Podcasts about Trilby

A story about a mysterious oriental figure who pursues a British politician to London, where he wreaks havoc with his powers of hypnosis and shape-shifting, Marsh's novel is of a piece with other sensational turn-of-the-century fictions such as Stoker's Dracula, George du Maurier's Trilby, and Sax Rohmer's Fu Manchu novels. Like Dracula and many of the sensation novels pioneered by Wilkie Collins and others in the 1860s, The Beetle is narrated from the perspectives of multiple characters, a technique used in many late nineteenth-century novels (those of Wilkie Collins and Stoker, for example) to create suspense.Richard Marsh was the pseudonym of the British author born Richard Bernard Heldmann. (From Wikipedia.)This is a collaborative reading.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

A story about a mysterious oriental figure who pursues a British politician to London, where he wreaks havoc with his powers of hypnosis and shape-shifting, Marsh's novel is of a piece with other sensational turn-of-the-century fictions such as Stoker's Dracula, George du Maurier's Trilby, and Sax Rohmer's Fu Manchu novels. Like Dracula and many of the sensation novels pioneered by Wilkie Collins and others in the 1860s, The Beetle is narrated from the perspectives of multiple characters, a technique used in many late nineteenth-century novels (those of Wilkie Collins and Stoker, for example) to create suspense.Richard Marsh was the pseudonym of the British author born Richard Bernard Heldmann. (From Wikipedia.)This is a collaborative reading.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

A story about a mysterious oriental figure who pursues a British politician to London, where he wreaks havoc with his powers of hypnosis and shape-shifting, Marsh's novel is of a piece with other sensational turn-of-the-century fictions such as Stoker's Dracula, George du Maurier's Trilby, and Sax Rohmer's Fu Manchu novels. Like Dracula and many of the sensation novels pioneered by Wilkie Collins and others in the 1860s, The Beetle is narrated from the perspectives of multiple characters, a technique used in many late nineteenth-century novels (those of Wilkie Collins and Stoker, for example) to create suspense.Richard Marsh was the pseudonym of the British author born Richard Bernard Heldmann. (From Wikipedia.)This is a collaborative reading.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

A story about a mysterious oriental figure who pursues a British politician to London, where he wreaks havoc with his powers of hypnosis and shape-shifting, Marsh's novel is of a piece with other sensational turn-of-the-century fictions such as Stoker's Dracula, George du Maurier's Trilby, and Sax Rohmer's Fu Manchu novels. Like Dracula and many of the sensation novels pioneered by Wilkie Collins and others in the 1860s, The Beetle is narrated from the perspectives of multiple characters, a technique used in many late nineteenth-century novels (those of Wilkie Collins and Stoker, for example) to create suspense.Richard Marsh was the pseudonym of the British author born Richard Bernard Heldmann. (From Wikipedia.)This is a collaborative reading.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

A story about a mysterious oriental figure who pursues a British politician to London, where he wreaks havoc with his powers of hypnosis and shape-shifting, Marsh's novel is of a piece with other sensational turn-of-the-century fictions such as Stoker's Dracula, George du Maurier's Trilby, and Sax Rohmer's Fu Manchu novels. Like Dracula and many of the sensation novels pioneered by Wilkie Collins and others in the 1860s, The Beetle is narrated from the perspectives of multiple characters, a technique used in many late nineteenth-century novels (those of Wilkie Collins and Stoker, for example) to create suspense.Richard Marsh was the pseudonym of the British author born Richard Bernard Heldmann. (From Wikipedia.)This is a collaborative reading.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

A story about a mysterious oriental figure who pursues a British politician to London, where he wreaks havoc with his powers of hypnosis and shape-shifting, Marsh's novel is of a piece with other sensational turn-of-the-century fictions such as Stoker's Dracula, George du Maurier's Trilby, and Sax Rohmer's Fu Manchu novels. Like Dracula and many of the sensation novels pioneered by Wilkie Collins and others in the 1860s, The Beetle is narrated from the perspectives of multiple characters, a technique used in many late nineteenth-century novels (those of Wilkie Collins and Stoker, for example) to create suspense.Richard Marsh was the pseudonym of the British author born Richard Bernard Heldmann. (From Wikipedia.)This is a collaborative reading.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

A story about a mysterious oriental figure who pursues a British politician to London, where he wreaks havoc with his powers of hypnosis and shape-shifting, Marsh's novel is of a piece with other sensational turn-of-the-century fictions such as Stoker's Dracula, George du Maurier's Trilby, and Sax Rohmer's Fu Manchu novels. Like Dracula and many of the sensation novels pioneered by Wilkie Collins and others in the 1860s, The Beetle is narrated from the perspectives of multiple characters, a technique used in many late nineteenth-century novels (those of Wilkie Collins and Stoker, for example) to create suspense.Richard Marsh was the pseudonym of the British author born Richard Bernard Heldmann. (From Wikipedia.)This is a collaborative reading.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

A story about a mysterious oriental figure who pursues a British politician to London, where he wreaks havoc with his powers of hypnosis and shape-shifting, Marsh's novel is of a piece with other sensational turn-of-the-century fictions such as Stoker's Dracula, George du Maurier's Trilby, and Sax Rohmer's Fu Manchu novels. Like Dracula and many of the sensation novels pioneered by Wilkie Collins and others in the 1860s, The Beetle is narrated from the perspectives of multiple characters, a technique used in many late nineteenth-century novels (those of Wilkie Collins and Stoker, for example) to create suspense.Richard Marsh was the pseudonym of the British author born Richard Bernard Heldmann. (From Wikipedia.)This is a collaborative reading.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Duke Francis of Brittany's loyal right-hand man or the Svengali to Francis' Trilby?  He quickly came to discover that the nobility doesn't like tailors' sons.....unless they're measuring them up for a suit.   Join our Patreon family for yet more episodes and to join our Discord - Tudoriferous | creating a Podcast discussing the great, good and mad Tudor Era | Patreon   Relevant Episodes - S1-049 Anne de Beaujeu, Part Two | Tudoriferous S1 - 003 - Jasper Tudor, Duke of Bedford and Earl of Pembroke | Tudoriferous

In late-1800s Paris, an eighteen-year-old artist's model named Trilby suffers from headaches no doctor can touch. The cure, when it finally arrives, comes from the eyes of a strange musician named Svengali — and her friends are convinced she should never have let him near her.Look for this podcast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, iHeart Radio, Amazon Music, Pandora, TuneIn Radio, and other podcast apps. Get a list of free listening apps here: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/OTRCHAPTERS & TIME STAMPS (All Times Approximate)…00:00:00.000 = Show Open00:01:30.028 = CBS Mystery Theater, “Trilby” (September 30, 1977)00:47:17.842 = Radio City Playhouse, “Mother” (September 11, 1949)01:17:06.447 = Max Haines Mystery, “Arthur Gusy” (Mid 1940's)01:40:56.965 = The Sealed Book, “Escape By Death” (April 15, 1945) ***WD (LQ)02:11:50.125 = The Shadow, “The Man Who Lived Twice” (February 09, 1941)02:35:04.740 = Sleep No More, “Death of Oliver” and “Fishhead” (December 26, 1956) ***WD03:04:24.816 = BBC Spinechillers, “Cupboard Beneath The Stairs” (April 2006)03:18:28.728 = Strange Wills, “Treasure To Starboard” (July 13, 1946)03:48:08.450 = Strange, “Captain Robinson” (1955)04:01:53.644 = Suspense, “Suspicion” (April 03, 1948)05:00:47.763 = Show Close(ADU) = Air Date Unknown(LQ) = Low Quality***WD = Remastered, edited, or cleaned up by Weird Darkness to make the episode more listenable. Audio may not be pristine, but it will be better than the original file which may have been unusable or more difficult to hear without editing.CUSTOM WEBPAGE: https://weirddarkness.com/WDRR0651

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

Ever since Franz Anton Mesmer induced trance-like states in his Parisian subjects in the late eighteenth century, dressed in long purple robes, hypnosis has been associated with performance, power and the occult.  It has exerted a powerful hold over the cultural imagination, featuring in novels and films including Bram Stoker's Dracula and George du Maurier's Trilby - and it was even practiced by Charles Dickens himself.But despite some debate within the medical establishment about the scientific validity of hypnosis, it continues to be used today as a successful treatment for physical and psychological conditions. Scientists are also using hypnosis to learn more about the power of suggestion and belief. With: Catherine Wynne, Reader in Victorian and Early Twentieth-Century Literature and Visual Cultures at the University of HullDevin Terhune, Reader in Experimental Psychology at King's College LondonAndQuinton Deeley, Consultant Neuropsychiatrist at the South London and Maudsley NHS Foundation Trust, and Senior Lecturer at the Institute of Psychiatry, Psychology and Neuroscience at King's College London, where he leads the Cultural and Social Neuroscience Research Group.Producer: Eliane GlaserReading list:Henri F. Ellenberger, The Discovery of the Unconscious: The History and Evolution of Dynamic Psychiatry (Vol. 1, Basic Books, 1970)William Hughes, That Devil's Trick: Hypnotism and the Victorian Popular Imagination (Manchester University Press, 2015)Asti Hustvedt, Medical Muses: Hysteria in Nineteenth-Century Paris (Bloomsbury, 2011)Fred Kaplan, Dickens and Mesmerism: The Hidden Springs of Fiction (first published 1975; Princeton University Press, 2017)Wendy Moore, The Mesmerist: The Society Doctor Who Held Victorian London Spellbound (Weidenfeld and Nicolson, 2017)Michael R. Nash and Amanda J. Barnier (eds.), The Oxford Handbook of Hypnosis Theory, Research, and Practice (Oxford University Press, 2012)Judith Pintar and Steven Jay Lynn, Hypnosis: A Brief History (John Wiley & Sons, 2008)Amir Raz, The Suggestible Brain: The Science and Magic of How We Make Up Our Minds (Balance, 2024)Robin Waterfield, Hidden Depths: The Story of Hypnosis (Pan, 2004) Alison Winter, Mesmerized: Powers of Mind in Victorian Britain (Chicago University Press, 1998) Fiction: Thomas Mann, Mario and the Magician: & other stories (first published 1930; Vintage Classics, 1996)George du Maurier, Trilby (first published 1894; Penguin Classics, 1994)Bram Stoker, Dracula (first published 1897; Penguin Classics, 2003)In Our Time is a BBC Studios Audio production

Catherine meets a man who has come ‘home' after many years. --Catherine Carr stops strangers to ask them “Where Are You Going?” and uncovers unexpected stories about people's lives.---Named 'Podcast of the Year' by Radio Times and picked as 'Best Podcasts of the Year 2023' by the Financial Times, Observer, Pod Bible and The Week. ---The conversations that follow are always unpredictable: sometimes funny, sometimes heart-breaking, silly, romantic or occasionally downright ‘stop-you-in-your-tracks' surprising. Catherine's been travelling and recording since 2014. Be transported to places around the world and into the lives of others: You just never know what story is coming next…Join our Where Are You Going? Club for bonus audio, exclusive behind the scenes content and a chance to interact with Catherine, the production team and other club members.Find out more at www.whereareyougoing.co.uk/clubWe're actively seeking brand partners and sponsors and would love to talk to you. Please email us at whereareyougoing@loftusmedia.co.uk---Presented by Catherine CarrProduced by the team at Loftus MediaMusic by Edwin PearsonFollow whereareyougoing on InstagramCheck out our site: whereareyougoing.co.ukSend us an email: whereareyougoing@loftusmedia.co.uk Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

How we think about walking is important to remaining consistent. During today's ten-minute walk, Dave shares a message from Trilby who is changing her walking mindset.Check out Walking is Fitness on YouTubeSupport the podcast with a donation through Buy Me A CoffeeDownload your free 90 Days To A Fitness Habit That Lasts Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

How we think about walking is important to remaining consistent. During today's ten-minute walk, Dave shares a message from Trilby who is changing her walking mindset. Check out Walking is Fitness on YouTube Support the podcast with a donation through Buy Me A Coffee Download your free 90 Days To A Fitness Habit That Lasts Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

...and Trilby's Notes! Join the HG101 gang as they discuss and rank a McDonalds game with no fast food in it whatsoever. Then stick around for TRILBY'S NOTES, an indie adventure game by Ben "Yahtzee" Croshaw! This weekend's Patreon Bonus Get episode will be AFTER BURNER: CLIMAX — Sega's flashy update to the coin-op classic! Donate at Patreon to get this bonus content and much, much more! Follow the show on Bluesky to get the latest and straightest dope. Check out what games we've already ranked on the Big Damn List, then nominate a game of your own via five-star review on Apple Podcasts! Take a screenshot and show it to us on our Discord server! Intro music by NORM. 2024 © Hardcore Gaming 101, all rights reserved. No portion of this or any other Hardcore Gaming 101 ("HG101") content/data shall be included, referenced, or otherwise used in any model, resource, or collection of data.

'Your chance to enjoy again' has arrived. In this 'best bit', we hear from comedian Tom Allen and presenter Sara Cox.Jane and Fi will be back after the bank holiday on Tuesday the 27th. See you then!If you want to contact the show to ask a question and get involved in the conversation then please email us: janeandfi@times.radioFollow us on Instagram! @janeandfiPodcast Producer: Eve SalusburyExecutive Producer: Rosie Cutler Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The episode 3121 days in the making In this episode of Ben & Harry... This or That  Robbie Williams releases a song about Ben & Harry Footy Questions: Harry's compliment for Ben's defending, in season diet, will the zoomies return?!, Carlton Respects  Carlton crowd Grinch update  Twinners & Losers Question time: Ashley from Aberfeldie, Ben from Perth, Trilby from Mooroolbark  Get involved in the show by DMing Ben & Harry on Instagram: (https://www.instagram.com/benandharrypodcast/) ...and follow us on TikTok (https://www.tiktok.com/@benandharrypodcast) Host: Will "Rollo" Ralston, Executive Producer: Michael James, Audio engineer: Matt Nikolic, Social media: Ethan Meldrum -------------- new episode every Tuesday! Subscribe on LiSTNR: https://www.listnr.com/podcasts/ben-and-harry Subscribe on Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/au/podcast/ben-and-harry/id1675419795  Subscribe on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0sBeweyrEckNmmmwRoEUb0?si=6839e82cfce24d9f See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Catherine meets students in Norwich taking down a flag and discovers it's an important day for Indians. ---We're actively seeking brand partners and sponsors for this podcast and would love to talk to you. Please email us at whereareyougoing@loftusmedia.co.uk---Where Are You Going? is a unique storytelling podcast in which Catherine Carr interrupts people as they go about their everyday lives and asks simply: “Where are you going?” The conversations that follow are always unpredictable: sometimes funny, sometimes heart-breaking, silly, romantic or occasionally downright ‘stop-you-in-your-tracks' surprising.Be transported to places around the world and into the lives of others: You just never know what story is coming next… Presented by Catherine Carr Music by Edwin PearsonProduced by the team at Loftus Media Follow whereareyougoing on InstagramCheck out our site: whereareyougoing.co.uk Send us an email: whereareyougoing@loftusmedia.co.uk Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Welcome to this Friday's "Friday Night Noir" on Vintage Classic Radio, where we dive deep into the shadows of classic suspense and mystery. Our journey through the darkened corridors of the past begins with the "Suspense" radio show and the chilling episode "The Dunwich Horror," originally aired on November 1, 1945. This adaptation brings to life H.P. Lovecraft's tale of unnameable horror in the secluded town of Dunwich, Massachusetts. The story unfolds around Wilbur Whateley, a sinister character born into a family with a mysterious past, and his quest to acquire an ancient and powerful tome, The Necronomicon. As strange events plague the town, the locals grow increasingly terrified of the Whateley family and the indescribable entity lurking on their property. The episode's cast featured Ronald Colman as the Narrator, adding a layer of gravitas and suspense to the story. His performance, alongside a talented ensemble cast, brought the eerie tale to life, making it a memorable entry in the "Suspense" catalog. Following "The Dunwich Horror," our noir night continues with a journey into the world of the "CBS Radio Mystery Theater" and the episode titled "Trilby," which first enthralled listeners on September 30, 1977. "Trilby" is based on the novel by George du Maurier, where a young and impressionable artist's model, Trilby O'Ferrall, falls under the spell of the enigmatic Svengali, a man with the mysterious power to control minds. Set against the backdrop of Bohemian Paris, this tale of manipulation, obsession, and the power of the human will captivates with its exploration of artistic life and the dark influences that can drive it. The episode featured a stellar cast, including Mercedes McCambridge as Trilby and Ian Martin as Svengali, whose performances breathed life into these complex characters and their haunting narrative. Both episodes are exemplary instances of their respective series' ability to capture the imagination and hold listeners in rapt attention with stories of intrigue, mystery, and the supernatural. Join us this Friday on Vintage Classic Radio for "Friday Night Noir" to experience these masterpieces of the airwaves once again.

This week we've got the incredible filmmaker Kieron Hawkes on the pod. Gordon, Martin & Kieron chat getting jumped after a Krav Maga session, meeting Martin, directing in the UK vs US, Piggy, his battle with cancer, doing to Dennis Quaid's, working with Michael Gambon and a lot more. Make sure you subscribe and leave a 5 star review! If you'd like to share the times you've been a resourceful rascal, or want to get in touch, send an email to Hello@RestlessNativesPodcast.comPlease review Global's Privacy Policy: https://global.com/legal/privacy-policy

Diesmal geht es um Svengali, eine fiktive Figur aus dem Roman „Trilby“ von George du Maurier aus dem Jahr 1894. Svengali ist ein hypnotischer Musiker, der die Titelfigur Trilby in seinen Bann zieht und ihr das Singen beibringt. Wir sprechen über die Hintergründe und Fakten rund um Svengali. Dabei beleuchten wir die Entstehungsgeschichte der Figur, ihre Bedeutung für die Popkultur und die verschiedenen Interpretationen, die im Laufe der Zeit entstanden sind. Natürlich kommen wir auch nicht umhin, den unverhohlenen Antisemitismus in „Trilby“ zu thematisieren und einzuordnen, warum er so prominent in den Roman aufgenommen wurde. Termine und Orte: HOAXILLA® live Die wahre Wahrheit ™ – 2024 Wie man uns unterstützen kann, könnt ihr hier nachlesen. Zum HOAXILLA Merchandise geht es hier.

On the chat, we've got a chat with Erin Swanson and Wiatt Bowers on the Orange Belt Trail project that's been in the works over the past couple of years. Erin is a Pasco County Project Manager and Wiatt is a Consultant Project Manager for the Orange Belt Trail project. The Orange Belt Trail is a proposed multiuse trail spanning approximately 37 miles through Pasco County from Trinity to Trilby. It would provide key connections to the Coast-to-Coast Trail, Starkey Trail, Suncoast Trail, and Withlacoochee Trail as well as link communities such as Trinity, Odessa, Land O'Lakes, Wesley Chapel, and Dade City!   More Info: https://orangebelttrail.com http://orangebelttrail.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/04/OBT_Workshops_4.2023_update.pdf

Es gab eine Zeit, als kaum jemand ohne ihn das Haus verließ. Der Hut. Ab den 1960er Jahren verschwand er zunehmend aus dem Straßenbild. Heute erleben die klassischen Hutformen Porkpie, Trilby und Fedora eine Renaissance. Wie es dazu kam, erzählt uns Klaus Mühlbauer. Er leitet in 4. Generation die Wiener Hutmanufaktur Mühlbauer. Zu den Kundinnen zählen Stars wie Brad Pitt, Meryl Streep, Madonna oder Yoko Ono. Wir sprechen mit Klaus über die neueste Kollektion und die Herausforderung, den Hut ins 21. Jahrhundert zu retten. Während der Modewoche in Paris präsentieren österreichische Designerinnen und Designer ihre neuen Kollektionen im Showroom von Wien Products, eine Vereinigung von Wiener Betrieben unter dem Dach der Wirtschaftskammer Wien. https://www.wienproducts.at/ueber-uns/ https://www.muehlbauer.com https://www.instagram.com/muehlbauer_hats KAP Podcast website: https://www.kapture.ch Unterstützen: Wir sind jetzt bei Patreon, eine Crowdfunding Plattform auf der ihr unsere Arbeit oder die Produktion unserer Podcast Folgen unterstützen könnt. Wenn euch also unsere Beiträge gefallen und ihr Patreon werden wollt, ist es ganz einfach. Hier ist der link zu unserer Patreon-Seite patreon.com/kap_podcast Ihr könnt einen Betrag eurer Wahl anklicken, mit dem ihr uns einmalig oder monatlich unterstützt. Vielen Dank. Foto Ⓒ Maria Ziegelböck

The Final Draft podcast is all about books, writing and literary culture. We're dedicated to exploring Australian writing, looking into the issues that drive our storytelling to discover more from the books you love. These are the stories that make us who we are. Kate is the author of more than twenty books (along with Jol) You will likely have seen her name on such covers as Bin Chicken and Yours Troolie, Alice Toolie. Today she is joining us, not with an ably firm toft at peek melt  but with a terribly dangerous, cake filled novel called The Dangerous Business of Being Trilby Moffat. Discover more of Kate's work at katejoltemple.com Final Draft is produced and presented by Andrew Pople Want more great conversations with Australian authors? Discover this and many more conversations on Final Draft every week from 2ser. Get in touch with Andrew and Final Draft. We love to hear about what you're reading! Twitter - https://twitter.com/finaldraft2ser  Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/finaldraft2ser/  Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/finaldraft2ser/ 

Kate Temple and Dani Vee: The Dangerous Business of Being Trilby Moffat

Do you feel called to ministry? Have you been wondering what to do next or who to talk to? Ministry can be a lonely journey, but God desires for us to be in community and support one another along the way.    If God has been whispering to you then this is for you…   In today's episode, we chat with Apostle Trilby Ball on how to know your calling in ministry and the key to longevity.    CONNECT WITH APOSTLE TRILBY BALL:   Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/trilby.ball.58 Facebook Ministry Page: https://www.facebook.com/GYHMguardyourheartministries Website: https://www.guardyourheartministries.com/ Let's Work Together! → YOU'RE INVITED TO JOIN THE CALLED AND CONFIDENT ACCELERATOR!    Talk Soon, Shayla   Email: hello@shaylahilton.com Learn More: https://www.shaylahilton.com/ Free Resources: https://www.shaylahilton.com/freebies YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/c/ShaylaHilton Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/shayla.hilton.52 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/shaylalhilton/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/calledandconfidentpodcast/

Today on Middle Grade Mavens, Julie chats to Kate Temple, author of "The Dangerous Business of being Trilby Moffat." To learn more about Kate head to Kate Temple Books - Hachette Australia This is NOT just any old book. THIS is a legal document. It contains a truthful record of how Trilby Moffat was accidentally promoted to the most important job that ever existed. The job of Time Keeper. A mystery illness is making people bake ancient cakes, speak dead languages and then fall asleep and never wake up. When Trilby Moffat's mother catches this strange sickness, Trilby must find her only other surviving relative, a 300-year-old aunt who lives in a secret antique shop on the edge of time. Ahead of Trilby lies an unusual inheritance, an opportunity that will never be repeated and a man in a top hat who will try to kill her . . . more than once. This is the story of how one ordinary girl finds herself on a deliciously fast-paced adventure, fleeing to an island where time doesn't exist, cats are particularly rude and cake is always on the menu. Here she will take on the most treacherous job of all time. Well . . . outside of time, to be precise. THIS IS THE DANGEROUS BUSINESS OF BEING TRILBY MOFFAT. Check out Kate's book here The Dangerous Business of Being Trilby Moffat, Trilby Moffat : Book 1 by Kate Temple | 9780734420909 | Booktopia To learn more about the Mavens, head on over to https://www.middlegradepodcast.com For Julie's author services drop by Author Services – Julie Anne Grasso Books And for Pamela online find her at https://www.ueckerman.net Have a question or comment? Email us at mavens@middlegradepodcast.com To follow us on Instagram: Kidlit podcaster + Graphic Novelist + Librarian (@middle_grade_mavens_pitch_reel) • Instagram photos and videos --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/middlegrademavens/message

Demon Squad applies some prosthetics to Chris and Charlotte's faces as they talk about film noir, fancy hats, Hummel figurines, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Mobile, Alabama.SHOW NOTES.Demon Squad: IMDB. MST3K Wiki. Trailer. The Demon Squad folk had an “ask me anything” thread on the MST3K forums (which clarifies a few things we wonder about in this episode).Demon Squad's poster is… not entirely based on the movie.Constantine.The Frankendemon's head has also appeared in Star Raiders.The Maltese Falcon.Other films by the makers of Demon Squad.Walter “Zaney” Blaney.Zaney Blaney on the Tonight Show.Trilby vs. Fedora.Selena Gomez and the Scene: Hit the Lights.The exorcism rite is on page 486 of this pdf of the Rituale Romanum of 1614.Hummel figurines.Our episode on Master Ninja II.A freeze frame of the brochure.And one of Nick Moon's office.The Crichton Leprechaun.Support It's Just A Show on Patreon and hear a bonus segment on D&D that we cut from the show for time. (Also, thanks!)

It's been 1 year, 5 months, and 19 days since legitimate leadership legally stole power, and the hits just keep coming. In a year where celebrating America doesn't sit well, another white terrorist decides to really seal the deal with yet another shooting. Is this where #NoNewNormal goes? Other Titles Considered Uh Oh Pooros Unwanted Visibility Policy of Damocles Special Show Links: Op-Ed: The Supreme Court is poised to cut the heart out of majority rule https://www.latimes.com/opinion/story/2022-07-05/supreme-court-independent-legislature-theory-north-carolina-case-presidential-electors In an era of transparency, Arizona law limits filming police https://apnews.com/article/police-arizona-phoenix-doug-ducey-e8121bcf9c375c17614b1b61857ec082 Facing threats, some election workers weigh whether to stay https://apnews.com/article/2022-midterm-elections-new-mexico-donald-trump-presidential-9356ff48f081250aa54040cbd7cf1cc3 Impassioned Biden signs order on abortion access https://apnews.com/article/abortion-biden-us-supreme-court-government-and-politics-0e6496122de46f1039cbb2b5145d6d60 Subscribe to the Podcast: via YouTube via iTunes via TuneIn via Google Podcasts via Spotify Music: 78 & 45 archive: https://archive.org/details/georgeblood SFX: http://soundbible.com/ Purple Planet http://www.Purple-Planet.com Like us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/OMRPodcast/

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Maurice, Trilby and Ransom confront Azure in Thornlands, but something seems off…Content Warnings:ProfanityFollow us on Twitter, Instagram and Tumblr! @diceandpizza for updates!Dice & Pizza isMya Worrell @worrellmyaJustin Ricafort @sleepyjuppyKyla Worrell @switchnowAnd Derek Aiello @derekaielloCover art by Jean Young (jeanyoung.me)Music by Dane Fogdall (http://danewrites.com)Sound Design by Brian Kim (https://brianminjaekim.wixsite.com/briankim) Additional sounds from Epidemic SoundsLearn more about the show on our website! http://diceandpizza.comWe're on Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/diceandpizzaSupport the show

In today's episode: ‘Trilby' Perturabo gets described as a potato. Jodi gets ideas for what legion to do, if he is to get out of his iron hands/warriors comfort zone. And he talks about why he got banned from a GW store for a week. Warlords R Us: Yes! It is yet again time to do the raffle! Hear more about the prices and the charity. 

 Link tp the raffle is here - http://join.parentprojectmd.org/site/TR/Events/2010SiteDesignGREvents?px=1663208&pg=personal&fr_id=1110&fbclid=IwAR30mlnNP1bnwt4MXkgZdENLwmNUZCXUSLkffW-Ab8dcsd2GR8Ebxd2YSA8 Jodi talks to one off our new sponsors about their first kickstarter for 3D terrain STL files - https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.kickstarter.com%2Fprojects%2Fsquirrel3dd%2Fmodular-walkway-and-titan-maninenance-bay-sets-files-only%3Ffbclid%3DIwAR2t6uS0q4cDQjpTkKWDaiO5G_KuIVkBbqih2Z34xbjgglvNZ9NbSzclmHA&h=AT2waYumKMSpUeUPBT5uPIm4UD1AimK2vwc-4U8BAvpvU69VU8b1ULBlfebMeji4imh0IXV8nO8lKeHdkXia3XaosohmFxfdgCEOBrjTaUWehS6-MWGbVrT8R6Dro6Ebzw&__tn__=-UK-R&c[0]=AT36v4fN5BnYcty6Z8mKpOKHpIf13G8qwdDGO8iqs70l7CVfLD4GsV4S6MT2m4Q-8q3rdmnN5o2iNwhOjcp15QbAN7uCpPWbeyufWKcAdDcw6UrYzG0vNqMi96CJoiJtosT2T4V7LIQzUkFo8pGkh5XuZfd8-tyWXpPtwzfDaoXAlzqbEh_gXKJ4yuJolDTmC358rLxJPUCWv9ejQX0iL2x0a-RP8IkQZjEwrTWfSZlrVVMD8w As a special treat, you get to hear Pelle describe the danish numbers 70(halvfjerds) and 80. He does so incorrectly, but the other Swedish hosts don't know this

Who has bewitched you? That's the question Paul asked the Galatians (...and that just after he called them "foolish"). Join Pastor Chris as he talks about the role and purpose of Jewish law, Paul's astonishment at the Galatian Christians, and the curious story of one of literature's most famous bewitchers, Svengali.

Revisit: Karen Chaton chuckles over a list of things only Endurance Riders know, get to know Trilby Pederson, a women who has ridden the equivalent to 1/4 of the way to the moon and Nick Warhol tells the harrowing tale of how his horses were poisoned by common groundsel.  Listen in...HORSES IN THE MORNING Episode 2953 - Show Notes and Links:HORSES IN THE MORNING Endurance Day crew:  co-hosted by Glenn the Geek and Karen Chaton,  produced by Coach JennPhoto: Common GroundselTitle Sponsor: American Endurance Ride ConferenceGuest:  Trilby PedersonGuest:  Nick WarholThe Distance Depot Product Highlight: New ProductsAERC check out the AERC calendar!Support for this podcast provided by:  Renegade Hoof Boots, The Distance Depot, Listeners Like YouThere's an App for that!  Download the new FREE Horse Radio Network App for iPhone and AndroidFollow Horse Radio Network on Twitter or HORSES IN THE MORNING on FacebookSupport the show

Revisit: Karen Chaton chuckles over a list of things only Endurance Riders know, get to know Trilby Pederson, a women who has ridden the equivalent to 1/4 of the way to the moon and Nick Warhol tells the harrowing tale of how his horses were poisoned by common groundsel.  Listen in...HORSES IN THE MORNING Episode 2953 - Show Notes and Links:HORSES IN THE MORNING Endurance Day crew:  co-hosted by Glenn the Geek and Karen Chaton,  produced by Coach JennPhoto: Common GroundselTitle Sponsor: American Endurance Ride ConferenceGuest:  Trilby PedersonGuest:  Nick WarholThe Distance Depot Product Highlight: New ProductsAERC check out the AERC calendar!Support for this podcast provided by:  Renegade Hoof Boots, The Distance Depot, Listeners Like YouThere's an App for that!  Download the new FREE Horse Radio Network App for iPhone and AndroidFollow Horse Radio Network on Twitter or HORSES IN THE MORNING on FacebookSupport the show

Faced with a betrayal, Maurice, Trilby and Ransom encounter mysterious magic from the crashed meteor…Content Warnings:Profanity, Throat Trauma, GoreAnd surprise! We have a Patreon! If you want more snacks in between episodes, check out our page!Follow us on Twitter, Instagram and Tumblr! @diceandpizza for updates!Dice & Pizza isMya Worrell @worrellmyaJustin Ricafort @sleepyjuppyKyla Worrell @switchnowAnd Derek Aiello @derekaielloCover art by Jean Young (jeanyoung.me)Music by Dane Fogdall (http://danewrites.com)Sound Design by Brian Kim (https://brianminjaekim.wixsite.com/briankim) Additional sounds from Epidemic SoundsLearn more about the show on our website! http://diceandpizza.comWe're on Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/diceandpizzaSupport the show

This week, Your Favorite Stylist Holly Katz talks hats - and how to style all types for summer.    Get the new episode now!   Let's keep it real: It is the worst time of year to add something extra to wear as temperatures are at an all-time high. However, a hat is a really fun way to add an extra zhuzh to any outfit. Even if you feel like you might spontaneously combust at any moment. #fire   Here's a nice truth bomb for you:   Nothing is more in style than keeping the sun off your face, and nothing ages you more than alcohol and the sun. We know. We hate it too. But dammit, if you're going to be drinking in the sun, then do it under an umbrella and wear a fabulous hat. That's all we are asking. It's not a lot to ask!   When to wear a hat, what kind of hat, what do you do with your hair, when NOT to wear a hat! The hat game can be a confusing one. So, let's start at the beginning:   “Remember, the hat is the star. So don't upstage it with some crazy ass complicated outfit.  – Holly Katz, personal stylist.   Holly's Top Hats for Summer (no fashion crimes here):   The Fedora  The Trilby  The Baseball Cap The Wide Brim The Bucket   (Style Tip: go to Holly's Pinterest board to see all these hats and styling ideas!)   FEDORA: The classic Fedora is Holly's favorite for summer. It can be made of straw for keeping you cool, and you can dress them up with a grosgrain ribbon or leather hatband around the crown – and even add a brightly-colored feather or sparkly hat pin!    She recommends wearing your Fedora by the pool or at the beach with a flowy, sheer kimono over your swimsuit or even over a tank top and shorts. Top it all off with statement earrings, chunky jewelry and a high wedge sandal – PERFECTION!   TRILBY: The Trilby hat, which looks like a Fedora, has the same crown, but a very narrow brim. The crown is the shape of a teardrop, if that helps. To be more specific, it's the hat Jason Mraz and Bruno Mars wear, and they are both Holly's boyfriends. #truth #duh   Since the Trilby is like the Fedora, Holly recommends styling it in a similar way. One chic idea is to wear the Trilby with a crop top (not too short!), a long maxi skirt and a heeled-mule.    BASEBALL CAP: We know what you are thinking: a baseball cap MUST be a Fashion Crime! For sure! But actually, it's not, in this instance. This is a hat that can be dressed up or down. It never goes out of style. When you wear it the right way it looks super chic and fashion forward. We've seen it styled in so many different ways - from a dress - and we mean a nice dress, like a cocktail dress - and sneakers, to a bright-colored suit and a chunky dad sneaker.    Baseball caps can be plain, they can have cute sayings or fun logos on them, and even Trucker hats are back. If you don't dress like a slob, you can pull this off!   WIDE BRIM HAT: If you go to the beach, you've seen wide-brimmed hat (which are PERFECT to protect you from the sun. Or, if you've attended the Kentucky Derby or Derby parties, those large, decorated hats are wide brim hats. There are many variations, but mainly they can be floppy or structured.    Holly prefers a structured brim. You want it to keep its shape when you are wearing it. The floppy one is more casual, and best for the beach or the pool.  For styling, she recommends pairing a hat like this with a crisp white cotton buttoned down for a really cute play on menswear with a high-waisted colorful maxi skirt, and a crossbody bag which we think is a great travel outfit, or a day outfit, and you can even wear this into the night.   BUCKET HAT: The Bucket Hat was super popular when ‘some of us' (ahem) were in high school in the 90s. It's back again and worn by men and women alike. It has been seen all over the runway and beyond for the past few seasons. We are seeing it every turn!  It's been shown by Prada and Gucci. And some of the more high-end streetwear brands like Balenciaga and Louis Vuitton.    This is probably Holly's least favorite style of hat (#sorrynotsorry), but she will agree that it looks great with the right outfit on the right person! She recommends pairing with denim frayed shorts, a fitted top with a blazer or a jeweled cardigan, maybe a high-top sneaker…. something to make it a little bit more street!    Hat Brands We Love:   Goorin Brothers   Eugenia Kim   Gigi Burris Millinery   Kangol   Aland Get Episode 95 here!   So now you are ready to be super stylish this summer AND protect your skin and face. We are dying to know how you are styling YOUR summer hats – DM us a photo on social, and we just might feature you!   Download, follow, share, write a review, DM us your fashion questions!! We are The Best Fashion Friend You Never Knew You Needed, and we want to hear from you! FASHION CRIMES PODCAST www.fashioncrimespodcast.com   Hosted by Holly Katz, your favorite personal stylist.

On this wonderful episode, we're joined by musician Party Nails (@partypartynails) for a chat about hat taxonomy, learning cursive, dress code violations, creative anxiety/insecurity, and more! Check out Elana's music at partypartynails.com. Follow us on Twitter at @leightonnight and on Instagram at @leighton_night. You can find Brian on Twitter/Instagram at @bwecht, and Leighton at @graylish (Twitter)/@buttchamps (Instagram).

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Never in the history of We Need To Talk About Movies Podcast has Trev and Nath seen the same film in such a completely different light as this one. Nath's choice this week is Bad Words, the 2013 comedy starring and directed by wholesome actor Jason Bateman as the offensive Guy Trilby,  a role that clearly is trying to stick another feather in his proverbial acting cap.Trilby is a grown man who has found a loop hole in the National Spelling Bee competitions designed for intellectual children, and with a hidden agenda he exploits this in order to walk away with the prize money and degrade the stability of the competition. Support the show (https://www.buymeacoffee.com/wnmovietalk)

Stephanie King is a lifelong childhood friend who rode up on her 3 wheeler one fine day 36 years ago (I was in 7th Grade) to meet me when I moved into the house a few doors down and asked me if I wanted a ride. Of course I said YES! The rest is history! I have had the priviledge of doing this life with the incredible, powerful Soul that she is and her impact in my life and others is transformative and challenges all to step into their truest self. She has always had a courage and bravery I have seen her entire life no matter what came her way. I couldn't be more proud of the woman she is and the friend she is to me. I am honored to introduce her to you and hope that you reach out and meet her. She is a health and wellness coach who coaches on the levels that go directly to the root of things and teaches you how it affects your body and your health on a daily level as well as lasting issues if not addressed and healed. Stephanie began her extensive training in Yoga over 10 years now and has continued her education and training in Pilates. a few years back. Her wealth of knowledge and awareness is transformative and life changing!!!  To connect with her please reach out to her on Instagram and FB @StephKingPilates or @StephanieKing. Also: StephKingPilates@Att.net Thank you for tuning in! Yours Soul 2 Soul, Trilby Saldana on "The Ripple Effect: What's Your Ripple"

Jeff Vulpis is a Personal Development Mind Fitness Coach based out of St. Augustine and Jacksonville, FL. We have had endless discussions on just about every topic you can imagine and have always said, "We really need to have our own crazy podcast show!" And folks, here it is, not too crazy but a podcast! We even had a new cool twist that we came up with after relistening to this one so stick around and watch for that update! Now back to Jeff! He is a multi talented, street smart, battle rappin' comedian who brings a unique and no BS perspective with a comedic twist on every situation. WIth a nickname like "The BS Butcher" you might think he comes in full force, body slammin like Hulk Hogan in the ring but it's quite the opposite! Jeff's assessment of any challenge or situation packs a punch you cn always count on a twist of humor, or twisted humor that seems to artistically drive home the message with ease and grace. If you are quick on pop culture references you will surely be entertained in the process. He knows how to guide through the issues teaching us how to laugh at ourselves, life and everything in between and how to show ourselves grace through the growth. Jeff Vulpis is an incredible coach, mentor and friend! Make sure you connect with him on Social Media @JeffVulpis Maybe you could get him to battle rap for you but you didn't hear that from me! Thank you for tuning in! Leave a comment and let us know you were here. Much Love & Light to you my Soul Tribe!    

Welcome to another episode of Get the Word! everyone. This one's for all you skins and rudies out there. It's about the origin of the word ‘ska'. Ska is a type of music with a very danceable beat. Some of the distinctive elements of the ska rhythm are a walking bass line, an uptempo speed and a strong offbeat which you can hear in the background of this episode today. Let's get a little background first before we try to pinpoint who coined this term. Before we begin our journey, I highly recommend that you head on over to the English Sessions website for the transcript of this episode, where I will be sprinkling in many different video clips as we explore ska today: https://www.englishsessionswithmike.com/2021/07/get-word-podcast-episode-another.html --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/get-the-word/message

Victoria Brannon is native Islander from the Space Coast of Florida from a little town called Merritt Island. She started her Entrepreneurial Journey straight out of high school in 2013 as a professional Dance Choreographer specializing in Hip Hop, Jazz and Lyrical. She began teaching dance while in 7th grade and continued throughout her middle and high school years. Her expertise in group organization, management and creative direction began early on and she transitioned into an Event Planning Business called Creative Event Agency. During 2020, the Events and Hospitality industry came to a complete halt and she had to think outside the box to keep her business alive and adjust her sails for success and sustainability. Her talent, education and expertise designed her business Hugs N Hustle. She is a creative Business Strategist and Mindset Mentor rooted in deep spiritual and intentional personal development skills. Her daily practices transformed her into a manifesting machine! Her mission, her ripple effect, is to spread that positivity and leadership into greatness! Her mental fortitude and strength, despite the challenges, has proven true in her business success and beyond. Her super power multiplies as she choreographs her talents and gifts into a beautiful dance of positivity, truth and authentic leadership. It's an inspiration and honor to have her share her story!

We're going to put Trilby at the helm today, so call 516-418-5651 to encourage her! Weekdays at noon, Eastern Time, join Gene&Mary for a 15-minute break on BlogTalkRadio.com/bUnekeRadio. Email contactgeneandmary@gmail.com and interact with us on Facebook for your opportunity to receive a free gift. bUneke will mail your gift to you – anywhere in the world! Gifts will always bUneke surprises. #geneandmaryshow  #takeabreak #geneandmary  

The day architect and artist Viktor Hartmann died was a sad one. It was especially hard for composer Modest Mussorgsky, who's opera Boris Godunov was one of Hartmann's favorite works. After an exhibition of Hartmann's art, Mussorgsky was moved to write a piano suite based on his experience there, Pictures at an Exhibition. This episode features Izaac and KC from the podcast Notes & Strokes. Together, we explore this piano masterpiece and the art that one may have seen at the exhibition. Pictures at an Exhibition was recorded by Chiara Bertoglio. The art: Costume sketch of canary chicks for the ballet Trilby: Hartmann_Chicks_sketch_for_Trilby_ballet.jpg (691×831) (wikimedia.org) The Rich Jew: The_Rich_Jew.jpg (400×500) (wikimedia.org) The Poor Jew: The_Poor_Jew.jpg (250×340) (wikimedia.org) Paris Catacombs: Hartmann_Paris_Catacombs.jpg (828×620) (wikimedia.org) The hut of Baba-Yaga on hen's legs. Clock in the Russian style: Izbushka2.jpg (1866×2556) (wikimedia.org) Plan for the City Gate of Kiev: Hartmann_--_Plan_for_a_City_Gate.jpg (641×868) (wikimedia.org) Where to find Notes & Strokes: Apple Podcasts: ‎Notes & Strokes on Apple Podcasts Spotify: Notes & Strokes | Podcast on Spotify PodBean: Notes & Strokes (podbean.com) Instagram: An Art and Music Podcast (@notes_and_strokes) • Instagram photos and videos Become a member of The Composer Chronicles on Patreon to get ad-free versions of all the episodes, early access to those ad-free versions, access to the member-only podcast Unscripted, and other things podcast related! https://www.patreon.com/thecomposerchronicles Join me and an incredible, growing community living healthier lifestyles in a body positive space with Roy Belzer Fitness: https://roybelzerfitness.com/signup and use offer code chronpodcast at checkout! Theme music is by Daryl Banner: https://darylbanner.bandcamp.com/ Alexandrian Media Teespring: https://teespring.com/stores/alexandrianmedia --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/thecomposerchronicles/message

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