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On this week's episode of Female Gaze: The Film Club, Morgan is joined by director Tatyana Tenenbaum and producer Brighid Greene to discuss their documentary film, "Everything You Have Is Yours." The film follows dancer and choreographer Hadar Ahuvia as she interrogates the Israeli folk dances taught to her by her mother. Hadar embarks on a reckoning with the mythologies of her youth and confronts the romanticized stories of her grandparents who were settlers of Palestine in the 1930s. Hadar's journey is woven with other artistic portrayals from Jewish, Israeli, and Palestinian dancers in New York City. In their conversation, Tatyana, Brighid, and Morgan discuss the film's construction from the earliest days of production through the editing process, the threads of the film along with Hadar's evolving story, and how their philosophies of documentary filmmaking translate in "Everything You Have Is Yours." You can follow the film, "Everything You Have Is Yours"InstagramWebsiteYou can book a screening of "Everything You Have Is Yours" here.You can follow Female Gaze: The Film ClubInstagramBlueSkyWebsite

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Ángel Stanich se encuentra en pleno estado de gracia con las nuevas melodías y con las nuevas letras que están dando forma a sus nuevas canciones, En este podcast estrenamos el tercer adelanto de su nuevo disco, "Poquita fe", el crossover de dos series de épocas diferentes: Poquita fe (2023- ), con el personaje de José Ramón, encargado por Raúl Cimas, y Autopista hacia el cielo (1984-1989) con Jonathan Smith, interpretado por Michael Landon. Los arreglos y la producción son sublimes y también se estrena en Turbo 3, con Julio Ródenas. Aparte, escuchamos "No Tiene Sentido", el regreso de 091, la nueva producción de Fred Again.. junto a BIA y a la londinense Tatyana.LA LA LOVE YOU - La Mitad de la MitadELYELLA, LA LA LOVE YOU - Que Nada Nos Pare (Lo Más Importante)EXSONVALDES - Tired of EverythingFred again.. x BIA - Feisty Rooftop Live [Fedes Roof, Naples]TATYANA - What Can I DoGUITARRICADELAFUENTE - Babieca!ALIZZZ - Ya No Siento NadaBARRY B - Monster TruckANABEL LEE - Harto de ParedesBIZNAGA - El EntusiasmoLUZ CASAL - Nada Es ImposibleTHE LEMON TWIGS - I've Got A Broken HeartTHE ANIMEROS - Ponchote de RitmoÁNGEL STANICH - Poquita FeNIÑA POLACA - La Codicia y Capital de las Fuerzas Extranjeras091 - No Tiene SentidoEscuchar audio

A l'occasion de la sortie de la compilation Dihya curatée par Paloma pour le label ApplauseUne fois n'est pas coutume, les invités de ce soir - Paloma Colombe et Tatyana Jane - se prêtent à l'exercice de retracer en musique les différents stades de leur vie. Qu'écoutaient-elles à 10-15-20-25 ans ? De Missy Elliott à Sophie Ellis-Bextor en passant par Drake, c'est aussi l'occasion pour les deux artistes d'évoquer leur parcours (plutôt atypique) et sur ce qui les a menées à devenir DJ/productrices. Elles étaient par ailleurs reçues ce soir dans le Nova Club pour présenter la compilation "Paloma Colombe presents Dihya" (dont la sortie est prévue le 28 novembre avec une release party au Point Éphémère), initiée par le label marseillais Applause (et sous l'impulsion de Matteo, son fondateur) et curatée par Paloma Colombe. Solidement ancrée dans son époque, la compilation est pensée comme une exploration de la scène percussive 2.0. Animée par la volonté de faire porter les voix minorisées dans l'industrie musicale, Paloma Colombe y réunit 11 artistes (dont Tatyana Jane) issu·es de ces communautés. La direction musicale est sans équivoque : chaque morceau puise son énergie club dans la richesse des patterns de drums et la puissance des rythmes syncopés.Tracklist : Paradigme — La FemmeNuage Gris — Marlon Magnee Big Daddy — Tems Day in The Sun (Gettin' wit U) — De La Soul, Q-Tip & Yummy Bingham Work It — Missy Elliott Murder On The Dancefloor — Sophie Ellis-Bextor Ask the Angels — Patti Smith GroupDo Me — P-Square Inner City — Big Fun (12'' Mix)Energy — Drake Sidi Mimoune Gnawi (feat. Souad Asla) — Lemma Bar a Thym — Kerri Chandler Crash Test — Paloma Colombe That's It — Tatyana Jane Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

The Time Riders: Part 16 To further the science. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. There was a knock at the door and Valentina came in, pushing a silver cart in front of herself. "Thought it might be time for refreshments," she chirped, her cheerful brown eyes not at all fazed by the scene in front of her. She looked at Becky. "I figured you might find some electrolytes handy, so I have green smoothies, strawberry-banana smoothies, coconut water, and OJ. That should fit the bill, right?" "Thank you so much, Val," Becky said, not at all bothered by being naked in front of this girl. Clearly it wasn't out of the ordinary, so she didn't care. Not to mention she'd referred to Mike and Karen as 'Master' and 'Mistress', so there was more to her employment than met the eye. Nanu was staring at Val's outfit again, making Val giggle. She left the cart and approached the tiny Egyptian girl now, smiling. "Watch this, Nanu," she said before pulling her arms into her chest and doing on spin, her short skirt flaring out and twirling around her, revealing her tiny black panties. Nanu clapped excitedly, her eyes wide with delight. "Great, now she'll want to own one of those outfits," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry for the fib I'm about to tell about you, Val." She looked at Nanu. "It's a pretty outfit, yes, but it's a slave's outfit, darling." The Egyptian girl blinked. "She is a slave?" "Can't you see the collar she's wearing?" Becky pointed out, indicating Val's black lace choker, with the glittering white stone on the front. "She; is a slave to the gods?" Nanu murmured, lapsing into thought about that before looking back at Becky. "Well, that doesn't sound so bad, does it? We should become their slaves." Karen broke down giggling, hiding her face in her husband's massive arm and kicking her feet cutely. Mike just smirked while Becky sighed and rolled her eyes. Valentina had no idea what had just been said, but based on her employers' reactions, whatever it was hadn't panned out as Becky intended. She decided to make herself scarce. "scuse me, servant stuff to do," she chimed, doing a curtsy before leaving and closing the door behind her. Nanu sat up, straddling Mike's waist and trying to figure out why the goddess was laughing. "Really?" Becky groused, giving Nanu a sour look. "I rescue you from slavery, and you decide to volunteer for it because it's these two?" "Do you blame me?" Nanu said with a shrug. "As long as I get fed and fucked, this seems like a good life with pretty clothing." "You do not need to be a slave for us to do that with you, Nanu," Karen pointed out, caressing her arm. "Well, nobody's fucked me yet," Nanu announced, trying to pout rather unsuccessfully. "What good is being a free woman if it doesn't get me cock when I need it?" "I see food and sex are her two primary drivers," Mike mused. "And possibly revenge," Becky added, watching as Nanu reached behind herself and took hold of the currently soft cock and began massaging it. "If you see her whispering into her palm, shit's about to get real. Honey, that might not be a good idea." "They said I don't need to be a slave to fuck them," Nanu replied, still stroking and now fingering herself, as if to get ready. "I want to be fucked." "Let the chips fall where they may, I guess," Becky said, sitting up and moving around the bed to join Karen. Soon, they were in a sapphic tangle, limbs wrapped around one another and kissing deeply. Nanu watched while she stroked the god's cock, slowly bringing him to life. Karen was on top of Becky now, sitting up and straddling with their legs scissored and their wet pussies kissing. She began to squirm her hips, and Becky did the same, groaning in pleasure. "Hmm, missed this too," she murmured. "As did I," Karen sighed, pulling Becky's leg up so that it was braced against her with her toes in the air. They slowly slithered together, nether lips mingling, clits brushing against one another. They were both wet enough that they could hear their lovemaking. The god was hard now, and Nanu was determined to do this right. She moved backward and pushed up as tall as she could on her knees, her cunt directly over the huge cockhead. She pressed against it and moved around, making sure she was good and wet. She felt the tip just push her lips apart slightly, and inched her way down. She bit her lower lip as the pressure increased, feeling a very slow penetration. She gasped and shuddered as the head went inside, stretching her in a way she hadn't felt before, except with a fist. There was an audible, wet and almost gristly 'pop' noise, followed by another from somewhere inside her hips structure as she sank down and sat very still. Becky and the two professors looked at her somewhat curiously. "Nanu?" Becky asked. "You okay, darling?" The tiny girl didn't respond, still staring off into space, her eyes unseeing. Finally, a single tear was trickling down her cheek. "Oh, well done, Ramrod," Karen said rather sarcastically to her husband, still looking at Nanu. "Even if you didn't break her in half, she's still going to have hip dysplasia." "I didn't make her do it," Mike pointed out. "I hope we have a wheelchair around, though." The Egyptian girl finally opened her eyes, slowly, and took several deep breaths, her palms resting on the god's muscular abdomen. She looked up at the ceiling, puckering her lips and making sucking sounds as she tried to center herself. She trembled as she pushed up on her knees, starting to move, and then shook almost violently as she sank back down. She squeaked and then whimpered, going still. Then she repeated the process, taking it slow. "Well, I'll be damned," Becky mused as she watched, still grinding her cunt against Karen's. "She actually did it and didn't kill herself. She'll be trying to sit on fire hydrants next." Nanu didn't make it more than three strokes up and down before she clapped her and over her mouth and screamed into it, her entire body shaking as she came. Once she'd recovered, she began moving up and down again, a little faster, determined to have at least one more orgasm before she died. She straightened her torso and kept moving up and down, her eyes closed and a shameless moaning escaping her lips. She lasted a little longer this time, but still ended up clamping both hands over her mouth and screeching, almost convulsing before she simply wilted, collapsing forward on to the god beneath her, eyes wide open but unseeing, chest heaving as she tried to breathe. "Determined little thing, isn't she?" Karen mused, looking on, even while she made love to Becky. How she'd missed this feeling with her favorite student. "You'd have to be, to survive what she did pretty much her whole life," the blonde replied with a sigh, undulating beneath her teacher. "She's such a sweetheart, but she surprises me sometimes with a brutal mercenary streak. And her morals are; decidedly different from ours." "Noted," Karen said before leaning down and kissing Becky heatedly, squashing their tits together. They were swallowing one another's tongues, grinding and girl-fucking their way to bliss, until Becky wailed into Karen's mouth, cumming hard. Karen followed moments later, bathing Becky's cunt in her sticky essence. They wrapped themselves up in one another, kissing deeply and just enjoying the shared post-orgasm bliss. It had been too long, and Becky would do her damndest to make sure that didn't happen again. She almost giggled through the kiss as she thought about the fact that she had access to a time machine, if she really needed to see to the issue. She and Karen rolled themselves together into Mike's side, snuggling into him while Nanu seemed quite content to simply remain motionless on top of him. Given that she was almost bolted down to his cock, she might not have had much of a choice in the matter, mind. "You okay there, Prof?" Becky asked, smirking up at him while she caressed her other idol. "Might've been a while since I've been in anyone quite this tight," Mike replied, smiling and pretending to wince, as if being clamped inside Nanu was somehow painful. "Excuse you, sir," Karen chimed, trying to sound indignant, but failing as she giggled. "Am I to understand I am not tight enough for you?" "You're the perfect amount of tightness, Gordon, and you know it," the huge blond man said, reaching over and caressing his wife's ass cheeks. Karen purred contentedly at the contact, snuggling into Becky even more. Becky sighed, because she loved watching the profs together. She'd never seen two people more desperately in love, or more perfect for one another. "So is it just you and Nanu in your little arrangement?" Karen asked, looking down at her student and gently poking her nose. "Well," Becky began before offering a weak smile. "It's complicated?" "Given what a hard time you had earlier, perhaps I shouldn't be surprised," mused the older woman, smiling kindly. "Are you hiding another girl from elsewhere in the world?" "No," Becky said, blushing. "I;” If she couldn't tell these two, who could she tell? "There might be an angle with one of my students," she confessed. "Rebecca Nightingale Fischer," Karen said, her smile becoming a smirk. "You and a student? You naughty girl. Not that Michael and I are in any place to judge, of course." "Don't I know it," Becky giggled. "Yeah, there is. Or there will be. I don't know how to explain it." "One of those moments again, clearly," Mike said, his other hand stroking down Nanu's back. She looked positively tiny on top of him, like a kitten gone to sleep. She was stirring and slowly coming back to life. "Don't try too hard, Rebecca." "Yes sir," she said rather reflexively, but she also enjoyed the little tingle she always got from obeying him. "Mark and I, and Nanu, will be a thing by the time summer rolls around." "M-ark?" Nanu mumbled tiredly, almost yawning. Had she fallen asleep? "What about M-ark, Mistress?" "She calls you Mistress, hmm?" Karen observed. "It looks like I'm not the only one with a kitten on my hands." Becky blushed. "She; insists she be allowed. I've tried to break the habit, no dice." She looked at Nanu now. "I was just explaining about waiting until the summer before we will be seeing Mark." "You get to see him all the time at school," Nanu pointed out. "But you say you can't fuck him. I hope they understand, because I sure don't." "Nonlocal measurement," Karen said, listening to the two younger women speak in Latin, although she was talking to her husband. "Low-entropy probability that falls outside the Born System." "And deterministic despite a Dirac constant and equation," Mike said before he chuckled and began sitting Nanu up straight. She shuddered and gasped deeply, seeming to have forgotten that she was speared on him. Her eyes were wide as she stared down at where her cunt was split wide apart by his massive erection. She didn't seem to be able to process anything like that fitting inside her. "Christ," Becky muttered, shaking her head. "I'm supposed to be a physics teacher, and I have no damn clue what you two are talking about." "Ultimately, determinism," Mike replied, letting Nanu try to adjust. "I remember teaching you the concept." "And I remember the lessons," Becky sighed. "Never thought they'd be applied to me personally. I keep forgetting you two are religious." "I think it's pretty much a given that you, my dear, are meant to study quantum crystallography," Karen cooed, stroking the blonde's cheek. "So of course, Michael and I will teach you everything we know, and will help you further on that path. You were, without question, our most gifted student. This is your chance." "What's everyone talking about, Mistress?" Nanu asked, shifting around her hips to make sure they weren't actually fractured. "You're talking in your stupid En-gush." "Nanu, we'll speak Latin so that you're not left out," the goddess said gently, reaching over and stroking the Egyptian girl's thigh. "We were asking Rebecca if she wanted to come and teach with us soon, instead of staying where she is." Nanu considered and then looked at Becky. "Mistress, I think you're very smart, but I'd think you were very stupid if you didn't take this offer. And take M-ark with you, maybe it'll make him less stupid." "I guess that settles it," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "I can't refute those points." "This Mark of yours sounds like a real charmer," Karen teased, finally sitting up and then clambering off Becky. She moved aside while her former student sat upright, rotating her neck and stretching her shoulders. "He must be a demon in the sack if you're willing to put up with his apparent lack of intelligence." "He's not stupid, he's just; he doesn't find applying his brain power all that agreeable, except to get himself out of trouble," Becky explained. "As for him being a demon in the sack, he's not bad, but; well, I'd been going through a dry spell when this all happened." "There is no excuse whatsoever for you to be going through a dry spell, young lady," Mike told her, sitting up and still keeping Nanu in his lap. But she squeaked when he turned her around, still nailed to him by his cock, which felt like it was battering her rib cage from below. Her eyes were wide as she just sat and listened. "You're every bit as attractive as you are intelligent, Rebecca, so if you're experiencing a dearth of sex, that's just you being difficult." "It's hard to find partners who measure up," Becky grumped. "Except for Nanu, of course." Nanu sniffed and nodded righteously, happy to be included in whatever the fuck they were all talking about. She was used to being ignored as a slave, she had no intention of being ignored now that she was a free woman. "You'll come to the housewarmings, yes?" Karen asked. "The third and the fourth weekends of this month." "You're having two housewarmings?" Becky asked. "Why two?" "One is the official housewarming, where I take over as head of the Blackwell elder line and its operations," Karen replied. "The one the following weekend is of a more fun and; well, risqué nature. The invite list for that is much more select. You and Nanu simply must come to both." Becky turned her head to look at Nanu. "Did you understand all that, my love?" Nanu thought about it. "Karen is becoming Mistress of this palace and there are two celebrations, one official, and one that is; naughty. She wants us to come to both." She leaned forward toward Becky now, her look an imploring one. "Can we please, Mistress?" "Of course we can!" Becky laughed gaily. "I wouldn't miss this for all the gold on earth!" More joyous laughter, and they all embraced one another, finding partners and beginning the lovemaking again. Another hour later, the Byron Lounge. "I'm really hoping you like this," Becky said as she poured the wine into her host's glasses. Mike and Karen were sitting on a large chesterfield together while Becky and Nanu were in a smaller loveseat across from them. The table the glasses were on was in the center. "You'll probably find it very unique." "It's potent, I can already tell," Karen remarked, watching her student pour. "The nose is quite powerful from here." "Interesting color for a white wine, too," Mike added, noting the distinct amber tint to the liquid. His wife was right, it was strong. It almost stung the olfactory senses and poured like a syrup. Even Madeira wines were lighter than this. The maderizing process must have been unusually acute. Becky handed each of her companions a glass and then sat down next to Nanu. The three women all looked at Mike, expecting him to lead the toast. He nodded and held up his glass. "Dignitas amicorum pie zeses vivas." Karen nodded and repeated the toast, but in English, the only time Nanu ever considered the language divine and lovely. "Worthy among your friends! Drink that you may live. May you live." The bouquet was sharp, certainly, and Mike guessed the alcohol content was well north of fifteen percent. The wine was clearly meant to be sweet, but the robust body was definitive. This wine must have been aged longer than Becky had been alive. Where had she gotten it from? He glanced over at his wife, who had an even more acute nose and sense of taste than he did, and she was examining her glass quietly. Karen was rolling it around inside her mouth quietly, letting it play over her refined palate. Her eyes caught his, and they knew what the other was thinking. Becky and Nanu watched quietly. It was always fascinating to Becky how these two operated. "That's an Aglianico grape, I'm sure of it, even though I have never had one quite like that," Karen mused. "It's been aged in clay," Mike agreed, nodding. "For a long time. The hangovers must be murder." They both looked at Becky, who smiled hopefully. She wanted them to like it, but also hoped they wouldn't ask more questions she couldn't answer. She was doing her best. "Rebecca, I'd like to have Jordan and Tatyana try this, may I call them in?" Mike asked. She nodded and he bipped his smartwatch, asking the former seneschal of Blackwell Manor and its current one to join them. They came in together some minutes later, while Mike and Karen were still discussing the wine. "You rang, my friend?" Jordan asked, while Tatyana nodded her head respectfully. Jordan saw the bottles on the table, noting the amber color. "Is that a Malvazia wine? Very strong, I can feel it tickling my nose from here." "With Rebecca's permission, we would like for you two to try this," Karen suggested, standing and walking over to a small cupboard from which she retrieved two more glasses. "It's quite unlike anything either Michael or I have tried, and I thought we had a very broad palate by this point." Karen poured two small glasses and brought them over to the pair. Jordan, who had been the Blackwell estate sommelier for decades, and Tatyana, its current sommelier, both examined the amber libation curiously. Jordan put the cup to his lips and sipped it. Tatyana did as well, the only reaction from her being her eyes narrowing slightly. "That is very unique, I must say," the older man said finally. "It reminds me a Sangiovese in some ways, but; more primal somehow?" "It is an Italian wine, I think," Tatyana added. "But unlike any I have tried before." "It's what I imagine a Falernian wine would be like, if the genuine article thing still existed," Karen posited. "But those methods are lost. We only know them from poetry and accounts of Roman historians, such as Galen and Pliny. This is; wondrous to try." Becky sighed slightly, relaxing. She was so worried about running into time lock that it was a relief she'd managed to let them actually taste the wine. The profs knew something was up, that she couldn't help them, and they would just have to figure out as much as they could on their own. Was she meant to have done this? Was it Fating? She banished the thought from her head, she would drive herself crazy. She was here to have fun with the two people who had made her who she was, and to share that joy with Nanu. To her delight, Nanu seemed to be acclimating well, even if she was in awe and fear of these 'gods'. Mike looked at Becky now. "This must have cost you a pretty penny, something this unique." Becky smiled. "I can manage more, if you want. As many bottles as you like. Just don't ask how or why." "Fair enough," Karen said, looking over at her husband. "And we just found our drink of choice for that toga party we discussed." Mike laughed and Becky giggled. Poor Nanu. She escapes slavery from Imperial Rome, only to end up in a time period where dressing like the patricians who enslaved her was the height of chic at a party. Rome was clearly the eternal city in more ways than one. And this one time, wining about it was a good thing. Later that afternoon. "Mistress, look at all these men," Nanu said quietly, as if the portraits and busts they were walking by could hear her. She could've sworn some of them were staring right at her, their eyes following her movements. "They are all rather frightening to me." Becky nodded as she walked hand-in-hand with Nanu down the Hall of Ancestors. "I remember the first time I saw them, my love, and they intimidated me as well. They are the ancestors of my professor, going back almost a thousand years." Nanu seemed rather surprised, and a little wary. "They're all gods?" Shit, how do I explain this without breaking her mind? Becky wondered rather wearily. "They all have the same hair like the god, maybe lighter, and the eyes," Nanu observed, still speaking quietly, so that the numerous men didn't hear her. "I can't tell if they're as big as he is." Okay, extra complication there as well. "No, my love, they are the ancestors of Karen," Becky explained, knowing this wasn't going to get easier. That revelation gave Nanu paused. She stopped and looked up at Becky now, almost frowning. "But they look like him, not her. They have the same straw hair and the eyes the color of the sea." She looked down at the ground now as she tried to parse out what her Mistress was telling her. "But her eyes are the color of his hair; maybe they are brother and sister?" Now Becky's eyes widened. "Well, if Iupiter and Iuno were brother and sister but also husband and wife, why can't these two be?" the Egyptian girl reasoned. "They gave birth to all the gods. But; where are these gods now?" She gestured broadly at the hallway and the gallery of busts and portraits. "Nanu, I; I don't know," Becky confessed, trying not to falter in explaining. "I've never met them, honestly. I met the father of Karen, that was it." She pointed to an imposing portrait of Jonathon Blackwell, Karen's father, which hung on the wall not far from them. "And where is that god now?" Nanu asked. Becky hadn't done herself any favors by mentioning she'd met other 'gods'. She tried distraction now, pointing at a large open space nearby on the wall. "Look, that is where the portrait of Karen will go, once she is officially head of her fa; of the pantheon." Well done, Fischer. Nanu looked at the empty space. "So the goddess will be the supreme ruler? What of the god? She seems to obey him, why will he not be up there?" This was getting harder and harder. Becky squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think of a remotely plausible answer. What a rotten moment for time lock to not interfere. "He is from a different family of gods, my love," she said finally, giving up. She didn't have the mental strength to overcome Nanu's fantasies. "A line of mighty ones, but that doesn't mean that she won't rule her own family. She may obey him, but she is their leader." It was true, just massively out of context. "So we are invited to the festival that sees her become ruler?" Nanu asked in wonder. "We are very important, aren't we?" It was finally a question Becky could answer honestly. She smiled and caressed the younger girl's cheek. "Yes, my love. We are very important to them. That's why they want us there." "What does the goddess' name means, Mistress?" queried Nanu. "Karen. It is so unusual to me." Another smile. Becky knew this tidbit, because she had laughed with her mentor about it so many times over the years they'd known one another. "Her names means 'Purity', my dear." Another wry face from Nanu. "But she fucks like Venus, Mistress. I'm not sure 'pure' is the best way to describe her." Becky restrained a giggle. "And the god? What does his name mean?" Becky happened to know that one as well, since the name was common enough. "His name means 'godlike', or 'like unto a god'." "Well at least that one makes sense," Nanu admitted. They continued walking, with Nanu gaping at just about everything. Mike and Karen were seeing to a small matter, and had suggested that Becky take Nanu for a stroll around the estate. Becky had to think about what might catch her attention, and what she'd even be able to understand. She'd already shown Nanu the service elevator, and the young woman was stunned how the tiny room could bring her to different places at the simple push of a button. Food always interested Nanu, but if they were staying for dinner, she could keep the little glutton out of the chef's way for a few hours. Glenda showed them the garage, with all the exotic and rare cars. Nanu seemed especially taken with the huge jeep and the bright red Countach. They found Ari in what was apparently an arcade (rich people, go figure!), and they watched while he played Street Fighter IV. Nanu looked on in fascination as Ari controlled the little man inside the box, making him beat up another little person. Before she got overstimulated and bloodthirsty (Becky was beginning to suspect that violence and sexual arousal were quite mated in Nanu's psyche), they went to find something else to look at. Soon, they found themselves in the compassion greenhouse. The rather pungent odor hit them the moment they opened the door. Nanu wrinkled her nose and pinched it shut with her fingers. "They grow asterion, Mistress?" she asked, her voice sounding funny before she was keeping her nose pinched shut. "I remember it from the house of my Flavian masters. We made ropes and rugs with it. They would bake the seeds into cakes. The cakes made me feel tired." Becky nodded. "It's a recreational substance in my time. They grow all sorts of things here, some of which will be very new to you." "I will get tired if we stay in here," Nanu said. "Just from the smell of the plants." Tempting, Becky thought, but ultimately decided against it. There was still lots to do, after all. They toured some of the other greenhouses before heading back into the Manor. In the foyer, they ran into two young women. Becky stepped up to greet them. "Hi, I'm Becky, this is Nanu," she said, shaking their hands. The rather buxom brunette seemed very pleasant, although Becky could already tell she was a bit of a space cadet. The other one, a shorter girl with honey-blonde hair in a pixie cut, was lean and athletic, her hazel eyes observing everything. "Hi, I'm Jeanie," the brunette said cheerfully before looking at Nanu. "Oh, wow, look how pretty you are! I'll bet you're a big hit with all the boys, aren't you?" She bent her knees slightly, resting her hands on them so she was closer to Nanu's eye level. "And what grade are you in?" Becky restrained a giggle-snort, declining to translate for Nanu. The Egyptian girl looked up at her, a rather confused expression on her face. "What's the stupid girl asking me?" she wondered. "She just said you're very pretty and all the boys must love you," Becky selectively answered. "Well, she's right about that, at least, so maybe she's not completely stupid," Nanu sniffed. "Sorry, Jeanie," Becky said, turning her attention back to her new associate. "Nanu doesn't speak English, we speak Latin to one another. So unless you speak it too, I'll have to translate for you." "Oh, yeah, no," Jeanie replied, shaking her head. "Fre'n' me barely speak English, so I guess you're on duty for us with the Latin stuff." "Hey now," the pixie-haired girl said, giving Jeanie a look before also stepping forward. She was wearing some chinos and a tank top, her jacket thrown over her shoulder. She shook Becky's hand. "Hello, I am Freja. We have been hearing about you both, I am honored." She smiled at Nanu now. "I am happy to meet you, Nanu." Becky translated, but Nanu didn't seem to hear what she was saying, since she was focused on Freja. The Danish girl was not much taller than her, but also had tiny tits, barely worth mentioning. She was smirking as Freja put out her hand, and instead of shaking it, she simply put her hands on her hips and pushed her chest forward slightly, thrusting out her tits. Freja faltered somewhat at the sight of them on display like that. "Anyhows," Freja said, turning her attention back to Becky, even if her wife was still staring at Nanu's chest. For a tiny girl, she had a huge rack. "Jeanette is my wife, we are pleased to be making your acquaintances. You ams staying for dinner?" Becky nodded, ignoring the fact that Nanu was turning slowly left and right, showing off her bust in profile. "The profs convinced me to come work as a Physics teacher at the uni. Do you two go there?" "Yes," Freja confirmed. "Jeanette is in Health and Nutrition Sciences, and I ams at the Skule." "Ooh, an engineer," Becky breathed, smiling. "Love it! You'll probs end up building a lot of the equipment I need in order to; Nanu, stop that, you brat!" She nudged the smaller woman with her hip since Nanu was cupping her tits and squishing them together. Either one of her tits was much bigger than both of Freja's, and clearly the girl was self-conscious about it. This was no doubt some leftover competition and survival trait in Nanu, finding advantage in whatever form it came. Given how she'd been mocked the other night at the bar, maybe she shouldn't be surprised. Still, she couldn't let her behave that way. "Jeanie, honey," she said, smiling at the other half of the married couple. "Would you mind taking Nanu and finding her a bathroom? I want to pick your wife's brain about something with engineering." "Oh, a hundred p," the brunette said, nodding and taking Nanu by the hand. "How'd you say 'Let's go pee' in Latin?" Becky couldn't believe she was saying this, but obliged. "Eamus mingere." "C'mon, Nanu," Jeanie said to the confused Egyptian girl, leading her off. "Eat a moose lingerie." "Even for her, that was nowhere near the close," Freja sighed as she walked along with Becky now. "I just wanted to get Nanu away from you, she gets competitive," Becky said. "Sorry about that. She was raised as a slave, so she has a survival mode about not being the smallest and weakest." "And my tits, they are smallest and weakest," the Danish girl muttered. "Oh, I think they suit you just fine," Becky said helpfully, taking Freja's hand and giving it a squeeze. "'sides, I kinda want to get a look at the rest of you without Nanu around, you look pretty muscular." Freja smiled. "I works out a lot, I guess. I played fodbold, your soccer, and also field hockey. I do some martial arts as well." "Ooh, tell me!" Becky said, pulling Freja into an unused lounge. "Tell me what you take and I'll tell you what I practice." Freja put down her coat and stood there, letting Becky see her body, although she still had her clothes on. Her shoulder muscles were obvious, but she lifted her tank top enough to show up her segmented and rock-hard abs. "I ams having a black belt in Grace Jujutsu, as well as Kenpo, and I also know Fujian White Crane. What do you practice?" "Krav Maga," Becky replied, lifting her own shirt enough to show off her smooth, firm midsection to her new friend. "Started quite a few years ago, mostly to blow off any sexual frustration, and to deal with guys who get too handsy, you know?" Freja smiled and nodded. "I believe you, for you are very well sexy-built. But we should spar, I would love to try myself against your Krav Maga." "I would love that too, Freja," Becky purred, her smile becoming sensual. "Win or lose, gonna love it. But haven't you tried sparring with the big man before?" "Once," Freja said, shaking her head. "He literally squashed me like a bug. I lasted three seconds and he just squashed me." Becky giggled. "He was the one who began teaching me Krav Maga, and every time I spar with him, I get squashed too. I think of them as sex injuries, you know?" Freja laughed. "Jeanette and I, we fuck the profs occasionally, so yes, I understand. We are lovers to them, and to their son and his wife, Karen's younger sister, Alexandra." "They were telling me about that whole arrangement, but I'm gonna need time to sort it out," Becky admitted. "It sounds like it was a helluva year." "I met my wife and married her because of Alex and Alexandra," Freja said, shucking her tank top now and just leaving her tits exposed. She didn't mind. "And what I can guarantee you, Rebecca, is that when you see Alex and Alexandra together, it will make you very happy." "Honey, I don't doubt that one bit," Becky said, pulling her own shirt off and then unhooking her bra. In a bathroom down the way. "See, this is pretty nice, right?" Jeanie said, sitting on the ornate but comfy chair, her chin on her hand while she looked at Nanu, who was simply sitting on the toilet with her pants around her ankles. She'd already managed to go pee, but apparently this stupid girl hadn't noticed and was still talking to her. "Li'l bit of girl bonding time, right?" "You really are dumb, aren't you?" Nanu said, trying to keep the snide tone out of her voice, in case the stupid girl tattled on her to Mistress. "I'm done going piss, now what?" "Oh, I've got an idea," Jeanie said rather eagerly. She pulled her shirt over her head, and then quickly undid her bra, letting her tits fall out. Nanu's eyes widened for a moment as she stared. They weren't the largest she'd ever seen, the goddess' were certainly bigger, and her Mistress' probably were too. But this dumb girl wore them well, and she clearly didn't mind showing them off at a moment's notice. "Now show me yours," Jeanie said, pointing at Nanu's shirt. The Egyptian girl shrugged and peeled off her shirt, and the stupid bra thing underneath, leaving her as exposed as her companion. Jeanie nodded approvingly as she assessed Nanu's tits. "Nice, we can have a lot of fun with those," Jeanie said, getting up and coming to kneel in front of Nanu now. She put her hands on Nanu's tits and fondled them, feeling around and giving them a good squeeze. "Yeah, these're primo, babe. Well done." Nanu didn't have a damn clue what the dunce was saying, but her tone indicated she liked Nanu's tits, and as a result, Nanu was getting groped. She didn't object at all. "Mind if I?" Jeanie asked, not waiting for an answer before leaning in and starting to swirl her tongue around one of her new friend's nipples. Nanu shivered and gasped, decidedly not objecting to this treatment. She hadn't been fucked in over an hour, so this was a good start. She reached forward and groped the brunette's big tits, liking how heavy they felt in her hand. She could feel herself getting wet, and wanted to do things with this girl now. "Hmm, new and better idea;” Jeanie said, pulling back and standing up long enough to go over to a closet and pulling out a large, plush towel. She remembered they were in there after her unfortunate encounter a few weeks earlier with the neighbor kid, who turned out to be necrotic, or narcosomic, or something. She laid the towel out on the marble floor, and then smiled at Nanu, patting the towel and indicating she should lie down. Nanu got off the toilet and laid down on her back as instructed, looking up at the dumb girl. Jeanie smiled and crawled partially over the smaller girl, her tits now hovering over Nanu's face, the nipples touching her nose. She eased down some more until Nanu could get one of the nipples in her mouth easily. Nanu began licking, tonguing and sucking readily. "Hmm, Jeanie for the win with the good ideas," the larger girl sighed, now craning down and beginning to suck and lick on Nanu's ample tits, the two of them losing themselves in the moment. Neither would feel the need to come up for air any time soon. Back in the other room. Becky grunted and strained, lying on her back and hands flexing against the floor. She was pushing with her hamstrings and her ass muscles, sweat streaming now from her nearly naked form. All she was wearing were her thong panties, and it still felt like she had too much on. Freja was lying opposite her, also just in her thong. They both had one leg in the air, locked against each near the ankle, and they were pushing hard, trying to overpower one another. It had been some time since Becky had engaged in a good bout of (the unfortunately named) Indian leg wrestling. Becky gasped and groaned, wondering if Freja was in as much discomfort as she was. She had the height advantage, a longer leg, so presumably more leverage, but Freja was very strong, her body a little bundle of muscle, which Becky had not appreciated until they'd decided on this little contest and they both stripped down. Whatever she lacked in the tits department, Freja made up for in the powerful ass department. Becky wouldn't be surprised if the little Danish girl could crack walnuts open between those cheeks. She heard Freja moan, taking heart that her opponent was working as hard as she was, although they remained in a deadlock at this point. If she couldn't overpower Freja, she'd simply have to hope to outlast her, until Freja's muscles were jelly and she gave up. They hadn't really decided on what the prize was for whoever won, but she held no doubt they'd both enjoy it. "Uh, fuck;” Freja rasped, her leg trembling every bit as much as Becky's. "You ams strong, like Alexandra or Andrea." "I'll take that; as a compliment;” Becky panted, her warm skin slick against the floor. She hoped she didn't stain the marble, she'd have a hard time explaining that to the profs. "You're really damn strong too, babe;” After almost two more minutes of straining and groaning, the strength of both women gave out at the exact same moment. Their legs bent and collapsed down, both of them breathing heavily, supremely tired from the contest. They slowly rolled onto their sides, almost going fetal as they tried to catch their breath. "That was; very difficult;” Freja managed to say. "I'm not gonna like walking on that leg for a week," Becky replied, thinking about the amount of grapefruit juice she was going to be drinking to deal with the lactic acid buildup in her leg and ass muscles. She hoped she wouldn't have to chase Nanu anywhere. "I guess it was a tie?" "Next time, we will make it a sexfight," Freja breathed, thinking she'd need a forklift to get her upright. "That will be easier on my body." "You have a deal, Fre;” Becky said wearily, hoping the profs didn't find her like this. Thankfully, the muscle pains subsided relatively quickly and easily, even if she knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. She found Nanu with Jeanie, and they both seemed much more refreshed and cheerful than her and Freja. She had a sneaking suspicion as to why. Nanu hadn't been in Freja's presence more than three seconds before she thrust her chest forward again, making sure the Danish girl knew who the mayor of Titty-Town was, even if she wasn't quite so blatant about it this time. They'd all gone to the kitchen so that Becky and Freja could rehydrate themselves a little. Freja was just drinking bicarbonate in water, whereas Theresa supplied Becky with her grapefruit juice. Nanu and Jeanie were drinking milk, and the two girls giggled at one another while they downed their glasses. Jeanie and Freja excused themselves, needing to get back to their condo. Jeanie hugged Nanu, making sure they squished their tits together, then did the same with Becky, although perhaps not quite as familiarly. Freja hugged Becky and then took a chance on hugging Nanu to say goodbye. Nanu accepted the hug, but made sure she pressed her tits right into Freja's reminding her who was in charge. Freja sighed, and they made their exit. "Miss Fischer, Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne will meet you in the Spencer Study now," Tatyana said, entering the room and nodding. "They apologize for the delay, things are just rather busy right now." "Well, what with finals coming, and the big ol' housewarmings, I'm not surprised," Becky said cheerfully, taking Nanu's hand and allowing Tatyana to take them to the aforementioned Spencer Study. Inside, Mike and Karen were sitting on a long, ornate chesterfield. Becky strolled in and sat down on a loveseat just across from them, joined by Nanu. Once again, the Egyptian girl seemed to be keeping her eyes averted. "I hope you don't mind, Rebecca, I thought we might continue having more of your delightful wine," Karen said, pouring some glasses. "I'm glad you like it, and especially glad that you aren't asking questions," Becky answered, relieved that her mentors seemed to genuinely understand her predicament, even if they couldn't understand her predicament. "I promise, I'll scare up some more for you." They were happily discussing Becky's future employment at the university, with Mike and Karen almost teasing her with tempting tidbits about all the latest research into quantum crystallography. Nanu listened quietly, understanding nothing, but knowing that whatever was being discussed was important. It was about making her Mistress happy, and nothing was more important to her than that. Well, getting fucked was as important, but clearly she could have both, so why quibble? Soon enough, they were joined by another person, whom Becky and Nanu turned to meet. A tall, young, and incredibly handsome blond man strolled in casually, wearing an infectious grin that Becky would recognize anywhere, even if she hadn't met him some years ago. He was so very obviously a DeBourne. Nanu's eyes went wide again, and she trembled in fear. "There you are, child-mine," Karen said as Alex walked into the study. "You remember Miss Fischer, yes?" "Of course," he said, smiling genially as he walked over to where the guest was sitting with another, smaller and exotic-looking girl. She stood up and he shook her hand, which was firm, friendly, and warm. A definite turn-on. "It's good to see you again, Ms. Fischer." "Oh, God, call me Becky, please," she said, trying to not blatantly ogle her professors' son. He was so much like Mike, only distilled into a more human-sized form, with enchanting electric blue eyes that radiated humor. But there was also a cool aloofness beneath, if he cared to let it be seen, and that was something he got from his regal mother. "You've grown up, Alex, and you were a lady-killer when you were just thirteen, I recall." "Well, everyone kept sayin' you were too old for me, so I had a wait a few years," he quipped, making her laugh. "Who's your friend, Becks?" Becky shook her head, since his new name for her reminded her of Mark. Still, it gave her a tingle when Alex said it, so she didn't exactly mind. He was more than free to keep calling her that. "Alex, this is Nanu. She's staying with me for the foreseeable future." Alex was going to shake Nanu's hand, but instead she slipped down to her knees, staring up at him in reverent awe before dropping her head to look at the floor. She began speaking quietly, her voice little more than a mumble. Alex raised an eyebrow before glancing over at his mother and father, who were still sitting on the large chesterfield. "Is she speaking Coptic? That's Coptic, isn't it? I don't speak that one yet." "Maybe if you were an elder of the church and showed a little more liturgical piety," Karen sniffed, holding her wine glass as she watched and assessed her son and his reactions. "Nanu is from very small-town Egypt, but she speaks Imperial Latin." Becky watched on, intrigued as he looked down at her again. "Please get up;” he instructed in the language of Imperial Rome. Nanu stood, but kept her eyes averted, even while he was addressing her. He smiled at her. "Nanu, I'm Alex. My full name is Alexander." She dared to look up at him again. He was a head, shoulders, and half a chest taller than her. She barely cleared his dad's abdomen. But she was certainly stacked for such a small girl. She had the build of a dancer, except with big tits. "The conqueror is named after you," she said in a hushed tone. "Alexander;” Alex looked back at his parents and Becky. "Does she think I'm a god? She's clearly not Muslim or Syriac Christian." "We haven't quite figured out what she makes of us," Mike replied, his deep voice from behind her making Nanu almost shiver and squeeze her eyes shut. This had been quite the day for her, and she'd met three gods now. How many people could say that? "Well, better you guys spend time thinkin' about it than me," Alex concluded, kneeling down so that he was eye-level with Nanu, taking her hands and smiling. She trembled at the touch. "Welcome to my home, Nanu;” he said cheerfully. She looked like she might faint. Her heart was thundering in her chest again, and she felt dizzy. "I hear you're due to get married, Alex," Becky mentioned, taking the pressure off Nanu before she just expired right there on the Persian rug. "Your aunt?" "Yep," Alex said, rising while gesturing for Becky and Nanu to sit again, which they did, Nanu somewhat unsteadily. Becky gave her some water while Alex eased himself onto the chesterfield next to Becky. Half a second later, Valentina brought in more drinks. Becky smirked at the steaming blue beverage waiting for Alex. Apparently it was some nerdy thing called a 'Romulan Ale'. "Mom's sister that I'm named after. "I take it you've heard the whole crazy story?" "Crazy stories seem to be the theme of this past year," Becky agreed. "Damned if I can get into mine, though. I am looking forward to meeting her as well, though. Your mom and dad have mentioned her over the years, the fact that she was missing from your lives. She and your grandmother were gone by the time I knew them." "Speaking of my baby sister, would you happen to know her whereabouts?" Karen asked, looking at her son. "She went with Aunt Jen to the pub while I was in class," he replied, nodding to Val in approval as he tried his drink. "Aunt Jen had a bunch a followers, so she took them all for a drink." "Meaning it'll somehow magically happen on my tab," Karen muttered while Mike patted her shoulder. "When was that?" "Alexa only had a half day, so they're probably almost home by now," he replied. "Aunt Jen really likes Theresa's coq au vin." He looked at Becky and Nanu now. "You two staying for dinner? Theresa makes killer food." "Well, your chef's bologna hasn't had any disastrous effects on Nanu's digestive tract, so I assume fresh poultry ought to be fine," Becky mused. "Nitrates and preservatives are the enemy, eh?" the young man laughed, once again reminding Becky of his father and giving her a tingle. They finished their drinks and Mike and Karen agreed to take them on a small tour. Becky was rather interested in the energy-saving measures, like the solar panels and the thermochromic windows. They were all touring the temperate produce greenhouse (called the 'Orangerie') some while later when two people joined them. "We're back, and we're not even hammered," the tall, gorgeous blonde chimed musically, the air of the room lightening with her presence. Even the resident butterflies of the Orangerie seemed to dance about when she was near them. She walked right up to Becky and hugged her. "You must be Becky! I've heard a lot about you." "I've heard a lot about you too, but I never would've believed anyone could be as stacked as your older sister," Becky replied, happily returning the squishy hug. "Let me introduce Nanu. Unless you speak Coptic, you'll need to speak Latin to her." "Hi, Nanu!" Alex almost sang as she knelt and hugged the shorter girl. Nanu's eyes looked like they might just spring out of her head before she swooned, not even having a chance to get on her knees and avert her eyes. "I'm Alexa!" "A; leks...a;” the Egyptian girl murmured as the tall, blonde goddess finally released her. She didn't go to her knees, she simply gazed at Alexa in quiet awe. This had been quite a day for her, even by her standards recently. "And I'm Jenny, lovey," the countess said, walking over and giving Becky a hug. "Chuffed to have you around. Have the lord and lady of the manor made their proposal to you yet?" "They have, and I've accepted, countess," Becky replied, enjoying yet another squishy, sexy hug. She had no doubt she'd end up fucking these two women eventually, if not Alex. She'd never had sex with a countess before, just a French noblewoman that she was reasonably certain was her own ancestor. "I could use the pay upgrade, certainly. Gotta pay for the classes to keep this bod toned somehow." "Delighted to hear it," Jenny said cheerfully, the two women still holding one another by the waist as they smiled at each other. Mike and Karen looked on, trying not to smirk. "And you're quite lovely, my dear. Certainly it won't hurt to' "Oh my gosh;” Alexa breathed, looking at the floor as an epiphany shivered through her. She looked up at Becky and Jenny. "We've gotta do that." "Do what, darling?" Jenny asked, looking at her but still holding Becky, their hips touching. "Well, look at us," Alexa said, coming over and inserting herself into the small hug, which was now a three-way. "Three tall, gorgeous blondes; we need to form a clique, or a union or something." "I've never belonged to a union," Jenny mused. "I've never not belonged to a union," Becky added. "Don't think I've been in a clique, though." "Yeah, but where's this ever happen?" Alexa said, pointing at each of them in turn. "Three natural blonde goddesses all together, none of us made of plastic or silicone; we're the world's most awesome and exclusive clique." "A Trinity," Alex added rather unhelpfully. "Yes!" Alexa said loudly, turning and pointing at Alex in excitement while Karen favored her son with a sour look for encouraging this. "The Trinity! That's it exactly!" She took Becky and Jenny by the hands and began pulling them out of the Orangerie, confusing the butterflies. "C'mon! We've gotta go take pics to celebrate our formation;” "Take care of Nanu for me," Becky called back, getting pulled along in Alexa's wake, as was the countess. The girl was frighteningly strong when she was exited; Becky would be amazed if even Andrea was stronger than Alexa. "Feed her or something', that'll keep her occupied." Nanu watched her Mistress disappear with the golden-haired goddess with the giant tits, along with the other woman. Seconds later, the three gods she was left with all turned to look down at her. She stared back at them awkwardly for a moment before opening her mouth and pointing at her gullet, then licking her lips and rubbing her belly. She looks like Nibbles the Mouse from those old Tom and Jerry cartoons when she does that," Alex observed. "Well, let's go see if Theresa can scare up some more bologna for her," the golden-eyed goddess named Karen mused, holding out her hand for the Nanu to take. "Ba-lo;” Nanu said eagerly as she followed Karen out of the Orangerie. "Ba-lo;” Soon enough she'd be eating again, and hopefully someone would fuck her. She hadn't anticipated anything like this happening to her, and she owed it all to her Mistress and the god-machine. It was a good day to be Nanu Tehemet. A study on the third floor. "Okay, so," Alexa began, herding the two women into the room and then closing the door for privacy. "This is gonna be awesome, the world's most elite clique." "It would be nice to belong to something Kat cannot dominate," Jenny mused, nodding. "What does our clique do?" "Just exist to show off how wonderful it is to be a blonde goddess," Alexa reasoned, rubbing her hands together and then assessing them both for a moment. "I mean, we're gotta spread the truth, right?" "Good enough for me," Becky declared readily, watching Alexa go over to a closet and pull out an expensive-looking camera and tripod. "Lotsa pics in various states of dress and undress?" &l

The Time Riders: Part 15 Modern Servitude Compared To Ancient. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Mooredale Secondary. Becky was pinching her eyes as she listened to one of her students try to explain how light was both a wave and a particle. He was saying 'umm...' so often that she began to think she was listening to the Prime Minister. Well, that wasn't fair, the PM was a Gen X'er, it was kind of their thing and all of them did it, with a few notable exceptions. "Thank you, Cory, please sit down before you hurt yourself," she sighed, sitting up straight while the students all snickered at Cory. He sat, blushing. Becky put her glasses back on. She didn't need them, but she thought it helped with the image she meant to convey. "People, I gave you this assignment over two weeks ago, and you need to be able to articulate this on your final exam. Does anyone know how to answer this question?" Becky groaned inwardly when Gina Felton put her hand up. She gestured resignedly for the student to stand. "Light acts or can be measured as a particle or a wave depending on when and how you try to observe it," the smarmy student began. Becky, along with most of the students, just shut their eyes. The bell didn't ring soon enough for Becky's liking, but she needed to get these twerps out of here. "Don't forget, assignments on radiation due tomorrow!" she called after them while they all hurried out of the classroom. She wished she actually kept a bottle of whiskey in her desk drawer sometimes. Mark had avoided looking at her as he left, as if trying to dodge a velociraptor. Thank God she couldn't get out of eventually giving him a passing grade, because he definitely didn't deserve anything more than a Z-minus. "Another day with the peerless minds of the future?" she heard Kay drawl from the door. "Don't worry, babe, moron students have always been a thing. Do you know about a TV show called 'Welcome Back, Kotter'?" "Yeah, I used to watch reruns of it with my dad was I was little," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "These kids aren't funny enough to be Sweathogs, though." "Maybe, but you get through to the ones that count," the older woman said, strolling in and pulling a chair around to sit in backward, straddling the seat and resting her arms on the back. "They can't all be thick as shit, can they?" "Most of them are in your classes too, so you have the same info I do," muttered the blonde, removing her glasses and rubbing her temples. "They really took it out of me today, I can't wait to get back home so that Nanu can f' She pursed her mouth shut and stopped talking. She looked at Kay, who was smiling slyly. "I knew it," the teacher breathed, wagging a finger. "You do have something going on with Nanu, you're bi, Fischer." "Fine," Becky said, rolling her eyes. "It's preferable to having everyone thinking that I'm boffing Simmons in any event." "None of the gals would blame you," Kay said coyly, smirking. "Besides, if you're looking after that Nanu girl for the rest of her life, looking after you is the least she can do." "Gross, Kay," Becky said, frowning. "She didn't trade in being a slave to become a prostitute. I want her to thrive." "Just keep her from singing," laughed her co-worker. "Ya' gonna bring her out again to our next bitching fest?" "She'll want to go, as long as there's food and Zeppli," Becky said, standing now. She needed to get out of here. "We have a play date this Friday, actually, with my profs from university." "Oh, wow, you mean the Viking god and the zillionaire heiress you told us about?" Kay queried. "Lucky bitch. Can you take pics?" "Probably not the sort of visit one takes pics of, or at least doesn't share," Becky pointed out, gathering up her things from the desk. "It's going to blow Nanu away, I'm pretty sure." "Ya' wouldn't need to be Nanu the slave to be blown away, trust me," Kay pointed out. "In any event, don't forget the audit tomorrow. The suits are coming in to make sure we're teaching the right way and being inclusive about grades." "I am so fucked;” Becky grumbled, stuffing her cellphone in her purse. Home. "So what new and exciting things did you do today?" Becky asked as she sat Nanu down for dinner. They were trying meatloaf in gravy tonight, along with mashed potatoes and steamed carrots. Nanu was almost drooling as she looked at the food. "I tried some of your toys out," Nanu said, waiting while Becky put butter on the carrots. "I got scared and quit after trying to use one of them." "Let me guess, the egg?" Becky mused, smirking. Nanu nodded. "I thought that one might freak you out. Don't worry, I'll show you how to use all of them safely, and then you'll love them. What else did you get up to?" "I followed your instructions about using the lapp-topp," Nanu continued, poking the mashed potatoes with her fork. It smelled good, but looked like lumpy white shit. How strange. But Mistress had them on her plate too, so Nanu was clearly missing something. "I looked at pictures of Kana-da, and of Rome, and of my home;” "Rome probably doesn't look anything like you remember it," Becky said, sitting down finally and pouring wine for each of them. It was actually Falernian wine she'd brought back with Mark from their initial visit to Imperial Rome, where they'd first met Nanu. She intended to bring a bottle or two along for the playdate on Friday. Nanu nodded. "It is all ruins. The mighty Romans have fallen. They were not as strong as they thought. Who destroyed them, Mistress?" Becky shrugged as she began to eat. She had made sure Nanu could use her cutlery properly, and Nanu watched her for cues about how to proceed. "It was a slow decline, my love, over a few hundred years. But there were nomadic tribes called Huns who began the fall, and then the people of Germania finished it, the tribes you call Goths." Nanu made a face. "The tall, smelly straw-heads? They made Rome fall? Where are they today?" Becky didn't know quite how to answer that question. Did she talk about Germany and the Third Reich? Would that make sense to Nanu? Or the fact that they were the industrial engine of Europe? She almost laughed at the thought of trying to explain 'goth' subculture to Nanu. "What is this called, Mistress?" Nanu asked, masticating on a mouthful of food. She tapped with the fork at the steaming brown mass on her plate. "It's very good, if hot." "Meatloaf," Becky replied. "It's the ground-up meat of a cow and pig, held together with oats and egg, that baked in my oven. It's like a meat cake covered in gravy." "Gray-vee;” Nanu said, looking at the sauce curiously. It occurred to Becky that Nanu had no analogue for gravy in her own era, and Becky had no damn idea when gravy had been invented. She'd just ask two people she was certain would know when she saw them on Friday. She swore those two knew everything. "I like everyone we have met so far, Mistress," Nanu said, resuming eating. "Even Steve, after he let me try his fire chicken. That hurt so bad overnight, Mistress." "I know, baby, and he won't do it again," Becky assured her. "The next time you eat hot wings, it'll be because you like them and want to. He's probably just glad to know he's not on your grudge list." Nanu nodded. "I had an invideo list when I lived in Rome." "That doesn't surprise me," Becky chuckled. "You wrote down the names of people who pissed you off so that you take revenge one day?" "Well, no," Nanu admitted, blushing a little. "I was a slave, I didn't have a stylus or any parchment or things to write on. When I was mad at someone, or they hurt me and I was crying, I'd lie in my straw and I'd close my eyes and whisper their name into my palm to help me remember it." "Did that work?" "No, I usually forgot," the Egyptian girl grumbled. "My memory is shit." "I'm sorry," Becky said, snickering and trying to control herself. "I promise you, my love, I'm not laughing at you. You just have a funny way of saying things." Nanu sniffed indignantly and continued eating her food. At least food understood her and didn't mock her. Except for the burning chicken. She'd be whispering into her palm about it that night, for sure. Friday morning, finally. "Should I be nervous, Mistress?" Nanu asked while Becky was setting out her clothes, humming to herself. Nanu still didn't have the hang of coordinating her outfits, and left to her own judgement, she usually ended up looking like a crazy homeless person. Ergo, Becky was in charge of dressing her for when they went out. "Even I'm a little nervous, but I always am when I see my profs," the blonde told her, smiling. "It's been about three years since I last got together with them, we met up at a certain club. But I'm also feeling excited. I always have the time of my life when I'm with them." "You're the only person I know of who's ever felt that way about their teachers, then," Nanu said, sitting naked on the bed and watching. "Except for maybe M-ark, but he gets to fuck you." "Just wait until you meet my teachers, then," Becky replied, smiling slyly as she held up a shirt for Nanu to wear. Fifteen minutes later. "This is not the same direction we went to meet your other friends," Nanu observed, looking out the window as they drove. There were fewer of the giant buildings, the so-called 'sky-scrapers', and many of the domiciles were larger, more ornate, with larger spans of grass than at other houses she'd seen. "Do wealthy farmers live in these places?" Becky snickered. Since the area they were driving through was not overly urban, with buildings heaped on top of buildings, Nanu thought they were visiting a rural area. Affluent suburbs like this must have felt strange. "No, wealthy people live in places like this, but they're not farmers. These are like the villas of wealthy Romans, I guess, like the Flavians. They're politicians, lawyers, merchants;” "Do your teachers live here?" Nanu asked. "No, not quite," Becky said, still driving and wondering what Nanu would think when they reached their destination. "It's hard to describe, just wait and see." They continued driving until they turned onto the Bridle Path, and Nanu was gazing in wonder at all the endless trees that concealed the neighborhood from public view. They began passing houses, all of which were affluent, of course, but weren't much more impressive than the ones they'd passed to get here. Then they began reaching the oldest estates, and Nanu's eyes grew wide. The lots grew in size, and sometimes she almost couldn't see the houses. Endless grass and trees, and the houses Nanu could see were huge. Becky was feeling a tingle of excitement as she turned up a long, winding driveway, lined with trees. Some carefully arranged rocks at the entrance had the letters of a word carved into them, but Nanu only caught a glimpse of it as they turned. BLACKWELL "Was that word in the big letters a name, Mistress?" she asked. Becky nodded. She hadn't been here for some years. "The family name is Blackwell. This place is over a hundred years old." "Black; weh;” Nanu said slowly. Nanu was staring at all the trees and the extensive lawn with its topiary when Becky got her attention. "Here we are, darling." Nanu's eyes widened when she saw what they were approaching. The long, massive building was made of gleaming white stone, stretching a long way in either direction. A great fountain in the middle of the black road greeted them, and they circled around it to stop in front of the place. "I no longer think you are wealthy, Mistress," Nanu murmured, gaping out her window as Becky turned off her car, sitting still for several seconds and staring at the steering wheel. The blonde took a breath. "Okay; I'm ready;” "Quid est?" Nanu asked. Mistress had been speaking her dreadful En-gush. "Sorry, honey," Becky said, squeezing Nanu's hand. "I was just getting myself ready;” She got out of the car while Nanu tried to unbuckle herself. Becky came around and opened her door, letting Nanu out before they turned and walked up the short flight of marble stairs to the big white doors. Someone was already waiting for them, a serious-looking woman in grey clothes. "Is that one of your teachers?" Nanu asked quietly as she held Becky's hand. "She looks like a teacher." "Miss Fischer, welcome," the woman said, smiling and nodding her head. "I am Tatyana, seneschal for Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne." "Thank you, Tatyana," Becky said, coming up the stairs. "Please, call me Becky, and this is Nanu." "Hello, Nanu," Tatyana said, smiling. "Hi," Nanu said, remembering how to greet someone and holding up her hand to wave. "Nanu doesn't speak English, we communicate in Latin," Becky explained. Nanu figured her Mistress was telling the stern woman how she didn't speak En-gush, so she just listened quietly. "Then you will need to be my translator, since I confess that aside from English, I only speak Russian, and no Latin," Tatyana replied, gesturing for them to enter and then following. They stopped in the grand foyer, and Nanu was Uhking around, her jaw almost on the floor. "I'm sorry if we're early, I didn't want to compete with traffic," Becky confessed, handing the seneschal a bag in which she was carrying two bottles. "And I've always been terrified of being late where the profs are concerned, so better to be early. I brought some wine I thought they might enjoy." Tatyana nodded. "They are in a virtual conference call at the moment. I have standing orders to make you both as comfortable as possible until they greet you. Let me call the staff, and we'll get started." Nanu watched as the stern woman brought her wrist up to her face and spoke quietly into some device wrapped around it. She then put her wrist down and waited patiently. Nanu was still looking all around, as if her head was on a swivel. The ceilings were so very tall! Everything was white, with gilding. The giant staircase at the back of the entrance hall was flanked by two huge suits of armour, each of them holding a menacing weapon. Nanu resisted the urge to hide behind her Mistress. What kind of teachers were these? Soon, she heard people approaching, and then they were assembling behind Tatyana. When they'd all fallen into place, Tatyana began introductions. "Right, as you lot might have heard, Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne have some special guests today. "I would like to introduce Ms. Rebecca Fischer, and her friend, Nanu." "Welcome," they all said in unison, nodding, except for two women in strange black dresses trimmed in white, who did a graceful little bow that also bent their knees. "Miss Fischer, I'll let my people introduce themselves," Tatyana said, gesturing to the staff. Becky stepped forward, bringing Nanu with her, and she started at one end of the line. "My name's Dave, senior landscaper," the gruff looking man said, shaking Becky's hand. He was positively ancient by Nanu's assessment, bald on top with greyish hair on the sides of his head and his moustache and beard. He looked rugged and tough for a grandfather. Next up, she greeted a young and handsome black man. "I am Yolatunde, but please, call me Tunde," he said, shaking her hand. "I am the junior landscaper." "Please call me Becky," the blonde said, smiling. She felt Nanu tugging on her arm and looked down at her. "They have a Nubian slave?" the Egyptian girl asked, hardly able to keep the wonder out of her voice. Becky chose to not try and address this issue right now, and would simply have to see to it before Nanu said anything awkward. The woman she now stood in front of was tall, rangy and strongly built. She had her dirty blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, and her denim overalls did little to hide her curves or her large bust. Her hazel eyes reflected her good-natured smirk. "Andrea, mechanic, plumber, and electrician for the estate." "Can I call you if I ever need my plumbing flushed?" Becky asked as she shook Andrea's hand, feeling something pass between them. Andrea laughed heartily. Yes, this girl would be fun indeed. Nanu seemed in awe of how imposing this woman's build was, not unlike a gladiatrix from Rome, but taller. "Glenda, estate chauffeuse," said another woman, smartly dressed in a grey outfit and wearing an odd little cap Nanu couldn't quite figure out. "If you need to go anywhere while you're staying with us, don't even think of driving yourself, I'll take care of it. It's how the bosses would want it." "Don't I know it," Becky laughed, moving down the line. She shook hands with Marie, a slight, frizzy-haired woman in glasses who was the botanist and gardener for the estate. She had a French accent, and Becky was relieved she'd kept up with her French, not only because she was afraid the profs would quiz her. "Hey, I'm Ari," said a smartly dressed young man with dark hair and eyes and tan features. He was handsome, for sure, but he gave off a gay vibe. "Cybersecurity for the estate. You won't mind if I lock your phone down while you're here, will you? For your own protection as much as anything. It's a good idea to be behind our firewall." "Do what you need to do, Ari, I know it's what the profs would want," Becky said, readily handing over her phone to him. Next in line was a sturdy woman wearing an apron and looking like she'd just come from the kitchen. "Theresa," she said pleasantly. "Estate chef and sommelier. The pleasure is mine, and just let me know what your culinary preferences are." "I'm willing to bet you're going to be Nanu's new favorite person," Becky replied, smirking down at Nanu, who heard her name but had no idea what was going on. She'd just have to wait for her Mistress to tell her. "Hi, I'm Trilby, senior housekeeper," said one of the women in the black dresses. She had light brown hair and was wearing strange things over her eyes. They reminded Nanu of the 'glasses' her Mistress sometimes wore, but these obscured the woman's eyes from view. "If you're staying' over, I'll be seeing to your sleeping arrangements." "Well, I doubt we are this time, but if that changes, you'll be the first to know," Becky said readily. She hadn't been to Blackwell Manor in some years, so the idea appealed to her. Lastly, they greeted an enthusiastic young woman, in another black outfit, but it was markedly different from the one the taller girl wore. This outfit was short and tight, and Nanu ended up staring right at the girl's big tits, which were in her face. Her legs were also visible, and if she moved just right, Nanu was sure she could see her undergarments. "Hi, I'm Valentina, junior housekeeper, but just call me Val," the girl chirped, smiling brightly. Her dark brown hair was worn in a bob, and her brown eyes radiated cheerfulness. Nanu wasn't certain but she also looked like she might have cat ears on top of her head. What was this creature? "Just call me Becky, please, I'm only Miss Fischer when I'm in trouble with your bosses," Becky said, shaking her hand. "And hopefully I'll manage to avoid that with the profs today." "That all depends on how you answer certain questions, Miss Fischer," Tatyana almost seemed to quip, making several staff members chuckle. What on earth was that about? She didn't like feeling paranoid around the profs. "Right," Tatyana announced, turning to look at her staff. "Carry on with your normal routines; if I have need of any of you, I'll call for you. Dismissed." Everyone nodded and then dispersed, leaving Tatyana with Becky and Nanu. The only other one who remained behind was Theresa, and she waited patiently. Nanu was once again, looking around the huge foyer, Uhking at everything. "Hopefully your hosts won't be detained too long," Tatyana said, checking her watch. "Perhaps some food or coffee while you're waiting?" Becky now looked down at Nanu. "Honey, Theresa here is the archimagirus for the estate. She is asking if you would like to eat while we wait for my teachers." The tiny girl nodded readily. Theresa smiled and bent over slightly, her hands on her knees. This girl Nanu was adorable! "Nanu, what would you like to eat?" Nanu figured out what was being asked, and she had her answer ready. "Ba-lo;” she said missing a beat. Theresa looked at Jenny for a moment. "Ba-lo?" "Bologna," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "It is, without question, her favorite food, believe me." "But I can make just about anything she likes," Theresa pointed out, seeming confused. "Why would she just want something as simple as that?" "We don't have taste buds like she does," Becky explained, while Nanu opened her mouth and pointed inside it, then smiled and licked her lips while rubbing her tummy. She looked like Nibbles the Mouse from old Tom and Jerry cartoons. "I think she's addicted to nitrates and preservatives, despite what havoc they wreak on her digestive tract. She was an actual slave where she comes from, so I'm pretty sure she has an iodine deficiency, she loves salt." "Oh, the poor thing," Theresa cooed, taking Nanu by the hand and leading her toward the small dining room. "In that case, I'll give her all the bologna she wants." "Ba-lo," Nanu said readily, willing to let this unknown person take her anywhere if she was going to get fed. Becky walked along behind, along with Tatyana, who watched intently. "A very interesting life you lead, Miss Fischer," the seneschal mused. "Tatyana, I wouldn't even know where to begin these days;” Becky sighed. Thirty minutes later. Nanu was still sitting at the table, eating happily and drinking milk while Becky and Theresa sat with her, the latter watching with no small amount of fascination. "Goodness, she can certainly pack it away for such a little thing," Theresa mused. "I daresay she might give the lord of the manor or his son Alex a run for their money. Does she have two hollow legs?" "She's not a slave anymore, so I stressed to her that she's always welcome to eat as much as she wants," Becky said, still feeling a certain morbid fascination in watching Nanu plow through everything she was offered. "Sometimes I just forget exactly what she's capable of." "Well, as long as she doesn't explode and poor Val and Trilby have to clean her up," Theresa said. "She ate that whole slab of organic bologna I brought out, and now she's killing my brisket." "And less than a week ago, she thought cow meat was a lowly peasant food," Becky sighed, eating her own croissant and having a coffee. It was still breakfast after all, but Nanu's metabolism knew no time zones. "I have yet to find a food she won't eat. She literally destroyed an entire pound of suicide wings the other night at a pub, even though it just about blew her head off. She's kind of relentless." "Good morning, Miss Fischer," said a very elderly gentleman in a clipped but friendly English accent as he entered the room. "It has been some years, hasn't it?" "Oh my goodness, Mister Winson," Becky said happily as she stood up and hugged the new arrival. Nanu even paused and looked up from her brisket to see what was happening. She put down her food and stood up, coming around the table now. She was trying to remember the manners Becky had taught her. Since she'd been a slave and had to stand when, well, anyone was in the room, it wasn't that hard for her to keep in mind. "It's so good to see you again, sir!" "It is good to see you as well, my dear, but please, call me Jordan," the man said, returning the hug. "I'm retired now, and simply a member of the family, so I'm told." "Okay, but call me Becky, then, or at least Rebecca," she replied, smiling up at him. She hadn't seen Jordan in many years, but he seemed the same as ever, crisp and dignified. She turned to Nanu and gestured for her to come closer. "Nanu, come here and say hello, this man is named Jordan." "Jor-dah," the tiny girl repeated as she walked right up to Jordan and hugged him, just as she'd seen her Mistress do. "Oh, hello," Jordan said, somewhat surprised by the greeting, but adapting to it readily. Theresa, who was standing nearby, couldn't resist letting out an 'Awe!' sound at the sight. "It's very nice to meet you, young lady." "Sorry, she doesn't speak English, we communicate in Latin," Becky explained as Nanu finally finished the hug. She helped Jordan sit while Nanu returned to her seat and continued showing the brisket who was in charge. "I admit, my conversational Latin is about as rusty as my joints, but I'll endeavor to make myself understood," Jordan said while Theresa served him some tea. They discussed Nanu's phony background for some time, with other staff members occasionally coming in and out. Nanu seemed very taken with Val's tits, and made no bones about it. Val giggled as Nanu bent over in her chair and tried to look up her skirt. Nanu seemed to have finally been sated when Tatyana came back into the room, smiling. "Your hosts are finally out of their meeting now and ready to receive you, Miss Fischer. If you would both please follow me;” Becky thanked Theresa for the food (Nanu hugged her), and then excused herself from Jordan before following Tatyana out of the informal dining room. They went back through the long halls, arriving at the grand foyer again. Tatyana then took them up the stairs. Nanu only tripped twice, because she was so busy Uhking at everything around her. Up to the third floor they went, and Tatyana led them toward a lounge. The seneschal stopped outside the room and nodded her head. "If you have any needs, Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne will make sure we see to them. It's been a pleasure, Miss Fischer." Becky nodded and watched as Tatyana turned and left. She took another deep breath and then took hold of the doorknob, opening the door and walking in, gesturing for Nanu to wait in the hall for a moment. The Egyptian girl nodded and stood still. "Rebecca Nightingale Fischer!" chimed a heavenly voice, making Becky squeal with delight. She trotted up and threw herself into the bronze-haired beauty's embrace, laughing in relief. How she'd missed these hugs. "It is so good to see you again, my dear!" "It's so good to see you both as well," Becky breathed, feeling her eyes sting at the sight of the two people who'd had more of an influence on her than anyone else in her life, her parents included. Karen DeBourne's hypnotic golden eyes shone with happiness. Next to her towered her husband, his electric blue eyes holding her spellbound. He cast a shadow over her, because he was so tall and so muscular. "I left Nanu in the hallway for a sec, just in case I started crying. May I get her?" The huge blond man nodded. Becky went back to the door and gestured for Nanu to come in, her smile a reassuring one. Nanu took her hand and came into the room, looking around, but a split second later, she dropped to her knees, her hands pressed to the floor and her head hung. She was almost shaking and they could hear her gasping and mumbling. "Nanu?" Becky said, very confused by the reaction. She got it; meeting The DeBournes for the first time, especially Michael DeBourne, could be intimidating, since he was almost seven feet tall and solid muscle. But this was a rather extreme reaction, and Becky hadn't expected it. "Nanu, are you okay?" Nanu kept mumbling, but she was trembling almost violently, refusing to look up. "You're speaking to her in Latin," the tall, bronze-haired woman said. Becky nodded. "She doesn't speak English, and I don't speak her native tongue, but she speaks Latin, so that's how we communicate," she said, still not at all sure what was going on. Was Nanu that frightened? "You said she's Egyptian, yes?" Karen asked. Becky nodded. Karen stepped forward slightly and then spoke. "Nanu, alraja' alwuquf." The tiny girl didn't comply with the request to stand, just trembling harder and still mumbling. "Well, she doesn't speak Arabic," Karen mused, her finger under her chin. Becky seemed at a loss, which did not go unnoticed by her hosts. She looked up at her husband. "Not Arabic." Mike nodded and took over, his voice deep and commanding. "Nanu, I want you to stand up." At hearing her native Coptic tongue, Nanu paused in her mumbling, going silent. She even stopped trembling. Slowly, very slowly, she pushed herself off her hands, getting to her knees and then rising to her feet. She resolutely kept her head down, though, looking at the floor. "Look up at us, Nanu," the huge man said. Nanu slowly lifted her head, and her light hazel eyes were brittle with fear, but also sheer awe. Her vision was filled with the sight of these two unfathomably tall and beautiful beings, the likes of which she had never conceived of. Even her Mistress was downright plain compared to them. Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. "So we need to speak Coptic to her and not Arabic," Karen concluded, observing the girl. "She must be from a very remote part of Egypt indeed." "Oh my God," Becky groaned in exasperation, looking at the ceiling and almost stomping her foot. "Am I the only person I know who doesn't speak this dead language?" Karen looked up at her husband. "Coptic, and not liturgically, and Latin. Rather odd, I daresay." She looked at Becky now. "That must be taxing for you both, needing to speak in Latin to make it in an English world." "You don't know the half of it, Lady Prof," Becky admitted. "I've never seen her react like that before, and she terrified of almost anything she can't eat." Karen now stepped directly in front of Nanu, knelt and took the tiny girl's hands in hers. Nanu's eyes snapped wide open at the contact, her pupils shrinking in little more than pinholes. "Nanu," Karen said softly, smiling as she spoke in Coptic. "Welcome to our home. I am so happy that you are here." Nanu heard Becky call out in panic while her eyes rolled up into her head and she crumpled to the floor. A few minutes later. "Well, you weren't kidding about the extreme reaction to things," Mike mused as he and Becky watched while Karen was sitting on the long chesterfield with Nanu lying on her, the Egyptian girl's head in her lap. She hadn't quite come to yet, and Karen was stroking her hair gently. "Any idea what that was about?" Becky was somewhat reticent to answer, since she wasn't even sure what to say. She finally decided that she needed to be honest. "I; well, this is going to sound ridic, but I think she thinks you're gods." Karen looked up from the couch, one of her eyebrows raised. "You're right, Rebecca, that does indeed sound 'ridic'. What impossibly remote corner of Egypt could she possibly come from where polytheistic beliefs still hold sway?" "It's; hard and weird to explain," Becky confessed rather lamely. At that moment, Valentina came in, and she was holding a small silver tray with an array of food on it. She handed it to Mike, curtsied, and exited the room. The huge man brought the tray to his wife, who examined the contents for a moment before picking up a rolled-up piece of Theresa's homemade bologna. She held it under Nanu's nose. "Even better than smelling salts," Becky muttered as she heard Nanu sniff something, and even before she'd opened her eyes, she leaned forward enough to take the proffered meat in her mouth. "Ba-lo;” she said somewhat dazedly, chewing away. Becky and Mike watched as Nanu ate the bologna while Karen just stroked her hair. It was some moments before Nanu looked up and realized where she was, scrambling off her host's lap, and prostrating herself on the floor, trembling and mumbling again. Karen and Mike looked at one another while Becky sighed and bent down to gently haul Nanu to her feet. She still wouldn't look at them, though. "We didn't mean to interrupt, Rebecca, please resume," Mike said. "Why does she think we're gods?" Here we go. "Well, she's never seen anyone quite like either of you, physically," Becky began. "And where she's from, there's' She felt a little tickle in her throat and she coughed rather harshly. "Are you quite all right, darling?" the gorgeous matriarch asked, curious. "Sorry," Becky rasped, waving it off. "I felt the tickle earlier in my throat when I was drinking coffee. Your chef Theresa put chicory in it, didn't she?" "She's been known to, yes," Karen confirmed, nodding. "Do you have an allergy?" "A very mild reaction, but sometimes it can flare up," the blonde said, puzzled. "Anyway, I' She paused to take another breath, her throat was still scratchy. The more she wanted to say something, the more she felt the itch. What on earth? "Could I; possibly borrow a piece of paper and a writing implement?" she asked. Karen walked over to a small credenza in the corner and returned with a small steno pad and pencil. Nanu was still staring at the two terrifying and wondrous beings, her mouth dry and her eyes rather wet. Karen handed the paper and pencil to Becky, who tried to write something. The tip of the pencil broke off. Karen tilted her head for a moment and then returned to her desk, coming back with a fountain pen, offering it to her guest. Becky pressed it to the paper, but the ink just spilled out of the tip, flooding the small square of paper. "Goodness," Karen said, quickly ducking low and putting another, larger page of paper she'd brought back under the steno pad, catching any ink that rolled off and threatened to stain her priceless rug. "Michael, perchance can Rebecca use your Rubus? I left mine back in the office." The giant man pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and handed it to Becky, having unlocked it. Karen had already carefully taken the steno pad and fountain pen from her guest, walking them over to a small waste basket to safely dispose of them. Becky intended to use the text or document function to explain herself, but Mike's device winked out. "I think the battery just died," she said, handing it back to him. "Entirely." "What did I tell your father about having these batteries made in Guangzhou?" Mike asked as he looked down at his wife while putting the Rubus back in his pocket. "They skimp on the lithium, meaning the wiring degrades at least fifty percent more quickly." "Duly noted, your lordship," Karen sighed, shaking her head. "Yet another thing to bring up to the board at the next meeting. New batteries from elsewhere will mean tweaking the programming. That will cause some grumbling. I'm sorry, Rebecca, you were saying?" Becky seemed somewhat irked. She walked over to one of the window looking out over the back lot and leaned in, breathing on it. She'd try to write it there. Surely condensation would be her friend? "Those windows are thermochromic, my dear," Karen mentioned, still watching. "Not only are they slightly warm, but they have a coating on them that prevents condensation buildup, generally." "Nanu?" Becky called, snapping the smaller girl out of her trance. Nanu glanced at her Mistress and Becky beckoned her over with a finger. The blonde down and whispered in her ear. "Nanu, please tell them that you are from Imperial Rome." "No," Nanu whispered back, shaking her head and sounding very nervous. "They won't believe me, and they'll punish me. Please, Mistress, don't make me do it;” "Rebecca," Mike called over, his deep voice commanding but also kind and reassuring. "There's no need, just come back over here, please." Becky stood up and returned to stand with her professors again, holding Nanu's hand. The Egyptian girl had gone back to averting her gaze, looking at the floor. They both just stood there, as if letting school headmasters assess them. "She can't tell us," Karen mused aloud, but obviously talking to her husband. "It almost defies Bohm Interpretation." Becky had heard the term, but had no idea what it meant in this context. They weren't talking to her in any event. She just listened and waited. "The harder she tries, the more it hurts, and any attempt is stymied," Mike agreed. "Things that seem completely coincidental are all entangled. Who knew about the chicory?" "And we happened to be in the lounge where we installed some of the first thermochromic windows," Karen added. "No chance for condensation and finger-writing." She looked back at the waste basked. "Damn, I really liked that pen, too." Holy shit, Becky thought, almost shuddering at a realization. Am I encountering time lock? I'm not allowed to tell them? Will the fucking universe kill me before it lets me? There was something so inherently unfair about this in her eyes. Not that she couldn't tell them, but the fact that Mike and Karen DeBourne, two of the most amazing people and gifted physicists walking the planet, were not meant to know about her time traveling. The two people she desperately wanted to share this with more than anything, and it wasn't meant to be. When she looked up at them, she felt a stinging in her eyes. "I'm; I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling. "Will you hate me if I ask you to stop inquiring about Nanu and myself?" She sighed in relief as Karen stepped forward and pulled her into a warm embrace. She may have been disappointed, but at least she could stop trying, for now. Nanu looked up when she felt the movement, seeing her Mistress being hugged. Her eyes went wider than dinner plates when she saw the goddess with the golden eyes take her Mistress' face in her hands and then kiss her, deeply. The giant god with the golden hair and the eyes the color of the sea reached down and kept her from falling on her ass as the strength left her legs. She goggled up at him, stunned beyond speech as he smiled down at her. Slowly, Nanu turned her head to look over at her Mistress again, who was still kissing the tall, bronze-haired goddess. It was no chaste or even reverent kiss, it was; lewd, it was. Becky groaned as Karen's tongue began to tangle with hers. Nanu gasped in utter shock. Was her Mistress tongue-fucking the goddess? Nanu let out an unintelligible sound of confusion, and this caused Karen and Becky to finally break the kiss. Still holding one another, they looked over and down at her, smiling warmly. "She seems overwhelmed," Karen mused. "She's never seen anyone kiss a goddess before," Becky said, smirking. "Not even me. That sure got her attention. I give it three seconds before her competitive jealousy kicks in." "Well, it won't do to have jealous guests in my house," Karen chimed, her voice music in Nanu's ears. The Egyptian girl had heard those lovely tones once before, during a conversation over her Mistress' magic talking box a few days ago. Mistress had been speaking to the goddess! The god and goddess were Mistress' teachers she was referring to! "And here we go again," Becky sighed as Nanu wilted in Mike's arms, seeming to faint for a second time. And probably not the last time today. A little bit later. Nanu was sitting on the giant bed, in the giant room, looking around. She seemed to have not noticed that she was completely naked, as was Becky, who had just finished undressing. The room was unlike anything she had ever seen or even conceived of. "The gods sleep in here?" she asked in a tiny voice. There we have it, Becky realized. She really does believe they're gods. Then again, I was the tallest woman she'd ever seen before she met Karen. And Mike, well; what do I do about it? Do I try to persuade her that they're not gods? That could take forever, and she'll fight it. I can't encourage it, so maybe just leave it and let her work it out for herself? Working things out for herself seemed to be Nanu's MO, so that what Becky decided on. She finally nodded. "They sleep here, yes." "You were kissing the goddess," Nanu breathed, looking at Becky in wonder. "She was kissing you. Mistress, have you; have you fucked these gods before?" Becky just nodded again. Nanu thought about that, her eyes roaming over the expansive floor in front of her, and then at her own naked body. "And I; do these gods intend to fuck me?" This brought a smile to Becky's lovely face. "If that is what you desire, my love. I told you several times this past week, we came to have fun with my teachers, and having sex with them was actually what I meant." "Your teachers are the gods themselves," Nanu murmured. "Are all teachers gods in your world?" "Not even close," Becky said, shaking her head. "But nobody had a bigger influence on my life and who I became than these two." "Well of course, they're gods," reasoned the Egyptian girl, almost frowning because she felt strange explaining the perfectly obvious to her Mistress. "What; what happens if I fuck these gods?" "Well, you cum, probably harder than you ever have in your life," Becky replied. "What did you expect to happen?" "I won't become a god myself?" Nanu asked. "I haven't yet." "What if I let the sun god cum in me?" pressed the former slave-girl. "Will I have a demigod childlike Hercules, who the Romans worshipped?" Becky just laughed and pulled Nanu to her feet. The smaller girl seemed justifiably hesitant, but Becky led her over to the large door off to one side of the room and into an enormous and sumptuous bathing chamber. Nanu's eyes were everywhere, trying to take it all in, but she stopped dead upon seeing who awaited them. It was the gods, and they were also naked. The goddess, the one her Mistress referred to as 'Karen', was a glorious sight to behold. She was even taller than Mistress, and her tits were larger, standing proudly on her chest. They were each as large or larger than Nanu's head. Her body was flawless, with a single strip of trimmed coppery hair crowning the mound just over her cunt. She had the same long dancer's legs that Nanu did. Her golden eyes were intimidating and at the same time very welcoming. Whoever she was looking at just had to choose which was applicable to them. Nanu trembled almost in fear at the sight of the god, though. He was immeasurably tall to her, she barely reached his chest. He was more powerfully built than any man or even statue she'd ever laid eyes on, with muscles bulging everywhere. He had a small waist under his huge torso, and his cock was frighteningly large, even though it was soft. The muscles of his legs were bigger around than Nanu's chest. Had her Mistress really fucked that god? Had she really fucked that cock? His eyes were the color of a fearsome sea, but they were looking at her now with a kind expression she found strangely comforting in one who must have been a god of war and conquest, not just a sun god. "Has Nanu experienced a hot tub yet?" Karen asked, smiling pleasantly. "Nope," Becky replied, shaking her head. "Not on my watch, anyway. I don't think they had the ability or technology where she comes from." "Be frank about this next question, Rebecca," the goddess continued, gesturing to the large tub set into the floor. "Will she want to participate in our planned debauchery?" That made Becky laugh. "Trust me, Lady Prof, once she decides she's in, there'll be no stopping her. She's a complete sex fiend, it's kinda scary. Honestly, we should just dive into it, and she'll watch until she feels left out, and then insist on getting involved." "Excellent," Karen said as she let her husband escort her into the tub. "Shall I see to Nanu while you give my husband his due greeting?" "Never thought you'd ask, Lady Prof," Becky breathed, heading to the tub and clambering in. She had Nanu by the hand, but the smaller girl seemed hesitant. Becky released her and went to Mike, slipping into his titan arms. Karen, meanwhile stood in front of Nanu, smiling at her. "Come, Nanu," the goddess said in Latin, holding out her arms. "Come to me." Trembling but unable to disobey, Nanu stepped forward and put her hands in the goddess'. She allowed herself to be led down into the humming, churning water, her eyes still fixed on Karen's. Whereas the water reached Karen's waist, it was almost up to Nanu's tits when she was standing in the center. She felt the warm water bubbling around her, and it would have fascinated her if she hadn't been held by the gaze of the goddess. "Do you want me to kiss you?" Karen asked. Nanu nodded almost imperceptibly, her heart thundering in her chest. Karen pulled her close, until their tits were squashed together. Nanu's eyes went wide as the goddess pressed her soft lips to hers, kissing her deeply. Nanu's eyes closed now, and she slowly brought her hands up to embrace the deity. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, even with her Mistress. Her mind just melted away. She felt her tongue tangling with the goddess', and realized she was actively kissing Karen back. Mistress had already told her that they'd come here to fuck these two, these gods, who were apparently her teachers. As much as she revered Re-be-kah, she seemed to have underestimated her still, since not everyone was allowed to fuck gods. And she was now allowed to? Nanu began to kiss back harder, surrendering to her innate desire and eagerness. She felt her tits pressing into the goddess', her nipples jabbing and scraping, getting very hard. The goddess slowly moved backward, taking Nanu with her, until she was sitting down, and pulled Nanu into her lap. Nanu rested on her thighs as they kept kissing, tongues exploring and tangling. Nanu whimpered in pleasure as Karen's hands began to roam around her body, caressing and exploring. The kiss broke long enough for them to look into one another's eyes, and Nanu was almost panting, a long string of glistening saliva drooping between their tongues. She felt the goddess' hands reach her ass, taking hold of her cheeks and squirming. Karen smiled and spoke in that enchanting voice. "Do you want to play with my tits, my dear?" Nanu nodded and leaned back just far enough to see the goddess' tits, which were larger than even Mistress'. Nanu couldn't remember ever seeing tits so big on any woman, unless they were enormously fat and floppy. This was something totally different, and Nanu was enthralled by the sight that awaited her. These divine tits were large and full, soft and firm, standing up and with dusky nipples begging to be kissed and sucked on. And Nanu would oblige. "Hmm, very nice," the goddess purred as Nanu leaned down and took one of the nipples inside her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. Karen gently clasped and cradled Nanu's head, letting her experiment. She felt the tiny girl bit and tug gently, which gave her a shiver. "You must enjoy making love to girls, yes?" she asked in Latin. Nanu just nodded, enveloped in this being's warm arms, almost feeling like she was suckling. She remembered practicing with her sister Kiya so very long ago back in dusty little Akhmim. She never could have guessed she'd be doing it now on a goddess. Her eyes opened as she heard a moan come from nearby, a moan she recognized as that of her Mistress. She looked over and stared dumbly, somehow remembering to keep suckling while watching Re-be-kah servicing the war god. Mistress was on her knees in the tub, while the god was leaning back against the edge, and she had his enormous, hard cock in her hand. She stroked the shaft while her lips were sealed around it, and she was bobbing back and forth, making an effort to push farther down its length with each movement. Nanu seized up and groaned as one of the goddess' hands glided down her body and under her ass, finding her cuntlips and stroking gently. "She looks good doing that, doesn't she, Nanu?" the goddess asked, smiling slyly. She stroked gently along her lover's nether lips, teasing her and making Nanu tremble in her lap. Nanu was having a hard time remembering to keep sucking and licking, but she somehow endured. "Would you like to try?" Nanu was whimpering, but she nodded. "Tag, DeBourne," Karen said, reaching out her hand to touch Mike's. "Nanu wants a whirl at the beast." "Do you mind, Rebecca?" the giant man asked, looking down at the woman currently pleasuring him. "Hmm, not at all, sir," Becky replied, popping her mouth off and smiling up at him, still stroking with her hand. "Don't want my jaw to get sore too early, after all." She stood and moved back, while Karen peeled Nanu off her lap. Despite expressing a desire to switch, Nanu seemed nervous, and Becky knelt in the water and took her face in her hands, smiling gently and whispering against her lips. "It's okay, my love," she said. "This is part of your new world, after all." Nanu nodded and moved over to the war god while Becky took her place, sliding into Karen's lap. Unlike Nanu, she wasn't perched on it, but managed to slip one of her legs back behind Karen's ass, and soon their pussies were pressed together while they embraced one another. They smiled before resuming the kiss they'd shared in the study, but even more deep and passionate now. "Hmm, God, I've missed this," Becky mumbled, her tongue dancing wetly with Karen's. Their tits squashed, and they squirmed against each other, reconnecting. It had been too long since they'd made love. The last time they'd been able to meet up had simply been in a café, no chance to get naughty there. "We have too," Karen replied, exploring Becky's mouth. They remembered what the other liked, and their rhythm fell easily into place. "And you need to promise to visit more often, my love." "We will," Becky said, her heart fluttering. These two had meant so much to her. They'd first met her when she was simply a precocious teenager in high school, attending an institution they were considering sending their son to once he had left his Montessori. They'd been impressed by her grasp of science and had sponsored her readily, leading to many opportunities she might never have had, no matter how much her grades might have earned them. She even studied abroad for a few summers on their dime, going to Stanford, Oxford, and Lucerne. And then they'd made sure that she had a place at the university, and got into all the Science classes she desired. She had always had the biggest crush on them both, and by now she thought she was madly in love with them. She became their lover, even while they were her instructors. They opened her eyes to so many things. And they'd inspired her. She knew she wanted to teach young minds, to give those young people the same passion and opportunities she'd been given. Once she had her degree that allowed her to teach, she took a job at a local high school, and the place was happy to have her as their principal science teacher. It turned out to not be as much fun as she had anticipated, with teenage students proving boring and reticent. Some years of this had made her feel worn down. If it hadn't been for Mark and his Holmes Field Device these past few weeks, she might have simply droned on, feeling the passion for teaching fizzle out of her. And now she found herself back here, with Nanu, and everything seemed wonderful again. She pulled Karen tighter into her embrace, kissed her harder, and felt their cuntlips mingling and slithering beneath the foaming water. "Hmm, your breath still smells like roses," Becky panted as they made out and made love. "Those rose pastilles are so wonderful. Please let me lick you, please;” Karen nodded and they broke the kiss, with Becky sidling backward off her lap and getting on her knees. Karen now leaned back, resting her amazing ass on the edge and spreading her legs wide enough for Becky to kneel between them. She gazed in quiet delight at her professor's cunt, so wet and inviting, shaved completely smooth except for the tightly trimmed strip above, the lips perfect and even. Karen DeBourne was absolutely flawless. Becky leaned in and began kissing, wasting no time in pleasuring the older woman. She kissed and lapped, shivering as she remembered this taste. A memory of her first time doing this flooded back to her, and she reveled in the scent and slick arousal of her teacher-lover. She dragged her tongue up the twat before flicking it against Karen's nub, making her tremble and sigh, one of her hands coming to rest on the back of her former student's head. Nanu was frowning now, having gotten (somewhat) over her intimidation and was trying to massage the god's massive tool. Her fingers didn't even wrap around it, and she had to use both hands in a motion together to slide up and down its length. She leaned in and pressed the tip of her tongue against the swollen head, bewildered about how her Mistress had fit the damn thing

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How Tatyana Kim went from working as an English teacher to running Russia's largest online retailer, Wildberries, and being Russia's richest woman. Journalist Zing Tsjeng and BBC business editor Simon Jack piece together how Tatyana Kim built Wildberries into one of Russia's leading online clothing retailers, before expanding into electronics, household goods and food. In 2024 Kim and Wildberries hit the headlines when armed men arrived at her offices, resulting in the fatal shooting of two security guards. Good Bad Billionaire is the podcast that explores the lives of the super-rich and famous, tracking their wealth, philanthropy, business ethics and success. There are leaders who made their money in Silicon Valley, on Wall Street and in high street fashion. From iconic celebrities and CEOs to titans of technology, the podcast unravels tales of fortune, power, economics, ambition and moral responsibility, before asking the audience to decide if they are good, bad, or just billionaires.To contact the team, email goodbadbillionaire@bbc.com or send a text or WhatsApp to +1 (917) 686-1176. Find out more about the show and read our privacy notice at www.bbcworldservice.com/goodbadbillionaire.

Ссылка на YouTube: https://youtu.be/6oAE_pREa8gСПЕЦИАЛЬНЫЙ ПАРТНЕР ВЫПУСКА:RG Gold — https://www.rggold.kz/Здоровье - золото!_____________________________________________В ГОСТЯХ: Сотрудники компании, которая не имеет много общего с обычным бегом изначально, но которая показывает как, начав бегать паре человек, можно изменить целую индустрию в регионе, благодаря чему и получился этот выпуск в конце концов!Найти страничку Марата: instagram.com/marattus_____________________________________________ИНТЕРЕСНЫЙ ФАКТ: Хотя пирит и не является золотом, именно из него в XVIII–XIX веках часто добывали серу для производства серной кислоты — одного из важнейших промышленных веществ. Без неё было бы невозможно массовое производство удобрений, красителей, взрывчатки и даже лекарств. То есть «золото дураков» сыграло очень умную и серьёзную роль в развитии промышленности._____________________________________________КУПИТЬ МЕРЧ ПОДКАСТА:https://t.me/beguibasta_____________________________________________СПИСОК АКТУАЛЬНЫХ НА МОМЕНТ ПУБЛИКАЦИИ ПАТРОНОВ:Aknur Orazbekova, Marat Shaimardanov, Sergey Li FOUNDER ($50), Ilyas Zhumagulov, Aidon, Виктор Студенин, Aleksandr Soldatov, Sairan Mukan, Anna Yashchikova, Жания Кубашева, Максим Потехин, Галия Ситтыкова, Лунный Цветок, Aleksandr Morozov, Ykbf, Raushan Baizhanova, Lena_mko, Murat Mamekov, Andrey Shel, Meruyert Mukhamed-Rakhimova, Aybar Uatay, Bogdan Gubin, Daniyar Zhaketov, Tatyana, Indira Guryeva, Himmel GB, ildar zn, Kirill Rozengurt, Al'firad, Михайлова Ирада, Kamila Kussainova, Pedro Vizuette Castro, Konnykh Andrey, Gaukhar Zhumabek, Alma, Inna Li, Каримжан, Assylbek Dossanov, Нурсултан Дарибек, Айжан Калыбековна, Aigerim Kuzhakhmetova, Дмитрий Аксёнов, Yuliya Soldatova, Айголек, О Наталья, SMM агентство 4Dclick, Филипп Полутин, telegram канал MyStart, Stanislav 13, Erjan K, Kate P, Kristina_run_fit, Snowcat, Anel Kamanova, Евгения Онбаева, Anara Abeuova, Аида, Diana Smagulova, erb22, MyStart.kz, Дмитрий Докучаев, Saduov Radmir, Askar Zhussupov, Толкын Нурушева, chillkaef, Yuliya Korolkova, Мадошка, Aigul M, Алина, Даулет Суинтаев, RunZA страница бегового юмора, Akhtan Yerezhepov, Sergey Fyodorov, shakh -.-, Aidar Turmukhambetov, Айгерим Мурзалина_____________________________________________СТАНЬ ПАТРОНОМ и услышь своё имя в каждом эпизоде, получай эксклюзивы и выпуски раньше других, участвуй в розыгрыше мерча, получи его мгновенно или стань сразу моим гостем подкаста: ⁠ https://patreon.com/tentser⁠  Для тех, кто из России: https://boosty.to/tentser/donate_____________________________________________Моя страничка: ⁠ https://www.instagram.com/paveltentserblogМой телеграм: https://t.me/tentserСаунд: Turan - "Argymaq"Монтаж: https://www.instagram.com/alisher_gumarВизуал: ⁠ https://www.instagram.com/izhankinn_____________________________________________

Today, Hunter was joined by Caneel Fraser and Tatyana Kaplan of California's Office of the State Public Defender. The three sat down to discuss an OSPD report, Unequal Scales, to explore how and why Public Defender's are so underfunded in comparison to prosecutors.   Guest: Caneel Fraser, Executive Director, Indigent Defense Improvement Division, California Office of the State Public Defender Tatyana Kaplan, Data Specialist, Indigent Defense Improvement Division, California Office of the State Public Defender   Resources: OSPD Website https://www.ospd.ca.gov/ Reports https://www.ospd.ca.gov/wp-content/uploads/2025/05/Unequal-Scales_Californias-Investment-Disparity-between-Prosecution-and-Public-Defense.pdf   https://www.ospd.ca.gov/wp-content/uploads/2025/06/2024-IDID-Annual-Report_Final_Accessible.pdf    Contact Hunter Parnell:                                 Publicdefenseless@gmail.com  Instagram @PublicDefenselessPodcast Twitter                                                                 @PDefenselessPod www.publicdefenseless.com  Subscribe to the Patreon www.patreon.com/PublicDefenselessPodcast  Donate on PayPal https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=5KW7WMJWEXTAJ Donate on Stripe https://donate.stripe.com/7sI01tb2v3dwaM8cMN Trying to find a specific part of an episode? Use this link to search transcripts of every episode of the show! https://app.reduct.video/o/eca54fbf9f/p/d543070e6a/share/c34e85194394723d4131/home  

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Story always has to come first....On this special episode we look a sweet little rom-com that also happens to be an indigenous story.  It's time for 'Sweet Summer Pow-Wow'.'Sweet Summer Pow Wow' is the story of a young Indigenous couple get a break from their troubled lives when they find each other through a summer of love on the Pow-Wow circuit.We've seen the story of young love finding each other in the middle of challenges in their youth before but seeing it through the prism of indigenous storytelling we are reminded that we're all pretty damn similar in the first place.And that's the whole point as we talk with co-writer/director Darrell Dennis and his star Tatyana Rose Baptiste about the importance of leading with story first, the built in nature of storytelling and the myriad of franchises that could be out there if Hollywood wants to mine some indigenous culture in a money making kind of way.'Sweet Summer Pow Wow' is in theatres now.

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Your AI is learning to lie to you. It's not malicious—it's just trying to be a people-pleaser. This dangerous phenomenon, known as AI sycophancy, is what happens when we train models with outdated incentives.Dr. Tatyana Mamut, an anthropologist, economist, and the CEO of Wayfound, joins us to explain why treating AI like traditional software is a critical mistake. She provides a revolutionary playbook for building AI you can actually trust, starting with how to manage AI agents like employees with clear roles, goals, and performance reviews. She then introduces the radical solution of an "AI supervisor"—an AI that manages other agents to ensure accountability. This all builds toward her vision for the "multi-sapiens workforce," where humans and AI collaborate to build the companies of tomorrow.This is an essential guide for any leader aiming to build the culture and systems necessary to manage AI effectively.Check out:Workshop: The AI upgrade to your SDLCThe DevEx guide to AI-driven software developmentFollow the hosts:Follow BenFollow AndrewFollow today's guest(s):Connect with Dr. Tatyana Mamut on LinkedInFollow the latest from Wayfound on LinkedInConnect with Kelly Vaughn on LinkedInKelly's Connect with MeAndrew's Connect with MeReferenced in today's show:Replit deleted a customer's entire production database.Silicon Valley AI Startups Are Embracing China's Controversial ‘996' Work ScheduleI've launched 37 products in 5 years and not doing that againEvaluating LLMs on real long-horizon business tasksSupport the show: Subscribe to our Substack Leave us a review Subscribe on YouTube Follow us on Twitter or LinkedIn Offers: Learn about Continuous Merge with gitStream Get your DORA Metrics free forever

Tatyana McFadden is the most winning American track and field athlete of all time, Olympian or Paralympian! Some of Tatyana's remarkable accomplishments include 22 Paralympic medals (including eight gold medals), 24 World Major Marathon wins, 7 Paralympic Games, 5 World Records, and 4 Grand Slams. She was named the Best Female Athlete of the 2016 Paralympic Games by the International Olympic Committee (IOC), received the ESPY Award as the Best Female Athlete with a Disability, and was named to the Forbes “30 Under 30” list. She was also a producer and star in “Rising Phoenix”, the Netflix drama that tells the story of the Paralympic Movement.

To get live links to the music we play and resources we offer, visit www.WOSPodcast.comThis show includes the following songs:Jamie Feder - The Best Thing FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYRachael Mann - Roll With The Punches FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYTaegen Domstad - Ghost FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYYing Ying - Flatline FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYAugmented Hearts - Conjuring Catalysts FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYLexi Lew - Daddy Drank A Lot FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYJennifer Harper - Change Is Coming FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYable machines - Identity Theft FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYLauren Tatyana - A Minor Inconvenience FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYMinni Verse - Good N Bad FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYLisha Sebastian - Laugh at the Lunch Table FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYDominique and the Diamonds - For a Fool FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYAnjoli Simone - Unforgivable FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYDanielle Angeloni - Luna FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYNicole Fyfe - The Lamb FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYSarah Coco - I Can't Write You A Love Song As Good As Dolly Parton FOLLOW ON SPOTIFYFor Music Biz Resources Visit www.FEMusician.com and www.ProfitableMusician.comVisit our Sponsor Profitable Musician Newsletter at profitablemusician.com/joinVisit our Sponsor 39 Streams of Income at profitablemusician.com/incomeVisit our Sponsor Visit www.wosradio.com for more details and to submit music to our review board for consideration.Visit our resources for Indie Artists: https://www.wosradio.com/resourcesBecome more Profitable in just 3 minutes per day. http://profitablemusician.com/join

В ВЫПУСКЕ: 4 гостя по примерно 20 минут: Педро Визуетте Кастро - один из лучших в Казахстане трейлраннеров, женат, кстати, на казашке из Тараза и живет в Казахстане больше 10 лет и говорит по-русски уже почти без акцентаЧингиз Байкашев - его вечный друг и соперник в одном лице. Реально болеет за казахстанский трейлраннинг и много делает для его популяризацииТаня Евдакова - некогда пришла поволонтерить, а теперь возглавляет такие именитые гонки как Тенгри Ультра, Ирбис Рейс и, непосредственно, саму Каркару УльтраТимур Артюхин - человек, который когда-то начал по фану делать забеги в горах, а теперь это целая большая компания, которая охватила всё вокруг и делает кучу классных стартов_____________________________________________КУПИТЬ МЕРЧ ПОДКАСТА:https://t.me/beguibasta_____________________________________________СПИСОК АКТУАЛЬНЫХ НА МОМЕНТ ПУБЛИКАЦИИ ПАТРОНОВ:Sergey Li FOUNDER ($50), Ilyas Zhumagulov, Aidon, Виктор Студенин, Aleksandr Soldatov, Sairan Mukan, Anna Yashchikova, Жания Кубашева, Максим Потехин, Галия Ситтыкова, Лунный Цветок, Aleksandr Morozov, Ykbf, Raushan Baizhanova, Lena_mko, Murat Mamekov, Andrey Shel, Meruyert Mukhamed-Rakhimova, Aybar Uatay, Bogdan Gubin, Daniyar Zhaketov, Tatyana, Indira Guryeva, Himmel GB, ildar zn, Kirill Rozengurt, Al'firad, Михайлова Ирада, Kamila Kussainova, Pedro Vizuette Castro, Konnykh Andrey, Gaukhar Zhumabek, Alma, Inna Li, Каримжан, Assylbek Dossanov, Нурсултан Дарибек, Айжан Калыбековна, Aigerim Kuzhakhmetova, Дмитрий Аксёнов, Yuliya Soldatova, Айголек, О Наталья, SMM агентство 4Dclick, Филипп Полутин, telegram канал MyStart, Stanislav 13, Erjan K, Kate P, Kristina_run_fit, Snowcat, Anel Kamanova, Евгения Онбаева, Anara Abeuova, Аида, Marat Shaimardanov, Diana Smagulova, erb22, MyStart.kz, Дмитрий Докучаев, Saduov Radmir, Askar Zhussupov, Толкын Нурушева, chillkaef, Yuliya Korolkova, Мадошка, Aigul M, Алина, Даулет Суинтаев, RunZA страница бегового юмора, Akhtan Yerezhepov, Sergey Fyodorov, shakh -.-, Aidar Turmukhambetov, Айгерим Мурзалина_____________________________________________СТАНЬ ПАТРОНОМ и услышь своё имя в каждом эпизоде, получай эксклюзивы и выпуски раньше других, участвуй в розыгрыше мерча, получи его мгновенно или стань сразу моим гостем подкаста: ⁠ https://patreon.com/tentser⁠  Для тех, кто из России: https://boosty.to/tentser/donate_____________________________________________

On this week's episode of The 1 Girl Revolution Podcast, we welcome Tatyana Ali — actress, singer, advocate, mother, and founder of Baby Yams. You may know Tatyana from her iconic role as Ashley Banks on The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, or from her music, film, and television career — but in this powerful and personal conversation, we go beyond Hollywood to explore Tatyana's heart for women, mothers and their babies, and social impact. Tatyana is a Harvard graduate, a passionate advocate for women and children, and the founder of Baby Yams — a social enterprise working to combat the maternal and infant mortality crisis in Black communities and across America. Baby Yams centers the voices and lived experiences of mothers of color, while providing life-saving information, community, and support. In this episode, you'll hear: ✨ Tatyana's journey from child star to activist and social entrepreneur; ✨ Why becoming a mother changed everything for her; ✨ How her own experience inspired the creation of Baby Yams and how the social enterprise is building a movement rooted in love, storytelling, culture, and care; ✨ The maternal and infant health crisis facing Black women and families in America; ✨ Why Tatyana believes storyteeling can change the world; ✨ And so much more! Support the mission: Learn more about Baby Yams and their work to empower, inform, and support mothers and families: babyyams.com

ПАРТНЕРЫ ВЫПУСКА:RG Gold — https://www.rggold.kz/Здоровье - золото!COPA — https://copa.kz/ Лучшая экипировка!_____________________________________________В ГОСТЯХ: Мади Айтимов - тренер любителей по марафонскому бегу, health коуч, амбассадор и тренер Almaty Marathon_____________________________________________ИНТЕРЕСНЫЙ ФАКТ: Большинство марафонцев-любителей пробегают свою лучшую дистанцию не в 20, а в 40 лет.Вопреки распространённому мнению, что пик спортивной формы приходится на юность, исследования показывают, что марафонцы-любители часто достигают лучших результатов в возрасте 35–45 лет. Это связано с тем, что выносливость, дисциплина и способность к планомерной подготовке с возрастом только улучшаются — особенно у тех, кто совмещает бег с семьёй и работой.Так что в марафоне «поздний старт» — не недостаток, а нередко — путь к лучшей форме!_____________________________________________КУПИТЬ МЕРЧ ПОДКАСТА:https://t.me/beguibasta_____________________________________________СПИСОК АКТУАЛЬНЫХ НА МОМЕНТ ПУБЛИКАЦИИ ПАТРОНОВ:Sergey Li FOUNDER ($50), Ilyas Zhumagulov, Aidon, Виктор Студенин, Aleksandr Soldatov, Sairan Mukan, Anna Yashchikova, Жания Кубашева, Максим Потехин, Галия Ситтыкова, Лунный Цветок, Aleksandr Morozov, Ykbf, Raushan Baizhanova, Lena_mko, Murat Mamekov, Andrey Shel, Meruyert Mukhamed-Rakhimova, Aybar Uatay, Bogdan Gubin, Daniyar Zhaketov, Tatyana, Indira Guryeva, Himmel GB, ildar zn, Kirill Rozengurt, Al'firad, Михайлова Ирада, Kamila Kussainova, Pedro Vizuette Castro, Konnykh Andrey, Gaukhar Zhumabek, Alma, Inna Li, Каримжан, Assylbek Dossanov, Нурсултан Дарибек, Айжан Калыбековна, Aigerim Kuzhakhmetova, Дмитрий Аксёнов, Yuliya Soldatova, Айголек, О Наталья, SMM агентство 4Dclick, Филипп Полутин, telegram канал MyStart, Stanislav 13, Erjan K, Kate P, Kristina_run_fit, Snowcat, Anel Kamanova, Евгения Онбаева, Anara Abeuova, Аида, Marat Shaimardanov, Diana Smagulova, erb22, MyStart.kz, Дмитрий Докучаев, Saduov Radmir, Askar Zhussupov, Толкын Нурушева, chillkaef, Yuliya Korolkova, Мадошка, Aigul M, Алина, Даулет Суинтаев, RunZA страница бегового юмора, Akhtan Yerezhepov, Sergey Fyodorov, shakh -.-, Aidar Turmukhambetov, Айгерим Мурзалина_____________________________________________СТАНЬ ПАТРОНОМ и услышь своё имя в каждом эпизоде, получай эксклюзивы и выпуски раньше других, участвуй в розыгрыше мерча, получи его мгновенно или стань сразу моим гостем подкаста: ⁠ https://patreon.com/tentser⁠ Для тех, кто из России: https://boosty.to/tentser/donate_____________________________________________Страничка Madi: https://www.instagram.com/aitimov.madiМоя страничка: ⁠ https://www.instagram.com/paveltentserblogМой телеграм: https://t.me/tentserСаунд: Turan - "Argymaq"Монтаж: https://www.instagram.com/alisher_gumarВизуал: ⁠ https://www.instagram.com/izhankinn_____________________________________________

Madds and Tatyana get real about the behind-the-scenes of being a full-time content creator—what it actually takes, how to stay authentic, and how to handle pressure, partnerships, and criticism. They also open up about navigating big life transitions in your 20s and 30s, including career shifts, the pressure of timelines, and redefining success. From evolving online to evolving personally, this episode is all about growth, creativity, and choosing your own path. Support the Simba Foundation: https://www.instagram.com/thesimbafoundation/ Follow Tatyana: https://www.instagram.com/tatyanajade/ LET'S WORK TOGETHER⤵︎ Solaris is going International! Subscribe for first access. https://endora.myflodesk.com/solaris-international SATURN RETURN SUPPORT: A Happy Human™ – For adults seeking Soul Purpose alignment: www.weareendora.com/course ORA – For parents of unique & gifted kids: www.weareendora.com/for-parents#group-support Explore all offerings: www.weareendora.com Daily insights + updates: instagram.com/endora.inc Submit a podcast topic: forms.gle/Zc6fG9iqbLwCXAnB7 About Us: www.weareendora.com IG: @endora.inc GET YOUR COPY OF SWEET DAISIES HERE⤵︎ https://www.amazon.com/Sweet-Daisies-Verses-Healing-Heart © Copyright 2025. ENDORA Inc. All rights reserved.

The Surf House by Lucy Clarke Wish you were here? Think again... High on the wave-pounded cliffs, far from the bustling souks of Marrakesh, sits The Surf House. A hidden gem on Morocco's shores, the house is a sanctuary for the surfers, travellers and dreamers who wash in. But the idyll is built on something rotten. And when Bea arrives, relieved to find refuge after a dangerous encounter in a Marrakesh alleyway, she soon gets caught in the swell of a deep, dark mystery. Because another young woman went missing one year ago - and the last place she was sighted was The Surf House. The Oligarch's Daughter by Joseph Finder Paul Brightman is a man on the run, living under an assumed name in a small New England town with a million-dollar bounty on his head. When his security is breached, Paul is forced to flee into the New Hampshire wilderness to evade Russian operatives who can seemingly predict his every move. Six years ago, Paul was a rising star on Wall Street who fell in love with a beautiful photographer named Tatyana—unaware that her father was a Russian oligarch and the object of considerable interest from several US intelligence agencies. Now, to save his own life, Paul must unravel a decades-old conspiracy that extends to the highest reaches of the government. LISTEN ABOVE See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This episode is a fun one. Tatyana Guchi is a standup, improver, and internet personality that is tearing up the LA comedy scene. In this episode they talk about growing up in NY, starting comedy in NY, Rob not watching Dragon Tales or Spongebob, doing pottery in high school, the green powder's affect on the community, and slapping a stranger in the streets. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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In this episode, Madds and Tatyana talk about how rescuing animals helped Tatyana move through deep grief—and ultimately inspired her to start her own animal rescue foundation. From losing her dad and her Soul dog Simba, to saving pets like Ringo, Luce, and Manny, Tatyana shares the raw and beautiful truth of what it means to love, lose, and keep showing up. They also dive into the vision behind the Simba Foundation and their shared dream of building an animal sanctuary in Italy. Support the Simba Foundation: https://www.instagram.com/thesimbafoundation/ Follow Tatyana: https://www.instagram.com/tatyanajade/ © 2025 ENDORA Inc. All rights reserved.

ПАРТНЕРЫ ВЫПУСКА:RG Gold — https://www.rggold.kz/АО «Страховая компания “Халык”» — https://skhalyk.kz/_____________________________________________НАПИСАТЬ В 2Gis: спортивный чекапу меня вылезло 349 результатов в Астане_____________________________________________В ГОСТЯХ: Ержан Бримжанов - операционный директор крупнейшего забега в Центральной Азии, флагмана казахстанских беговых мероприятий. Поговорили о несчастных случаях на забегах, как себя обезопасить, что делают организаторы со своей стороны и перспективы развития организации беговых мероприятий._____________________________________________ИНТЕРЕСНЫЙ ФАКТ: Исследование, опубликованное в British Journal of Sports Medicine, показало, что даже 5–10 минут бега в день при умеренной скорости (около 6 км/ч) снижает риск смерти от сердечно-сосудистых заболеваний на 45%, а от всех причин — на 30%.По данным Гарвардской медицинской школы, у марафонцев сосуды «моложе» их реального возраста в среднем на 4 года — благодаря регулярным нагрузкам.Так что марафон — это не только вызов, но и мощная инвестиция в здоровье._____________________________________________КУПИТЬ МЕРЧ ПОДКАСТА:https://t.me/beguibasta_____________________________________________СПИСОК АКТУАЛЬНЫХ НА МОМЕНТ ПУБЛИКАЦИИ ПАТРОНОВ:Галия Ситтыкова, Лунный Цветок, Aleksandr Morozov, Ykbf, Raushan Baizhanova, Lena_mko, Murat Mamekov, Andrey Shel, Meruyert Mukhamed-Rakhimova, Aybar Uatay, Bogdan Gubin, Daniyar Zhaketov, Tatyana, Indira Guryeva, Himmel GB, ildar zn, Kirill Rozengurt, Al'firad, Михайлова Ирада, Kamila Kussainova, Pedro Vizuette Castro, Konnykh Andrey, Gaukhar Zhumabek, Alma, Inna Li, Каримжан, Assylbek Dossanov, Нурсултан Дарибек, Айжан Калыбековна, Aigerim Kuzhakhmetova, Дмитрий Аксёнов, Yuliya Soldatova, Айголек, О Наталья, SMM агентство 4Dclick, Филипп Полутин, telegram канал MyStart, Stanislav 13, Erjan K, Kate P, Kristina_run_fit, Snowcat, Anel Kamanova, Евгения Онбаева, Anara Abeuova, Аида, Marat Shaimardanov, Diana Smagulova, erb22, MyStart.kz, Дмитрий Докучаев, Saduov Radmir, Askar Zhussupov, Толкын Нурушева, chillkaef, Yuliya Korolkova, Мадошка, Aigul M, Алина, Даулет Суинтаев, RunZA страница бегового юмора, Akhtan Yerezhepov, Sergey Fyodorov, shakh -.-, Aidar Turmukhambetov, Айгерим Мурзалина_____________________________________________СТАНЬ ПАТРОНОМ и услышь своё имя в каждом эпизоде, получай эксклюзивы и выпуски раньше других, участвуй в розыгрыше мерча, получи его мгновенно или стань сразу моим гостем подкаста: ⁠ https://patreon.com/tentser⁠  Для тех, кто из России: https://boosty.to/tentser/donate_____________________________________________Страничка Ержана: https://www.instagram.com/yerzhan_brМоя страничка: ⁠ https://www.instagram.com/paveltentserblogМой телеграм: https://t.me/tentserСаунд: Turan - "Argymaq"Монтаж: https://www.instagram.com/alisher_gumarВизуал: ⁠ https://www.instagram.com/izhankinn

My Music with Graham Coath — Featuring Mara Liddle (Again!)She's back! After a diary mishap (totally Graham's fault), rising pop star Mara Liddle returns to My Music—and this time, we cover everything. From confidence breakthroughs and TikTok friendships to balancing a music career with an MA and the refusal to "grow up properly" (relatable, right?), Mara is open, funny, and full of momentum.We talk about:Her exciting new single "Sweet Talk" (out May 16th)A shift toward a darker, drum-and-bass-inspired soundBig gigs ahead—including opening for TATYANA in London on June 6thHer growing fanbase (working title: Little Legends) and why support from her local scene means everythingNavigating adulthood, artistic freedom, and the power of saying “yes” to yourselfPlus, Graham shares some advice from the “disgracefully old” end of the spectrum and tries to convince Mara to manifest her O2 debut with a five-year plan—and maybe a Little-sponsored wardrobe.This conversation concerns music, identity, community, and the beautiful chaos of figuring it all out. Whether you're a fan, a fellow artist, or love a good origin story, this episode will leave you smiling—and probably adding Sweet Talk to your playlist.

The God's Recording PodcastWhat's The Real Issue: Church Hurt Or Accountability?Hosted By. Rev. Bertram Be'Jay MajorFriday, May 9, 2025Special Guest: Min. Tatyana BartonMin. Barton's Book:https://www.amazon.com/Unmasking-Real-Me-Tatyana-Ferrer/dp/B0B2KZKK5GMin. Barton's YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@Tatyana.F.Barton27Cash App: $grpodcast02Contact and Social Media:Facebook - The God's Recording PodcastInstagram & X (Twitter) - bejm_ministriesEmail - bejministries16@gmail.comFor Life Coaching service and Ministry information go towww.bejmministries.com

ПАРТНЕРЫ ВЫПУСКА:RG Gold — https://www.rggold.kz/Полезный хлеб — https://www.instagram.com/gastronomy_lab______________________________________________В ГОСТЯХ: Прекрасные гостьи - нутрициолог Санди Айжарикова, которая расскажет как есть до тренировки, после нее и в течение недели и Анель Рзина - производитель полезного бездрожжевого хлеба. Вместе мы разобрались, что и как по питанию у бегунов!_____________________________________________ИНТЕРЕСНЫЙ ФАКТ: при составлении сценария к этому выпуску был использован ChatGPT и другие нейросети, но самое интересное, что промптом (запросом) в ИИ было простое "Зная всё, чем я занимаюсь, помоги составить сценарий к выпуску, где нужно связать хлеб с гостем нутрициологом". ИИ рулят!_____________________________________________КУПИТЬ МЕРЧ ПОДКАСТА:https://t.me/beguibasta_____________________________________________СПИСОК АКТУАЛЬНЫХ НА МОМЕНТ ПУБЛИКАЦИИ ПАТРОНОВ:Лунный Цветок, Aleksandr Morozov, Ykbf, Raushan Baizhanova, Lena_mko, Murat Mamekov, Andrey Shel, Meruyert Mukhamed-Rakhimova, Aybar Uatay, Bogdan Gubin, Daniyar Zhaketov, Tatyana, Indira Guryeva, Himmel GB, ildar zn, Kirill Rozengurt, Al'firad, Михайлова Ирада, Kamila Kussainova, Pedro Vizuette Castro, Konnykh Andrey, Gaukhar Zhumabek, Alma, Inna Li, Каримжан, Assylbek Dossanov, Нурсултан Дарибек, Айжан Калыбековна, Aigerim Kuzhakhmetova, Дмитрий Аксёнов, Yuliya Soldatova, Айголек, О Наталья, SMM агентство 4Dclick, Филипп Полутин, telegram канал MyStart, Stanislav 13, Erjan K, Kate P, Kristina_run_fit, Snowcat, Anel Kamanova, Евгения Онбаева, Anara Abeuova, Аида, Marat Shaimardanov, Diana Smagulova, erb22, MyStart.kz, Дмитрий Докучаев, Saduov Radmir, Askar Zhussupov, Толкын Нурушева, chillkaef, Yuliya Korolkova, Мадошка, Aigul M, Алина, Даулет Суинтаев, RunZA страница бегового юмора, Akhtan Yerezhepov, Sergey Fyodorov, shakh -.-, Aidar Turmukhambetov, Айгерим Мурзалина_____________________________________________СТАНЬ ПАТРОНОМ и услышь своё имя в каждом эпизоде, получай эксклюзивы и выпуски раньше других, участвуй в розыгрыше мерча, получи его мгновенно или стань сразу моим гостем подкаста: ⁠ https://patreon.com/tentser⁠  Для тех, кто из России: https://boosty.to/tentser/donate_____________________________________________Страничка Санди: https://www.instagram.com/sandy_aizharikovaСтраничка Анель: https://www.instagram.com/anelrzina232Моя страничка: ⁠ https://www.instagram.com/paveltentserblogМой телеграм: https://t.me/tentserСаунд: Turan - "Argymaq"Монтаж: https://www.instagram.com/alisher_gumarВизуал: ⁠ https://www.instagram.com/izhankinn

For this episode, I spoke with Tatyana Gao, Founder of Monada Coaching & Consulting, a company focused on helping people and organizations all over the world to thrive through conscious leadership, on how conscious leadership rooted in self-awareness and emotional intelligence can transform your leadership style and team culture for long-term success. You can find more information about my guest on my blog at https://buckleyplanet.com/2025/04/collabtalk-podcast-episode-172-with-tatyana-gao/

Biografie van Berend van Duren en zijn grote liefde Tatyana over eenzaamheid en onbegrip, keuzes en gevolgen, hoop en liefde in de Tweede Wereldoorlog. Een verhaal met een tijdloze boodschap. Uitgegeven door Uitgeverij Bard Spreker: Ellen Goulmy

Learn how Tatyana Zlotsky climbed the invisible ladder to the top of her profession.

From the New York Times bestselling author of House on Fire, a breakneck thriller that marries the dynastic opulence of Succession with the tense and disorienting spycraft of The Americans.Paul Brightman is a man on the run, living under an assumed name in a small New England town with a million-dollar bounty on his head. When his security is breached, Paul is forced to flee into the New Hampshire wilderness to evade Russian operatives who can seemingly predict his every move.Six years ago, Paul was a rising star on Wall Street who fell in love with a beautiful photographer named Tatyana—unaware that her father was a Russian oligarch and the object of considerable interest from several U.S. intelligence agencies. Now, to save his own life, Paul must unravel a decades-old conspiracy that extends to the highest reaches of the government.Rivaling the classic spy novels of the Cold War, The Oligarch's Daughter is built for the frightening world we live in now.Support this show http://supporter.acast.com/houseofmysteryradio. Become a member at https://plus.acast.com/s/houseofmysteryradio. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

As AI increasingly enters the workplace, are you leveraging its potential to augment your workforce, or are you at risk of being left behind in the era of multisapiens collaboration? Joining us today is Dr. Tatyana Mamut, Co-Founder and CEO of Wayfound, a company pioneering the integration of AI and human workforces. With a Ph.D. in Cultural Anthropology and extensive leadership experience at companies like Amazon, Salesforce, and IDEO, Tatyana brings a unique perspective on how AI can drive cultural shifts and redefine the future of work. At Wayfound, she's leading the charge to make AI agents a seamless part of our workforces, enabling humans and machines to collaborate more effectively than ever before. Dr. Tatyana Mamut is the CEO and Co-Founder of Wayfound where she is driving the next frontier of workforces through AI management for a more seamless multisapiens workforce. Leveraging her Ph.D in Cultural Anthropology, Mamut brings a unique approach to innovating in technology to use AI as the singular largest force for cultural shifts and impacts in the next century. Prior to Wayfound, she led product development and design at Pendo, where she met her co-founder, Chad Burnette. She's held other senior leadership roles at household tech names like Amazon, Salesforce, IDEO, and more. Wayfound is meeting the new era of the multisapiens workplace with innovative AI technology that helps monitor, coordinate and align priorities across various AI agents for streamlined systems that accomplish goals more autonomously and effectively. Wayfound is the most integral AI agent, trained to manage your other AI agents. RESOURCES Wayfound website: https://www.wayfound.ai/ Connect with Greg on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/gregkihlstrom Listen to The Agile Brand without the ads. Learn more here: https://bit.ly/3ymf7hd Don't miss a thing: get the latest episodes, sign up for our newsletter and more: https://www.theagilebrand.show Check out The Agile Brand Guide website with articles, insights, and Martechipedia, the wiki for marketing technology: https://www.agilebrandguide.com The Agile Brand podcast is brought to you by TEKsystems. Learn more here: https://www.teksystems.com/versionnextnow The Agile Brand is produced by Missing Link—a Latina-owned strategy-driven, creatively fueled production co-op. From ideation to creation, they craft human connections through intelligent, engaging and informative content. https://www.missinglink.company

In this conversation, Dr. Tatyana Mamut, CEO of Wayfound AI, shares her unique journey from being an immigrant in the United States to leading a company focused on AI agents. She discusses her academic background in economics and anthropology, her experiences growing up in immigrant communities, and the influence of her family's engineering legacy. Tatyana also reflects on her high school and college experiences, her passion for modeling human behavior, and the importance of aligning with one's destiny.00:00 Introduction 00:30 What is Tatyana Doing Today?4:40 Cultural Identity and Immigrant Experience10:00 Highschool Interests15:30 Family Background / College Experience32:00 Career Decisions 41:00 Going Back to Russia45:00 Pursuing PhD in Anthropology1:03:00 The Birth of Wayfound1:14:00 Goals for Wayfound 1:22:00 Contact Info Connect with Tatyana: Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/tmamutMentioned in this Episode:Wayfound: https://www.wayfound.ai/Want more from Ardan Labs? You can learn Go, Kubernetes, Docker & more through our video training, live events, or through our blog!Online Courses : https://ardanlabs.com/education/ Live Events : https://www.ardanlabs.com/live-training-events/ Blog : https://www.ardanlabs.com/blog Github : https://github.com/ardanlabs

In today's episode, we delve into the often-overlooked world of digital legacy planning with our special guests, Tatyana and Natalia, co-founders of DEXIT.  DEXIT specializes in helping individuals manage and organize their digital assets—ranging from social media accounts and online subscriptions to digital photos and crypto wallets.Our host, Darleen Mahoney, chats with Tatyana and Natalia about the importance of having a comprehensive plan for your online accounts, especially in situations of cognitive decline or after passing away. Through personal anecdotes and expert advice, they highlight the complexities of managing digital assets, the challenges faced by executors, and how important it is to streamline this daunting task by creating what can be thought of as a "digital will."Tune in to discover practical tips on how to protect your digital legacy, the significance of memorializing social media accounts, and why even your loyalty points and streaming services need to be part of your estate planning. Whether you're tech-savvy or just beginning to navigate the digital landscape, this episode offers invaluable insights into safeguarding your online presence for the future. Don't miss it!SeniorLivingGuide.com Podcast sponsored by: GoGo Grandparent 855-464-6874 (ext 81714) & TransMedCare Long Distance Medical Transportation The background music is written, performed and produced exclusively by purple-planet.com.https://www.purple-planet.com/ *SeniorLivingGuide.com Webinars and Podcast represents the opinions and expertise of our guests. The content here is for informational and educational purposes. It does not necessarily represent the views, recommendations, opinions or advice of Fairfax Publishing/SeniorLivingGuide.com or its employees 

Our first episode of 2025 will feature the Indian epic "Mahabharata" which is authored by Sage Vedavyasa. Our host, Preethy Padmanabhan guides an inspiring conversation with Tatyana Mamut, Co-founder and CEO of Wayfound. They discuss the concept of Dharma (duty, moral law) that plays a central role in the Mahabharata.  Tatyana was the Board Director and Chair of Comp Committee for UserTesting's IPO on NYSE. She is a leader and builder of successful new products & businesses at Nextdoor, Amazon, Salesforce, IDEO, and Pendo. She has 15 patents & patents pending for technology inventions, including 5 for GenerativeAI innovations. Topics: 00:00 Introduction to Leadership and Time 00:48 Welcome to 10x Growth Strategies Podcast 01:15 Guest Introduction: Tatyana Mamut 01:54 Tatyana's Personal Journey 04:09 Exploring the Mahabharata 07:29 Leadership Lessons from the Mahabharata 10:58 Key Takeaways on Leadership 15:40 Understanding Dharma and Duty 25:07 Lessons from Arjuna 34:11 Self-Awareness and Overcoming Failures 38:40 Final Words of Wisdom Read the book: Amazon - https://a.co/d/gyKPLHi  Wikipedia - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahabharata 

Host Tatyana Felt sits down with Kogan Lewis, a lifelong lover of the outdoors and advocate for healthy ecosystems, teams, and communities. Raised in Missoula, Montana, and now based in Utah, Kogan shares his journey from earning a B.S. in Microbiology and an M.S. in Geology to impactful roles with the National Park Service, US Forest Service, Salt Lake City Public Lands, and Five Valleys Land Trust. Together, they explore how Kogan's passion for nature and adventure has shaped his career and personal life, from restoring wild spaces to “torturing” his kids with mountain and desert adventures. Whether you're navigating your career path or seeking inspiration to align your work with your passions, Tatyana and Kogan offer relatable insights, plenty of humor, and actionable advice for crafting a life and career you love.

Tatyana Voloshin of Unidelics is a Russian Ukrainian Amanita muscaria mushroom educator who grew up steeped in the tradition of this iconic and enigmatic mushroom. She educates us on the role of Amanita in traditional cultures around the world, and shares how her upbringing and connection to healers using this mushroom informs her current practice mentoring people in best practices for connecting with the 'Fly Agaric' fungi.Please rate and review this episode ( : Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Here's what to expect on the podcast:Yuriy's journey in founding Hope for Ukraine.How the organization manages operations through a network of over 100 volunteer groups across Ukraine.The organization's approach to ensuring clear and consistent communication with its donors.The devastating impact of the war on civilians.And much more! About Yuriy:Yuriy Boyechko is the founder and president of Hope For Ukraine Inc., a nonprofit organization dedicated to serving individuals and families in Ukraine's most impoverished communities. With a Master's degree in Media Communication from Regent University, Yuriy has spent over two decades working in the media and entertainment industry.In 2016, he channeled his passion for advocacy and humanitarian work into founding Hope For Ukraine. The organization was founded before the war, originally to focus on amplifying the voices of underserved populations, particularly children affected by HIV and AIDS, and provides critical support such as medical care for children with disabilities, as well as food and clothing for families living in extreme poverty.Now, as the war in Ukraine continues, Hope for Ukraine strives to provide much-needed support for food supplies, education services, childcare, healthcare, and shelter. Together with his wife, Tatyana, Yuriy is committed to making a lasting impact in Ukraine's most vulnerable communities. Connect with Yuriy Boyechko!Website: https://hfu.org/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/hope-for-ukraine/Twitter: https://x.com/hopeforukraineInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/hopeforukraine/ Connect with Candice Snyder!Website: https://hairhealthvitality.com/passion-purpose-and-possibilities/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/candice.snyderInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/candicesny17/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/candicesnyder/ICAN Institute: https://vl729.isrefer.com/go/mindandbody/PassionPurpose22/Shop For A Cause With Gifts That Give Back to Nonprofits: https://thekindnesscause.com/

In this episode of the Period Recovery Podcast, Tatyana shares her inspiring journey from struggling with Hypothalamic Amenorrhea to celebrating her pregnancy. She discusses the challenges she faced, the importance of seeking help, and the role of community support in her recovery. Tatyana reflects on societal pressures regarding body image and the impact of her past experiences with the pill. She emphasizes the significance of letting go of control and embracing change, ultimately leading to a healthier relationship with food and exercise. Tatyana's story serves as a beacon of hope for women facing similar struggles, encouraging them to seek support and trust their bodies.TakeawaysTatyana's journey to recovery was long but rewarding.Community support played a crucial role in her recovery.Letting go of control was essential for healing.Societal pressures can negatively impact body image.Asking for help is a sign of strength, not weakness.Tatiana's experience with the pill highlighted the importance of understanding one's body.The DEXA scan was a turning point in her journey.Building new relationships helped her embrace her new self.Tatyana's pregnancy is a testament to her recovery success.It's important to trust your body and its needs.Apply for coaching w/Cynthia:  https://p.bttr.to/3ybjfOb Need guidance in eating? Check out this FREE Meal Plan from CynthiaWebsite: https://www.periodnutritionist.com  Instagram: www.instagram.com/period.nutritionistFor the full show notes - please visit my website: periodnutritionist.com

My friend, has life gotten you so down that you've forgotten that you have Superpowers? Bay Area-based writer, performer, and educator Tatyana Brown is battling break-ups, job loss and the Sads; so should she really given up on sex at this young age? Hoping to jumpstart her libido, she heads to a play party and when a beautiful woman says “I could go for some strap-on sex,” Tatyana's lightbulb moment happens. Before you can say Polyamorous Clown Car, she's instigating a tournament where dozens of sexy badasses are competing in multiple heats for a naked audience. Sometimes you have to Go for the Gold to get your mojo back! #Instigator #Shenanigans #SlowClap #MakeItWeird   Song: ‘Girls Just Wanna have Sex' (Mazie)   About the Storyteller:   Tatyana Brown is a Bay Area-based writer, performer, and educator. She has toured nationally, performing and facilitating workshops for almost 10 years. Her work has appeared on NPR's Snap Judgment and she has taught at Yale University, Indiana University, Duke, and many more. She's been on the Bawdy stage since the very beginning and loves to spend time with people who are far, far sluttier than she can currently be.    Queer l Polyamorous l Play Party l Strap-On l Break-Up l Connection l Kindness l LGBT l Empathy l Sex Drive l Oakland l Sex Party l Genderqueer l Communication l Public Sex l Boundaries l Sacred l Pool Party l Human Pyramid l Orgy l Toy Bag l Go-Go Boots l Witty Banter l Blowjob l Deepthroat l Hot Tub l Performance l Napoleon l Audience l Judges l Rejection l Name Your Desire l Slow Clap l Floor Exercises l Multiple Positions l Camp Counselor l Dismount l Rookie l Applause l   Episode links:   Substack: Have you signed up yet? Thank you to all the people who've signed up for my new 'Dixie Ramble' newsletter. Substack is a great way to stay on top of audio, video and written stories from Bawdy. You can subscribe to The Dixie Ramble at https://substack.com/profile/22550258-dixie-de-la-tour   Is this the End? Folks, I'm still considering ending the Bawdy podcast at 300 episodes. That means there's less than a month's worth of episodes to go. 8 Years is a long time and Podcasting is a lot of work, so I may pause or end this thing. I wonder: should put my energy to better use. Should I write a book? Start creating online courses? Sell pics of my feet?   If you love Bawdy, I need to hear from you. If you want these stories, let me know. This decision will affect both of us. And if you listen and love this thing, please make a One-time or Ongoing Donation to keep the Podcast going.   One Time Donation links are at:   Venmo: @BawdyStorytelling or https://www.venmo.com/bawdystorytelling CashApp: https://cash.app/$DixieDeLaTour Paypal: paypal.me/bawdystorytelling Zelle: https://www.zellepay.com/  Email address is  BawdyStorytelling@gmail.com BuyMeACoffee: buymeacoff.ee/bawdy   Ko-fi : Ko-fi.com/thanksbawdy     Ongoing Support: Better yet, Join Bawdy's Patreon now to get exclusive Patreon-only rewards (and my eternal gratitude). Podcasting has been decimated by high profile celebrity podcasts, and Independent podcast like Bawdy are suffering…The Golden Age of Podcasting is over, so if you love the Bawdy podcast, remember: this thing is entirely Listener Supported, and we need your financial assistance to continue.   It's at https://www.patreon.com/Bawdy Sign up now and get the Replay of the Portland BawdySlam! (Plus the Portland curated show is up on Patreon, waiting for you)   How can I help?   Story Coaching: I'd love to work with you on your personal story, because Storytelling is essential to your work, dating and social life. Right now I'm offering private coaching on Zoom… Want to work on your personal branding? (your dating profile, website, storytelling for job interviews, etc). I can help you live the life that you've always dreamed about: communicating with clarity, feeling more confident when you speak socially and on stage, landing your dream job, and discovering what makes *you* tick - storytelling is so good for figuring out what drives you. Whether it's getting onstage for the first time, writing your memoir, creating a podcast, opening up your marriage, embracing a new identity or finding your way to a new, more authentic life, I can help. Email me at BawdyStorytelling@gmail.com and let's make it happen.   Sexuality and Kink Coaching: Are you looking to create your own Bawdy stories? Let me help you find the life you're dreaming of. I'm available for sexuality and kinky coaching;  If you've always wished that you had someone to talk to openly, and someone who could help you naviagate this new world, I'm here to support you, if you want it - you decide what role I play. I'm here to help!   Merchandise: Bawdy Got Me Laid perfume: Dixie has created her own fragrance and it's getting rave reviews!   Here's a review of #BawdyGotMeLaid : “Okay hear me out, THIS PERFUME IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. I will probably never buy perfume from another shop. That's how good these are. #bawdygotmelaid is so sexy, so sweet, so delicious. The Amber and ylang ylang is what sold me, and it did not disappoint!” - Carlie You'll love #BawdyGotMeLaid, scented with golden Honey, Amber, Ylang Ylang, and warm Vanilla. There's also our creamy Bawdy Butter, Hair & Bawdy Oil, & more. Bawdy Got Me Laid cologne - in a beautiful bottle, or a convenient roll-on applicator - means you can deliver your own great smelling Motorboats while supporting Bawdy. It's sexy yet innocent, and even moms and kids love it.   Get yours today at https://bawdystorytelling.com/merchandise Read more reviews here: https://sucreabeille.com/products/bawdygotmelaid   Subscribe to the Bawdy Storytelling email at https://bawdystorytelling.com/subscribe   Where should I bring Bawdy next? Do you want Bawdy Storytelling in *your* city? I'm ramping up for more cities and live shows. Maybe an evening of *my* personal stories, or a House Concert, a BawdySlam, or ? Send me a message, tell me what you're thinking, and let's work together. Message me at BawdyStorytelling@gmail.com   Check out our Bawdy Storytelling Fiends and Fans group on Facebook - it's a place to discuss the podcast's stories with the storytellers, share thoughts with your fellow listeners, & help Dixie make the podcast even better. Just answer 3 simple questions and you're IN! https://www.facebook.com/groups/360169851578316/ Thank you to the Team that makes this podcast possible! Team Bawdy is:   Podcast Producer: Roman Den Houdijker Sound Engineer: David Grosof Storytelling support by Mosa Maxwell-Smith Video & Livestream support from Donal Mooney Bawdy's Creator & Host is Dixie De La Tour & Thank you to Pleasure Podcasts. Bawdy Storytelling is proud to be part of your s*x-positive podcast collective!   Website: https://bawdystorytelling.com/ On Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bawdystorytelling/ Like us at www.Facebook.com/BawdyStorytelling Join us on FetLife: https://fetlife.com/groups/46341 Support us on Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/Bawdy Watch us on YouTube at http://bit.ly/BawdyTV Find out about upcoming Podcast episodes - & Livestreams - at www.BawdyStorytelling.com/subscribe  

Tatyana McFadden has 20 Paralympic medals in wheelchair racing. She's won four New York City Marathons. When she's racing downhill, her arms push her to speeds of 40 miles an hour. This episode, tune in to learn how Tatyana went from an orphanage in Russia to one of the most decorated athletes in the world.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

#494: Tatyana is about to pay off her house at age 39! What's next? Her husband, who earns twice as much (and whom she met after she bought the home), has no savings. They want a boat. Should she focus there? Matthew recently ended a relationship that resulted in a real estate buyout with an 8.1 percent interest rate. With rates expected to decline, how long should he wait to refinance the loan? Rachel's friends know her as the finance gal, but she's stumped about closed-end funds. What should she know about these investments? Erin and Angelique call in with a loan strategy to tackle Steve's double mortgage dilemma from Episode 478. Former financial planner Joe Saul-Sehy and I tackle these three questions in today's episode. Enjoy! P.S. Got a question? Leave it at https://affordanything.com/podcast-questions For more information, visit the show notes at https://affordanything.com/episode494 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices