaker #BenShibe #BanJohnson #JohnMcGraw

This week. BKP chronicles the baseball life and career of the sport's first great manager. Cornelius MacGillicuddy, better known in the MLB universe as Connie Mack, spent 71 years in organized baseball, from 1884 to 1955 as a bare-handed catcher, a manager, a front office executive and an owner. He carried himself with a quier dignity, and he commanded respect from friends and rivals alike. Along the way through his journey, he would evolve along with the game, constructiong one of the greatest "Dead Ball Era" teams, with his dynastic Philadelphia A's, during the 1910's, as well as a second Philly dynasty with one of the more dominant "Live Ball" squads, at the end of the Roaring 20's. Statuesque, stately and slim, you could always find the "Tall Tactician" in a high starched collar business suit and tie. with a rolled up scorecard in his hand, standing on the dugout steps, observing his chess pieces out on the diamond. He was baseball" grand old gentleman, for the early generations of fans, as the young game grows into a national phenomenon. #ConnieMack #PhiladelphiaAthletics #PittsburghPirates #FederalLeague #WesternLeague #MilwaukeeBrewers #RubeWaddell ##EddiePlank #JackCoombs #ChiefBender #HermanLong #NapoleanLaJoie #EddieCollins #JackBarry ##FrankBaker #BenShibe #BanJohnson #JohnMcGraw

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Statuesque

Fluent Fiction - Serbian: Statuesque Encounter: An Unlikely Belgrade Tale Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.org/statuesque-encounter-an-unlikely-belgrade-tale Story Transcript:Sr: Jednog sunčanog popodneva, na vrhu Kalemegdana, nalazila se Milica, devojka sa dugom crnom kosom i radoznalim očima, koja je tragala za čarima istorije u srcu Beograda.En: One sunny afternoon, at the top of Kalemegdan, Milica, a girl with long black hair and curious eyes, was looking for the charms of history in the heart of Belgrade.Sr: Milica je često posmatrala tvrđavu i maštala o ljudima koji su nekada hodali njenim zidinama.En: Milica often gazed at the fortress and fantasized about the people who once walked within its walls.Sr: Dok je razgledala, naišla je na statuu koja je izgledala neobično realistično.En: As she explored, she came across a statue that looked unusually lifelike.Sr: "Ova statua izgleda pravo živa," mislila je Milica, ugledavši Nikolu, mladog umetnika koji je stajao nepomično, gledajući u daljinu kao da je zaista kamena figura.En: "This statue looks truly alive," thought Milica, as she spotted Nikola, a young artist standing motionless, gazing into the distance as if he were truly a stone figure.Sr: "Zdravo," nasmejala se Milica, prilazeći "statui". "Ti si najlepša statua koju sam ovde videla."En: "Hello," Milica smiled, approaching the "statue". "You're the most beautiful statue I've seen here."Sr: Nastavila je da priča, ne očekujući odgovor. "Zamišljam kako si nekad bio važan vojvoda, zar ne? Ili možda pesnik?"En: She continued talking, not expecting a response. "I imagine you were once an important military leader, aren't you? Or perhaps a poet?"Sr: Nikola je pokušavao da zadrži ozbiljnost, ali Milicin duh i način na koji je pričala sa njim kao sa starim poznanikom učinili su to nemogućim.En: Nikola tried to maintain his seriousness, but Milica's spirit and the way she spoke to him as if he were an old acquaintance made it impossible.Sr: S osmehom koji mu se razlio po licu, prekinuo je svoj performans. "Zapravo, ja sam umetnik," rekao je.En: With a smile spreading across his face, he interrupted his performance. "Actually, I'm an artist," he said.Sr: Milica je uzletela od iznenađenja. "Oh, izvini! Mislim... Zdravo!" rekla je sa smehom. "Ja sam Milica i... pa, očigledno imam dobru maštu."En: Milica jumped in surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry! I mean... Hello!" she said with a laugh. "I'm Milica and... well, I obviously have a good imagination."Sr: Razgovor između Milice i Nikole tekao je prirodno kao da su se oduvek poznavali.En: The conversation between Milica and Nikola flowed naturally as if they had always known each other.Sr: Pričali su o istoriji, umetnosti, a Nikola joj je čak pokazao svoje crteže Kalemegdana.En: They talked about history, art, and Nikola even showed her his drawings of Kalemegdan.Sr: Sunce je počelo da zalazi, bojeći nebo u nijanse ružičaste i narandžaste, kao epilog jednog nezaboravnog susreta.En: The sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, as the epilogue of an unforgettable encounter.Sr: "Da se nismo sreli ovako na neobičan način," rekla je Milica dok su šetali prema izlazu tvrđave, "možda nikada ne bismo pričali."En: "If we hadn't met in such a peculiar way," said Milica as they walked towards the fortress exit, "we might never have spoken."Sr: "Slažem se," odgovorio je Nikola. "Ponekad je zanimljivo kako nas malo zabune može odvesti na najneverovatnija mesta."En: "I agree," replied Nikola. "Sometimes, it's interesting how a little confusion can lead us to the most amazing places."Sr: Milica se nasmejala. "Kao priča iz nekog filma," dodaje.En: Milica laughed. "Like something out of a movie," she added.Sr: Na kraju dana, shvatili su da je njihov susret, koji je započeo kao zabuna, pretvorio obično popodne u avanturu punu smeha i novog prijateljstva.En: By the end of the day, they realized that their meeting, which began as a mix-up, had turned a regular afternoon into an adventure full of laughter and new friendship.Sr: Srećni što su jedno drugo pronašli usred minulih vekova, otišli su svako na svoju stranu, a Kalemegdan je tiho svedočio početku jedne neobične priče.En: Happy to have found each other amidst past centuries, they went their separate ways, and Kalemegdan silently witnessed the beginning of an extraordinary story. Vocabulary Words:charms: čarifortress: tvrđavalifelike: realističnomotionless: nepomičnoimagined: zamišljalaimportant: važanmaintain: zadržiacquaintance: poznanikperformance: performansimagination: maštuencounter: susretpeculiar: neobičanconfusion: zabunelaughter: smehseperte: odvojewitness: svedočioextraordinary: neobične

Fluent Fiction - Serbian: Statuesque Surprise: A Belgrade Encounter Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.org/statuesque-surprise-a-belgrade-encounter Story Transcript:Sr: Bilo je to jednog prolećnog dana u centru Beograda.En: It was a spring day in the center of Belgrade.Sr: Sunce je milovalo krovove starih zgrada i činilo da Sava i Dunav sjaje poput ogromnih ogledala.En: The sun caressed the roofs of old buildings and made the Sava and the Danube shine like huge mirrors.Sr: Jovan i Ana su odlučili da prošetaju do Kalemegdana, kako bi uživali u prvim toplim zracima i pogledali grad sa tvrđave.En: Jovan and Ana decided to take a walk to Kalemegdan to enjoy the first warm rays and to see the city from the fortress.Sr: Dok su se približavali Kalemegdanu, prolazili su pored kafića, prodavnica suvenira i uličnih prodavaca, sve dok nisu stupili na kamene staze tvrđave.En: As they approached Kalemegdan, they passed by cafes, souvenir shops, and street vendors, until they stepped onto the stone paths of the fortress.Sr: Ana je bila oduševljena istorijom i pričala je Jovanu sve o bitkama koje su se ovde odigravale, a Jovan je pažljivo slušao.En: Ana was thrilled by the history and told Jovan all about the battles that had taken place there, and Jovan listened carefully.Sr: Kako su se spuštali niz glavni put, primetili su grupu ljudi koja se okupila oko čudne figure.En: As they descended down the main path, they noticed a group of people gathered around a strange figure.Sr: Figure je naizgled bila statua, prestavešena u starinsku uniformu, stajala nepomično i privlačila pažnju prolaznika.En: The figure appeared to be a statue, dressed in an old-fashioned uniform, standing motionless and attracting the attention of passersby.Sr: Jovan, iznenađen što nije primetio tu statuu tokom prošlih poseta, približio se da bolje pogleda.En: Surprised that he hadn't noticed the statue during previous visits, Jovan approached for a closer look.Sr: Stajao je ispred figure i počeo priču upućenu samoj statui: "Znaš, sasvim si neobičan ovde među zelenilom i kamenom.En: He stood in front of the figure and started a conversation addressed to the statue itself: "You know, you're quite unusual here among the greenery and stone."Sr: "Ana je zastala nekoliko koraka iza njega, zaintrigirana njegovom reakcijom.En: Ana stopped a few steps behind him, intrigued by his reaction.Sr: Ljudi oko njih su počeli se smeškati, gledajući Jovana kako zamišljeno posmatra statuu, čekajući njen odgovor.En: People around them began to smile, watching Jovan as he contemplatively observed the statue, waiting for its response.Sr: Nakon trenutka, "statua" se odjednom pokrenula, izvodeći tečne, gotovo nadrealne pokrete.En: After a moment, the "statue" suddenly moved, performing fluid, almost surreal movements.Sr: Jovan je bio iznenađen, a zatim počeo da se smeje kada je shvatio da je ulični umetnik majstorski glumio kip.En: Jovan was surprised, then started to laugh when he realized that the street performer was masterfully mimicking a statue.Sr: Ana je pridržavala bokove od smeha, a prolaznici su se veselo pridružili.En: Ana held her sides from laughter, and the passersby joined in merrily.Sr: Jovan je nakon prvobitnog šoka, oduševljeno krenuo da aplaudira, pozdravljajući uličnog umetnika za odličnu predstavu i zadivljujuću sposobnost da ostane nepomičan tako dugo.En: After the initial shock, Jovan enthusiastically started to applaud, praising the street artist for the excellent performance and the amazing ability to remain motionless for so long.Sr: Umetnik je zahvalno klimnuo glavom i široko se osmehnuo, a Jovan je iz džepa izvadio par novčanica i ubacio ih u šešir pored performera.En: The artist gratefully nodded and smiled widely, and Jovan took out some bills from his pocket and dropped them into the hat next to the performer.Sr: Smeškajući se i crveneći od zadovoljstva, Jovan je uhvatio Anu za ruku.En: Smiling and blushing with pleasure, Jovan took Ana's hand.Sr: Nastavili su šetnju Kalemegdanom, pričajući o raznim uličnim umetnicima koje su videli i putevima na kojima su skretali u neočekivane avanture.En: They continued their walk through Kalemegdan, talking about the various street artists they had seen and the unexpected adventures they had embarked on.Sr: I tako, večer se spustila na Beograd, a Jovan i Ana su, pod nebom koje se polako obojilo u nijanse ružičastog i narandžastog, odlazili s Kalemegdana, bogatiji za još jednu nezaboravnu priču.En: And so, evening descended on Belgrade, and Jovan and Ana, under the sky slowly turning shades of pink and orange, left Kalemegdan, enriched by yet another unforgettable story. Vocabulary Words:caressed: миловаоKalemegdan: Калемегданthrive: процветалоbattles: биткеapproached: приближилисмоgathered: скупљеноfluid: течанmimicking: глумећиapplaud: аплаудиратиenriched: обогаћени

To Be Human - Part Two: Statuesque. Today, we explore the concept of the image of God in humanity. The "image and likeness" of God were standard statue words used in the ancient Near East, referring to physical representations of deities or kings. How is it that being the image of God is not limited to specific capacities or religious aspects of life, but encompasses the totality of human existence? What is the importance of understanding that humans are meant to be living statues of Yahweh, representing God's presence in the world? What are the implications of the "image of God" for human relationships and the restoration of humanity's image through Jesus? First, we look at an email about the topics of faith, guidance, and discernment in relation to partying, sex, and drinking. What is the importance of a centered approach rather than a bounded approach to these topics? The goal of Christ-following is to become like Jesus and overcome behaviors that hinder our pursuit of Jesus-likeness. And of course, Tim pushes the need for critical thinking and discernment in engaging with culture. As always, we encourage and would love discussion as we pursue. Feel free to email in questions to hello@voxpodcast.com, and to engage the conversation on Facebook and Instagram. We're on YouTube (if you're into that kinda thing): VOXOLOGY TV. Learn more about the Voxology Podcast Subscribe on iTunes or Spotify Support the Voxology Podcast on Patreon The Voxology Spotify channel can be found here: Voxology Radio Follow us on Instagram: @voxologypodcast and "like" us on Facebook Follow Mike on Twitter: www.twitter.com/mikeerre Music in this episode by Timothy John Stafford Instagram & Twitter: @GoneTimothy

Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 1125, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: Lakers 1: Locals in this Upstate New York City know it hosted the 1980 winter Olympics. Lake Placid. 2: Folks on the Nevada border know this lake took its name from the Washoe word for "Big Water". Lake Tahoe. 3: Workers are way above average in ports such as Duluth on this Great Lake. Lake Superior. 4: People walk like Egyptians around this lake formed by the creation of the Aswan High Dam. Lake Nasser. 5: U.N. office workers in Switzerland overlook this lake and have a view of the Alps. Lake Geneva. Round 2. Category: Nyc Authors 1: Walt Whitman, Henry Miller, and Betty Smith's "tree" all grew up in this borough. Brooklyn. 2: Tho he "looked homeward" to North Carolina, he lived in NYC because "You Can't Go Home Again". Thomas Wolfe. 3: James Baldwin called this "the only human part of New York", but left it anyway. Harlem. 4: Mark Twain, Dylan Thomas and Arthur Miller all lived in this famed hotel named for a London district. The Chelsea. 5: The Algonquin Hotel apparently threw this "Borstal Boy" out when he chased the maids thru the halls. Brendan Behan. Round 3. Category: 20Th Century Books 1: "What is fire? It's a mystery", says this novel; "Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences". Fahrenheit 451. 2: In a Steinbeck tale this title object is thrown back into the water after causing trouble. the pearl. 3: Modern Library's pick as one of this century's top English-language novels is this 1969 Philip Roth book. "Portnoy's Complaint". 4: This novel begins on the porch of Tara. Gone with the Wind. 5: Lucy steps into this part of the title in a 1950 tale and discovers a "second row of coats hanging up behind the first". a wardrobe. Round 4. Category: Statuesque Authors 1: Much of her 6th century B.C. poetry is lost, but her reputation as a female writing pioneer remains. Sappho. 2: That's not such an ugly duckling beside the statue of this Dane in Central Park. Hans Christian Andersen. 3: Never mind the "Nevermore",he's been in Baltimore since 1921. (Edgar Allan) Poe. 4: As you might expect, this author's statue is relaxing at the bar in the El Floridita in Havana. Hemingway. 5: The statue of this Victorian author, born Mary Ann Evans, is in Warwickshire, where she set many of her novels. George Eliot. Round 5. Category: Smarties 1: In 1800 William Nicholson managed to break water molecules into atoms of these 2 elements. hydrogen and oxygen. 2: The temperature scale that this Swede invented in 1742 is used pretty much everywhere except the U.S.. Anders Celsius. 3: We'd have much dirtier windows if Louis-Bernard Guyton de Morveau hadn't liquefied this gas in 1798. ammonia. 4: In 1996 Gary Hack discovered the sphenomandibularis, a previously unknown one of these in the face. muscle. 5: Last name of the French brothers who introduced the pneumatic tire for cars. Michelin. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia!Special thanks to https://blog.feedspot.com/trivia_podcasts/ AI Voices used

Connie Macks Page - https://thisdayinbaseball.com/connie-mack-page/Sponsor a Page - https://thisdayinbaseball.com/product/player-page-sponsorship/February 8 Events - https://thisdayinbaseball.com/this-day-in-baseball-february-8/OnFebruary 8, 1956, one of baseball's most prominent figures, Connie Mack, dies at the age of 93 from old age and hip surgery. He was known as “The Tall Tactician” and was baseball's grand old gentleman for more than a generation. Statuesque, stately, and slim, he clutched a rolled-up scorecard as he sat or stood ramrod straight in the dugout, attired in a business suit rather than a uniform, a derby or bowler in place of a baseball cap. He carried himself with quiet dignity, and commanded the respect of friend and foe.After his 11 year career as a journeyman catcher and managing Pittsburgh's National League he became a prominent figure in Ban Johnson's Western League. A founder of the American League in 1901, Mack managed and owned the Philadelphia Athletics from 1901 to 1950, leading the team to five World Series titles and nine American League pennants. The 'Tall Tactician' set records for the major league wins (3,731) and losses (3,948), compiling a .486 managerial mark during his 54 years as a skipper, including his three seasons with the Pirates before the turn of the century.He won election to the Hall of Fame in 1937.Interview with Connie Mack, conducted by legendary vaudevillian Joe Cook on his Shell Chateau radio broadcast of May 29, 1937, in which Mack picks his all-time all-star team and discusses his rivalry with New York Giants manager John McGraw

Connie Macks Page - https://thisdayinbaseball.com/connie-mack-page/Sponsor a Page - https://thisdayinbaseball.com/product/player-page-sponsorship/February 8 Events - https://thisdayinbaseball.com/this-day-in-baseball-february-8/OnFebruary 8, 1956, one of baseball's most prominent figures, Connie Mack, dies at the age of 93 from old age and hip surgery. He was known as “The Tall Tactician” and was baseball's grand old gentleman for more than a generation. Statuesque, stately, and slim, he clutched a rolled-up scorecard as he sat or stood ramrod straight in the dugout, attired in a business suit rather than a uniform, a derby or bowler in place of a baseball cap. He carried himself with quiet dignity, and commanded the respect of friend and foe.After his 11 year career as a journeyman catcher and managing Pittsburgh's National League he became a prominent figure in Ban Johnson's Western League. A founder of the American League in 1901, Mack managed and owned the Philadelphia Athletics from 1901 to 1950, leading the team to five World Series titles and nine American League pennants. The 'Tall Tactician' set records for the major league wins (3,731) and losses (3,948), compiling a .486 managerial mark during his 54 years as a skipper, including his three seasons with the Pirates before the turn of the century.He won election to the Hall of Fame in 1937.Interview with Connie Mack, conducted by legendary vaudevillian Joe Cook on his Shell Chateau radio broadcast of May 29, 1937, in which Mack picks his all-time all-star team and discusses his rivalry with New York Giants manager John McGraw

In this episode there's a new Energon Universe trailer, a new Paramount+ commercial with Optimus Prime, and we've got some feedback from last week about that Cobra Commander review! Order our TransMissions Exclusive Cover Variant of Skybound’s Transformers #1! Want some TransMissions swag? Check out our online shop, powered by TeePublic! Like what we’re doing and want to help make our podcast even better? Show Notes Continue reading The post Alt Mode 374 – Statuesque Beasts appeared first on TransMissions Podcast Network.

In this episode there's a new Energon Universe trailer, a new Paramount+ commercial with Optimus Prime, and we've got some feedback from last week about that Cobra Commander review! Order our TransMissions Exclusive Cover Variant of Skybound’s Transformers #1! Want some TransMissions swag? Check out our online shop, powered by TeePublic! Like what we’re doing and want to help make our podcast even better? Show Notes Continue reading The post Alt Mode 374 – Statuesque Beasts appeared first on TransMissions Podcast Network.

Senator Dianne Feinstein, a woman who broke through numerous political barriers, passed away last night at her home in Washington, D.C. at 90 years old. For more, KCBS insider Phil Matier and former Mayor of San Francisco Willie Brown joined KCBS Radio news anchors Eric Thomas and Nikki Medoro live in-studio.  

With the backdrop of a Monday Night double header we take a look at where the league stands after one week....Adam Wainwright's remarkable and sudden (suspicious?) return to form on his was to his 200th victory...Some road rage safety tips...

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Statuesque beauty Maitland Ward found success as a mainstream actress appearing in Hollywood productions. From Disney programs to daytime soaps, Maitland made an unforgettable impression. The fiery redhead's career evolved when cosplay content creation became a solid revenue stream for her. In turn, that led Maitland to explore erotica. Several award wins later, she has become one of the top performers in the adult industry. Maitland talks about her journey and the release of her autobiographical book - Rated X. Also on the show, Tanya talks about how relationships motivate her. She shares stories about her recent trip back to England and how important it was to connect with family and friends. As careers in content creation can be isolating, Tanya pinpoints the need for a support system to stay grounded. For more about Maitland Ward: https://www.instagram.com/maitlandward For more about Tanya Tate: https://www.youtube.com/TanyaTateTube https://www.patreon.com/TanyaTate The rest of Tanya's links: https://linktr.ee/tanyatatetube

This week, Stormy is joined by special guest Shanelle, where they talk about bar sexuals, hard vaginas, pink nipples, and more!JOIN THE SQUAD!!!!www.patreon.com/ChocolateChipAndSipCheck out the website, become a guest or sponsor at:www.StormyPea.comFollow us at:@ChocolateChipAndSip@StormyPea@BenderFett@KevinMWard12@TheKyleMaackFollow the Guest at:@Statuesque_BeautyIf you are interested in recording and making a podcast, contact Trijam Studio via IG@TrijamStudioThis show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5643448/advertisement

The Athletic's Adam Hurrey and Charlie Eccleshare are joined for the latest edition of Mesut Haaland Dicks by Rory Smith, chief soccer correspondent of the New York Times and author of the new book Expected Goals: The story of how data conquered football and changed the game forever. Among Rory's selections for his footballing fascinations and irritations are Premier League advertising hoardings for quaint local businesses; goalkeepers rooted to the spot as shots fly past them into the net; the unquestioned tradition of having a wall at a free kick and players who claim throw-ins that they know aren't theirs. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Facing crushing disappointment at finding that the statue of Zura cannot be found, Kolo soon begins to experience actual crushing as the doomed Zaoan temple begins to collapse in on itself. It's a deadly race back through the traps with the life of his guide on the line. Buy the Paperback on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08WZGRYB2/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i11 Support this project on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/alexandershaw · Kolo Nash performed by Alex Shaw · Dalesh performed by Shanta Parasuraman · Twain performed by Taher Chy · Dammar performed by Morris Seng Make your decision by Dan Phillipson of Shockwave Sound Panther Soul Theme: Zaad, composed and performed by Jason Bradley Livesay of Shockwave Sound Witch Hunt, Spirit of the Girl, Naraina and Whimsy Groove composed and performed by Kevin MacLeod of Incompetech.com Wuxia Village ambiance from Tabletop Audio And many thanks to Nama Chibitty and Mr Ral 35 for your wonderful and supportive reviews on iTunes. Every single one of those helps us reach a few more ears. The New Century Multiverse is funded by Patreon. Our $15 sponsors get credit every episode so thank you to: Aaron Lacluyze, Abel Savard, Alex Brewington, Angus Lee, Benjamin Hofer, Bryan Novak, Cassandra Newman, Chris Finik, Christopher Wolfe, Ciaran Dachtler, Conar Kennedy, Dan Mayer, Daniel Salgueiro, Dan Hoeppner, Dave Hickman, David Shealy, Finbar Nicholl, Frankie Punzi, Greg Downing, Jamas Enright, Jesse Ferguson, Joe Crow, Joel Robinson, Johan Claesson, Joe G, Josh Wasta, Kat Essmann, Kevin Veighy, Lorraine Chisholm, Matthew A. Seibert, Matthew Webb, Michael Hasko, Robbie Crow, Sarah Montgomery, Teemu Helasharju, Tim Rozenski, Timothy Green, Toby Skeels-Jungius, Tom Painter, Tre Contreras and Valencia Burns.

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This episode is all about Barks' famous "statue building contest." This is one of his more outlandish ten-pagers, featuring an absolutely wild competition between Uncle Scrooge (who opens his purse strings for once, in defense of his title of world's richest man) and the Maharajah of Howduystan! The story also features some neat world-building, in the subject of the statues: Cornelius Coot, founder of Duckburg.

Hour 4: The 9am hour opens with Deontay Wilder receiving a statue of himself, and he's hugging it the same way he hugged Gio. Deshaun Watson gifts a Rolex watch to teammate Anthony Walker for giving up his #4 jersey. Jerry returns for another update. He and Gio are golfing together today. Jerry goes around the NBA from last night's playoff games. Game 5 between the Rangers and Hurricanes is tonight at 7pm. Then he goes around the NHL playoffs. In the final segment of the show, we talk about Jon Gruden vs. The NFL. Someone calls us in the middle of his 600 mile trip to see the Coca Cola 600.

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Are the Mets and Yankees are for real? Find out what my brutally honest thoughts are when you check out the all-new episode of “Sports Urban Legend” airing every Saturday at 11 pm…Starring yours truly…William Rameau and my Co-Host Maccorley Mathieu...Only on BlogTalk Radio and iTunes #sports #entertainment #mlb #aew   YouTube link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8eRWpgpRQNBfFWMbw061PQ   Podcast link options (Live Show Airs Every Saturday @ 11pm) https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/sports-urban-legend/id710516266?mt=2 or http://www.blogtalkradio.com/williamrameau

Our intrepid adventurers continue their journey through Gehenna, where they must evade a pit fiend to rescue the bodies of Gael's mother and his mate. They must rely on wit and speed if they are to have any hope of leaving this place...

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No folk art series would be complete without at least one discussion over the Straffordshire figures. The llamas discuss the history and meaning behind these mantelpieces as well as a profit-making plan. Join us this week on understanding these beautiful statues! For any questions or comments, email us at artdramallama@gmail.com

Yeah, yeah, yeah we still have issues with Tookie, but this isn't an awful book compared to what we've previously read. Mayor McCheese sleep walks and has a dramatic flashback to when her daddy gets his eye poked out. Also the 7Seven (still don't know how to pronounce this) are introduced and we relive our retail nightmares and wish nothing but harm on Creamy. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Eavesdrop on the twins as they talk busts with a man who knows them well. Patina artist Jonathan Kuzma joins Ann and Nancy on this riveting episode from the archives.

This week on THE ONE-INCH BARRIER, we talk about France's romantic drama about love and heartbreak that won at the 39th Academy Awards: Claude Lelouch's A MAN AND A WOMAN. This week's guest is Allen Nguyen, awards enthusiast and creator of The Statuesque. Find us on the internet! Allen Nguyen: @allengu The Statuesque: thestatuesque.net Juan Carlos Ojano: @carlosojano The One-Inch Barrier: @OneInchBarrier You can now support this podcast via Patreon! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/TheOneInchBarrier Music Credits Opening: "Un homme et une femme (Instrumental)" - Francis Lai Ending: "A 200 à l'heure (Instrumental)" - Francis Lai

Bernie & Sid in the morning kicks off your week with a rundown of all the news that you might've missed over the weekend. The disarray within the Democratic party is reaching its boiling point as activists for the massive spending bill's passing are now stalking the Democratic senators that are opposing the bill. Senator Sinema can't even take a peaceful bathroom break without protesters following her into the stall with a camera phone in her face. When you start to impede on any person's, let alone a representative's right to privacy, then you know you've taken things a step too far. These protesters need to check themselves and ask whether or not these invasive tactics are actually helping their cause, because berating a Senator while they go to the bathroom is not the way to get a point across. In other news, Dr. Anthony Fauci will not and cannot stop seeking attention, as now he's saying it's too soon to tell whether or not gathering for the holidays will be appropriate. Most everyone is ready to move on from the living hell that was this pandemic, but the only reason we can't is because people like Fauci won't let it end. He needs to take several steps back and let us decide for ourselves whether or not we want to gather for the holidays. Also, Vice President Kamala Harris rears her ugly head for a power-walking session, Rand Paul puts his hat in the ring for the smartest man in the senate, and the George Floyd statue wouldn't have been vandalized if it was never erected in the first place. Rich Lowry joins the boys in the second hour of today's program, and Constantine Maroulis checks in for an entertainment report in the final hour. As always, don't miss Lidia Reports and this Monday edition of The Peerless Boilers Beat Bernie Contest.

With Sergio Agüero getting a statue at Man City, we discuss another two players who deserve a statue...Vardy & Keane!! - Martin Tyler is sampled in our theme music (00:34) - City planning 3 statues for Kompany, Silva & Agüero (02:36) - Leicester needs a statue of Jamie Vardy (15:15) - Does Roy Keane deserve a statue at Old Trafford? (26:18) - Ryan Giggs hairy chest would make a statue difficult (33:34) - Keane's stoic features would make a great statue (35:45) - Mo Salah or Marv from Home Alone? (39:56) Rate, review, share on Spotify, Apple Podcasts and SoundCloud. Join the conversation on Instagram @linesmenpodcast. We've been The Linesmen!

In episode 11, Preston is joined by Layla (LaLa) Bender to discuss the topic of Stoicism and the (unplanned) subject of therapy. Side conversation they stumble upon include: Gingers, control issues, appropriate-ness, Mean Girls Mathletes, apathy, lecture halls, war hero memorials, agreement with nature, sticking it to the man, impulses, Father Jamoo, societal advancement, Cadbury Cream Egg McFlurries, criminology, Emperor Nero, manipulative emotions, life in the very 1st century, indifferent things, dogs in wheelchairs, and the difference between egalitarian and equestrian (because they are not the same). ----- Thanks for listening to this bonus episode for Back Of The Class! If you'd like bonus content, exclusive merchandise, and other fantastic rewards, head over to patreon.com/botcop If you liked what you heard and wanna stay informed, you can check out our socials INSTAGRAM: @backoftheclass.pod TWITTER: @botcopPod --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/jordyn-preston/message

In this episode, Keturah speaks with singers, composers, and directors about the words and collaborative spirit of librettist, Gene Scheer.In order of appearance:Efrain Solis (https://www.efrainsolis.com/)Frederica Von Stade (http://www.fredericavonstade.com/)Emily Fons (https://www.emilyfons.com/)Jonathan Lemalu (https://jonathanlemalu.com/)Morgan Smith (https://www.baritonemorgansmith.com/)Stephen Costello (https://stephencostellotenor.com/)William Burden (https://www.opus3artists.com/artists/william-burden/)Jake Heggie (https://jakeheggie.com/)Leonard Foglia (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonard_Foglia)Pieces with a libretto by Gene Scheer mentioned in this episode:American Anthem (https://youtu.be/RIGnlIymhUU)Cold Mountain (https://operawire.com/opera-profile-jennifer-higdon-gene-scheers-cold-mountain/)Everest (https://dallasopera.org/performance/everest/)For A Look Or A Touch (https://jakeheggie.com/for-a-look-or-a-touch-2013/)If I Were You (https://jakeheggie.com/if-i-were-you-2019/)It’s A Wonderful Life (https://jakeheggie.com/its-a-wonderful-life-2016/)Moby-Dick (https://jakeheggie.com/moby-dick-2010/)Statuesque (https://genescheer.com/project/statuesque/)Three Decembers (https://jakeheggie.com/three-decembers-2008/)To Hell and Back (http://genescheer.com/project/to-hell-and-back/)

Andy, Nish and Nato reflect on the global Black Lives Matter movement, the chaos in the USA and why people are going mad about statues.We are funded entirely by Buglers! Support The Bugle. We carry no ads and exist because you make it happen: http://thebuglepodcast.com/#donateWe have a sister show, The Last Post, which you can hear here. Follow us on YouTube or Insta and see parts of this episode with actual video.The Bugle is hosted this week by:Andy ZaltzmanNish KumarNato GreenAnd produced by Chris Skinner. FUB. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

In Episode 130 Marty and Marc both welcome new guests to the show! Marty has a chat to Mathew Owens and learns about Infinity the game in Japan. Marc then has a chat to David Pereira from Busy Mind Collectibles. David discusses the design process for bringing the new Infinity sculptures to life and answers some listener questions. If you would like to get in contact with Marty or Marc please send your queries to marty@whitenoisepodcast.com marc@whitenoisepodcast.com Thanks as always to our generous Patrons at www.patreon.com/whitenoisepodcast If you would like to enter our Season 12 rule or Narrative story contests please send your completed entries to info@whitenoisepodcast.com Show Outline: Introduction and Announcements (Ben and Marty): Start – 10:30, Marty and Mathew: 10:30 – 1:07:11, Bridging commentary (Marc and Jenna): 1:07:11 – 1:12:21, Marc and David: 1:12:21 – 1:58:48, Marc and Jenna (Outro): 1:58:48 – End Music used in the show includes: “Slow Energy” by Young Rich Pixies “Taking Some Inspiration” by Stanley Gurvich “Freedom” by Rex Banner “Shout Out” by Theevs “Malibu” by Boheme “Sunglasses” by Rex Banner “Leave the Garage” by I Am Fowler “A Text Away” by Other World If you’d like to check out Vaul SC’s league TTS final between Killerwales (YuJing) vs Dev (TAK) this will be played on Saturday 25 of April, around 7pm East Coast Australia time. https://www.twitch.tv/vaulsc The Busy Mind Collectibles Kickstarter is now live and ends on April 28th. If you’d like to check it out please do so at: http://kck.st/3cjELms

Connie Macks Page - https://thisdayinbaseball.com/connie-mack-page/ Sponsor a Page - https://thisdayinbaseball.com/product/player-page-sponsorship/ February 8 Events - https://thisdayinbaseball.com/this-day-in-baseball-february-8/ OnFebruary 8, 1956, one of baseball’s most prominent figures, Connie Mack, dies at the age of 93 from old age and hip surgery.  He was known as “The Tall Tactician” and was baseball’s grand old gentleman for more than a generation. Statuesque, stately, and slim, he clutched a rolled-up scorecard as he sat or stood ramrod straight in the dugout, attired in a business suit rather than a uniform, a derby or bowler in place of a baseball cap. He carried himself with quiet dignity, and commanded the respect of friend and foe. After his 11 year career as a journeyman catcher and managing Pittsburgh's National League he became a prominent figure in Ban Johnson's Western League. A founder of the American League in 1901, Mack managed and owned the Philadelphia Athletics from 1901 to 1950, leading the team to five World Series titles and nine American League pennants. The 'Tall Tactician' set records for the major league wins (3,731) and losses (3,948), compiling a .486 managerial mark during his 54 years as a skipper, including his three seasons with the Pirates before the turn of the century. He won election to the Hall of Fame in 1937. Interview with Connie Mack, conducted by legendary vaudevillian Joe Cook on his Shell Chateau radio broadcast of May 29, 1937, in which Mack picks his all-time all-star team and discusses his rivalry with New York Giants manager John McGraw  

Humanity had found a home in a GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY. At first there had been peace between the SENTIENT RACES, but then there came a WAR BETWEEN WORLDS, and WAR BETWEEN RACES and now humanity's LAST BEST HOPE lies with the crew of THE IRON ANGEL, and the most stunning creature in the galaxy, the BEAUTIFUL, BEGUILING, STATUESQUE, DANGEROUS GLAMAZON.This is a space opera LIKE NO OTHER.This is IRIDESCENCE.Welcome to Episode 15 of Iridescence. A Strange Pleasures Radio Lab production, written and narrated by Robert Knight.SUPPORT THE PODCAST ON PATREON https://www.patreon.com/user?u=26917120AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE https://www.amazon.co.uk/Robert-Knight/e/B07WH3QCML/ref=dpbylinecontpopebooks_1Itunes https://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/iridescence-a-strange-pleasures-radio-lab-production/id1484553895Spotify https://open.spotify.com/show/6evMMVsXmbWI6XICYLem3G?si=NZNLuR8CQKKChxzy1VG5bQStitcher https://www.stitcher.com/s?fid=476198&refid=stprLuminary https://luminarypodcasts.com/listen/robert-knight/iridescence-a-strange-pleasures-radio-lab-production/fab61f57-b7bd-4101-aeaf-2ba3305b17acWebsite https://iridescence-a-strange-pleasure.pinecast.coTwitter: @LabStrangeSupport Iridescence: A Strange Pleasures Radio Lab production by donating to their Tip Jar: https://tips.pinecast.com/jar/iridescence-a-strange-pleasureFind out more at https://iridescence-a-strange-pleasure.pinecast.coThis podcast is powered by Pinecast.

SARA KATE WILKINSON finds LOVE AT FIRST DANCE (2018) leads to: Cat intercourse ... THEME ... It's a beautiful day in Hallmarkia ... Rockin' pneumonia ... Pleasant and frictionless ... Pretty movie ... The Expositional Challenge ... Prescribe more air horn ... BREAK ... Plot in 15 Minutes: Inoffensive meet-cute conflict ... Swedish New York aristocracy ... Gorgeous business fiancée ... Niall Matter Appreciation Station ... Busy time for the market ... You take care of the flowers ... How to hold a cat ... Pond standing ... Hallmark Get off the Fence ... This woman is brave as hell ... Real-dancer butt differential ... BREAK ... Spot the Angel: Mutual muses or nothing! ... Classic Lines: Becca Tobin, tiny, in-character clothes and pretty; Adriana's false wedding-dress anxiety; Frank Gehry dress; sweet friends, no ulterior motives; matter, Niall mind; off-the-rack suits, shapeless tie; athlete-ass couture; boater-ass vibe ... Eat Your Heart Out: Cake tasting in a food desert; pastry turducken ... Hallmark Expanded Universe: Surly wedding planner from The Convenient Groom; dead Beetlejuice case worker vs. Very Very Valentine and Summer in the City ... Statuesque women ... BREAK ... Overdetermined: Writing your own book jacket; friendly, decent and sexless; I just want company at this point ... Crossover: Dancing movies and class distinctions; Waaaarriiiiorrrrrrs; what is the timeline here; frictionless rich-people problems; it was handed to me; Whit Stillman's Metropolitan ... Making your brokerage underwrite your plays ... Rating: 3.5 ... It *is* boring ... BREAK ... Plugz! ... The Leftovers: Nothin' but A names ... I. Am. Delivering. ... IMDB dive ... GOOP self-care capitalism ... Parking on the right side in London ... Making Sara Kate defend Buble ... Reading the Economist ... Not co-habitating ... Let's f*ck ... Merry Christmas! ... • MUSIC: "Fuck You If You Don't Like Christmas," from Crudbump, by Drew Fairweather • "Da' Dip," by Freak Nasty • "Big Bottom," by Spinal Tap • "Candy," by Dag • All other music by Chris Collingwood of Look Park and Fountains of Wayne, except: "Orchestral Sports Theme" by Chris Collingwood and Rick Murnane

Statuesque features, jaw-dropping stealthAplomb emanates - no poker face tellsSashaying down the walk of the catFirmly insouciant. Parties To Crash

On the eve of Albert Pujols' return to St. Louis for the first time since signing with the Angels after the 2011 season, Los Angeles Times national baseball writer Andy McCullough, a former Missouri Sports Writer of the Year winner, joins Best Podcast in Baseball host Derrick Goold to discuss what he's discovered about Pujols' legacy while visiting Mound City. Hint: There's a statue of Pujols waiting for a home. The two baseball writers also discuss the conversion rate on wins in the National League West to wins in the National League Central, and why McCullough sees a better team in the Cardinals than maybe the standings imply. There is also a rant about a GM that compared himself to brain surgeons and a discussion about the modern game of baseball. McCullough makes a good point about what baseball has above other spots -- and how it's missing the chance to market and maximize that trait. The Best Podcast in Baseball, brought to you by Closets by Design of St. Louis, is a production of StlToday.com, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, and Derrick Goold.

It's easy for me to admit I fell in love with this woman at some point a long time ago. Like so many others, I still have much love for her even now. Phyllis captured me with that beautiful voice and captivating beauty. My "Sophisticated Lady". The One who has the amazing ability to make me remember, recall, reminisce, reflect and forget, leaving behind those sad days and difficult times. Rather instead I found solace in and coolin' with Phyllis and those collabs with Pharoah Monk, McCoy Tyner, Norman Connors and Michael Henderson. This tribute recalls the amazing class and beauty of Phyllis Hyman, a star whose light faded too early and tragically. Depression and cocaine were her demons and her suicide left us devastated, asking, ourselves How and Why? This mix takes me back to the eve of our meeting at the legendary Blue Note in NYC. I sat at her feet next to the stage and gazed up at this statuesque beauty, even taller with her signature headpiece. Post performance I was blessed to present her with a dozen roses. Definitely one of my life's most memorable moments. Many years later I can feel that night and recall my nervous sweaty palms. I smiling because she left me with something....a few special precious moments in time. My preference here is to play her ballads, some of which may be more unfamiliar and obscure so for some you may be hearing new grooves. That's alright. Believe me, it's all good! So here it is...hoping to see you again angel. Maybe we can Meet On The Moon. If you loved her like I did, drop a comment or two below. ***INTRO*** Here's That Rainy Day But I Love You Falling Star The Answer Is You No One Can Love You More Hold Me Somewhere In My Lifetime Be One You And I I'm Truly Yours Give A Little More Obsession Groove With You Betcha By Golly Wow Can't We Fall In Love Again When I Give My Love This Time Hurry Up This Way Again Old Friend I Refuse to Be Lonely Meet Me On The Moon

Sybil Danning is a goddess of 80s action film cinema. Statuesque and vivacious, she featured in such films as "Howling 2", "Battle Beyond the Stars", "Chained Heat" and "Reform School Girls". Wendi and guest host Brian Kirst of "Big Gay Horror Fan" have a fantastic time listening to her tell Hollywood stories about working with people like Arnold Schwarzenegger and Clint Eastwood, wrangling Klaus Kinski, the behind the scenes work of producing your own films, writing her new comic book "Ruger", and being a feminist icon. She conveys a wonderful positive spirit of encouragement! Don't forget you can buy some super cool "Double Page Spread" merch with the Lil Cappy or Lil Dreddy logos at www.doublepagespread.threadless.com This podcast is part of the Taylor Network which is a home to many great podcasts all available on the Taylornetwork feed on iTunes, Stitcher radio and Google Play.

 Sybil Danning is a goddess of 80s action film cinema. Statuesque and vivacious, she featured in such films as "Howling 2", "Battle Beyond the Stars", "Chained Heat" and "Reform School Girls". Wendi and guest host Brian Kirst of "Big Gay Horror Fan" have a fantastic time listening to her tell Hollywood stories about working with people like Arnold Schwarzenegger and Clint Eastwood, wrangling Klaus Kinski, the behind the scenes work of producing your own films, writing her new comic book "Ruger", and being a feminist icon. She conveys a wonderful positive spirit of encouragement! Don't forget you can buy some super cool "Double Page Spread" merch with the Lil Cappy or Lil Dreddy logos at www.doublepagespread.threadless.com This podcast is part of the Taylor Network which is a home to many great podcasts all available on the Taylornetwork feed on iTunes, Stitcher radio and Google Play. Brought to you by www.blackphoenixalchemylab.com purveyors of decadent, romantic gothic fragrances based on some of your favorite books and RPGs. As well as www.dcbservice.com, where you can find many of the Marvel and DC books as well as support indie creators all at deep discounts. 

Only a very missing kid can reconcile this fabulous father and son duo.Our theme music is Jograssi by Milk Jooce, it can be found at https://milkjooce.bandcamp.com/If you enjoy the show, please consider supporting us at https://www.patreon.com/jojosworld

Producer: Mike Greenwood www.wakewood.co.uk — Music: Glenn Marshall

Still in the sewers under Shade's Old City, the party follows Barrin's amulet deeper into the winding passageways. What further dangers and antics await them? What single skill check brings one of our heroes in danger of death? Join us and find out in this extra long episode! Intro music by Abysmii. Find his stuff here: https://soundcloud.com/abysmii Cover art by Christa Miesner, more of her stuff at bonesandberry.com

Once upon a time, in 2016 there was an election held between two ill-qualified Presidential candidates. Did either destroy the world? Stay tuned. #DNC #Hillary #corruption #statusquo #firstwomanpresident #2016election

Thomas and Rupert Nevins drive to a Quonset hut to pick up the wooden pieces for assembling the do-it-yourself recording sound booth. Also inside the Quonset hut, is something that catches Thomas's attention. For more info please contact slumberlandpodcast@outlook.com Written, recorded and performed by Tom Mansell. The sound design in this episode owes thanks to Freesound Project contributors Alvinwhatup2, martinimeniscus, freesoundjon01, eelke, hintringer, zaneclampett, robinhood76, loveburd, rambler52, kemitix, bsung88, kineticturtle, meatleg, and Jovica. Thank you for listening to Slumberland!  

Brian and Corey are all over the board on this week's podcast as they experienced a little (read: more than a bit) technical connectivity issues.  They discuss the new Journey collectible statue, Iwata's funeral, the Commodore PET, Shenmue 3's Kickstarter results, your EA Account and more. We're looking for your feedback!  We need topics and your comments.  Tweet us through the podcast, or to Corey or Brian.  Or there's always through email at StartingPointFeedback [at] gmail dot com.

Brian and Corey are all over the board on this week's podcast as they experienced a little (read: more than a bit) technical connectivity issues.  They discuss the new Journey collectible statue, Iwata's funeral, the Commodore PET, Shenmue 3's Kickstarter results, your EA Account and more. We're looking for your feedback!  We need topics and your comments.  Tweet us through the podcast, or to Corey or Brian.  Or there's always through email at StartingPointFeedback [at] gmail dot com.

In which we are reminded to play territory management carefully lest we get lost in abundance.

In which we are reminded to play territory management carefully lest we get lost in abundance.

In which we are reminded to play territory management carefully lest we get lost in abundance.

Things aren't always what they appear! How many times have you thought one thing only to find out it was something else? I'm sure this has happened to many of you and also I'm just as sure that if you had known all the facts, you would do whatever you could to change a bad thing and turn it into something good. Well faith and reality are in many ways these things. They seem one way and yet are even many times something more. More to the liking to most, unless you are stuck. Stuck in a rout that is. So what side are you on? The side that lives life by faith or the side that is stuck in this worlds reality? We all have to come to grips with the limitations of this world and when we weigh each circumstance we experience against the other, we can and will find the the right way to turn our lives and have real change and power over our destiny. The group will discuss how they were going in their life and then to what gave them the understanding and power to turn their lives around. We all will and or have faced challenges, but how they define us is all up to us... See you at show time right here on the Christian Warrior Network of Celtic Cross Radio.

Maeve Taylor can be seen standing outside the Custom House, Dublin for the past 60 years. (A short Irish documentary from RTE Radio, Ireland.)

Statuesque 5'7" blonde beauty Sybil Danning reigns supreme as one of the sexiest, most dynamic, and commanding actresses to achieve cult B-movie queen status. Born in Austria as daughter of US Army major and Austrian mother she grew up on army bases in New Jersey, Maryland and Sacramento, CA.. Sybil started as a model then film debut as the ... See full bio » May 24, 1952 in Wels, Upper Austria, AustriaBorn: --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/gruesome-hertzogg/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/gruesome-hertzogg/support