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To stop a strange ritual, the Triplets travel to the western edge of Barovia and come face-to-face with the Mother of All Evil! Nyack gets a new hat, Jens ruins a card game and Onyx wages maternal combat as the Trinyvale X Strahd Crossover continues! RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL TICKETS ARE ALMOST SOLD OUT! GET YOURS NOW! CREDITSEditing by Brian MurphyProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMUSIC INCLUDES:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" by Emily Axford“Barovian Tango by Emily Axford"Where is the Manager?" by Emily Axford"The Tarroka Suite" by Emily Axford“A Memorable Feast" by Emily Axford“The Gate” by Emily Axford"Lights Out" by Emily Axford“The Night Lotus" by Emily Axford"Selfless" by Emily Axford"Oh Melora" by Emily Axford“The Shard” by Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" by Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The main focus of today's episode is the metaphorical concept of the "cocoon," which represents a period of necessary self-rebuilding and transformation for business owners to achieve higher levels of success, similar to a caterpillar becoming a butterfly. Triplet emphasizes that while external help like coaching or peer groups can guide the process, the individual must fight their own way out of the cocoon, meaning they must implement the hard work and discipline required to break old habits, overcome discomfort, and develop new leadership skills to scale their business past common growth plateaus. Eric stresses that this transformation is a repeated lifestyle process, not a one-time event, and that many contractors fail by avoiding this crucial self-development phase. Key Takeaways: Recognize when your current version or habits are no longer sufficient to reach your future goals. Commit to doing the hard work yourself, as no one else can fight your way out of the cocoon for you. Embrace transformation as a continuous lifestyle rather than a singular, one-time event. Actively challenge your comfort zones and old habits to intentionally rebuild yourself on purpose. Stop waiting for external help to emerge from your struggle and start fighting immediately to achieve the next level of growth.

JoAnne’s Christmas Curse: Part 2 A Bike Messenger Received. Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In the morning, JoAnne only found one skirt and jacket; with a remarkable short skirt. And the only shoes had six inch spike heels. Fortunately the long wool overcoat was back, so at least she could probably make it to the office without being ravished, although as horny as she was waking up, any ravishing was more likely to be her doing anyway. JoAnne shrugged off her coat as she walked past Lillian's desk, the super-short skirt eliciting an appreciative "ooh" from Lillian. Then, Lillian said, "Um, shit. JoAnne, the secretary offsite training is today, so I have to leave in like five minutes; we're supposed to head out to some lame team building exercise thing." JoAnne flinched. Lillian, cute as ever, stood up and stepped into the inner office with her. Lillian continued. "I, um, was really hoping to finish all that, um, dictation we started yesterday, but I just got a call saying there are no excused absences. Human Resources is adamant." JoAnne forced a smile on her face. "Not your fault. I was really hoping we could; um, go over that last part again today. Maybe you could read it back to me tomorrow though." She felt Lillian's warm hand slide up the back of her skirt and gently grab her bare ass, a fingertip just pressed against her asshole. Lillian smiled sweetly as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "I hate to wait that long, but I'll go over my notes so I can read it back exactly right." JoAnne shivered, glanced out the door to make sure nobody was in the outer office, then whispered into Lillian's ear, "God, I was so looking forward to dragging you in here this morning. You'd better run while you still have some clothes on!" Lillian gave her a chaste peck on the cheek, then slipped out the door. Shit. Alone. Horny as hell. JoAnne settled in to get some work done. The morning dragged by, Joanne having to find every file, and never quite sure where to look. She was surprised at how much she actually had undervalued her secretaries; the Byzantine filing system used by the company for hard copy files, was certainly not designed for amateurs. By late afternoon, she found herself frustrated; sorting through file cabinets, looking for a 10-year old file. She was looking in the second lowest cabinet when she heard someone behind her, clearing his throat. JoAnne whirled. The same bike messenger as usual, stood with a package; and gilt edged green envelope in hand. From where he had been standing, he must have had a clear view of her full ass, as she bent over the files. With the super-short skirt and no panties, it didn't take a genius to figure out what he'd seen. She glanced down at his thin spandex cycling shorts surreptitiously. Yep. Hard-on. Giant hard-on. She could see each vein in the trellis texture wrapping around the wide girth of his cock. "How long have you been standing there." "About 90 seconds, I just came; in. I mean came in." "I'll bet." She snatched the big bubble-wrap envelope from his hand. Ripped it open and read the gilt and ivory card. All it said was, "He's all yours." She felt the now-familiar tingling, surge through her. The package had a very nice Christmas bath towel with ivory and gold trim. She stared at the muscular bike messenger, stepped around him; then closed, and locked the office door. "Three questions. No bullshit." He raised an eyebrow, "Yes?" "You married?" "No." "Steady girlfriend?" "No." "Straight?" "Yes." "Fine. I can see you're horny." She gestured at his monstrous hard-on. "You've eyed me every time you've come in here; and if I don't get laid in the next few minutes, I'll go insane." Her skirt and blouse hit the floor, and before he could even respond, she was on her knees and pulling the spandex shorts to his ankles. Her mouth was on his massive cock before he could even finish stepping out of his shoes and pull his shirt off. The taste was amazing, she felt like she couldn't get away; every lick made her crave him even more. She could barely get her hand around the shaft, so she began stroking his massive pole with both hands; spreading as much of her saliva on his cock as she could manage, then she began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, getting a little deeper with each stroke. She felt his hands grip her hair, and he slowly began to take over the rhythm, and driving in a little deeper each time. She felt a flash of anger as she realized he was just fucking her mouth, just using her! The feeling of anger flashed into heat that seemed to center on her pussy. She groaned around the thrusting pole. His cock went in deeper and she sucked harder, slurping as he pulled back. Fuck, it felt great, just to act like a total slut! She moved her hands back around, to grab his muscular ass, and began pulling him in harder. She should have been gagging and choking on his cock; it was going halfway down her damn throat! But apparently Holly had also turned off her gag mechanism or something. He must think she was a total whore to be able to deep throat him like that. The more she thought about it, the more it turned her on. She grabbed his ass hard and pulled him right up to her, feeling his cock slide down her throat until her lips were all the way down. She held him that way, listening to him groan, then she very slowly slid him out of her burning mouth, looking up at him and making hard eye contact. Just as he was almost out of her mouth, she let her teeth touch the head; then sucked him all the way in again. After four times, his eyes were starting to lose focus, so she finally let him slide all the way out, his cock glistening with her saliva. "You're not getting off that easy; I said I need to get laid. I need to get fucking pounded!" JoAnne led him over to the desk then she laid down on. With ass right at the edge, she pulled her knees up until they were right at her tits. The bike courier guy didn't hesitate at all, plunging his steel rod in all the way to the hilt. Even as wet as she was, the huge pole filling her; induced a gasp. "Oh yeah! Now just fucking hammer that pussy!" He complied without a word, his balls slapping against her ass with each drive. Moaning loudly, she stretched her legs up, then rested her heels over his shoulders, and began tweaking her hard nipples. With all her frustration earlier, her orgasms didn't take long to arrive; gushing hot juice as her inner muscles contracted on the giant cock. Feeling the force of her orgasm, he started to slow. She snarled through gritted teeth, "Keep fucking, god dammit! Don't stop or I'll slap the shit out of you!" He grinned and continued ramming into her steaming hole; it took two more hard climaxes, before she could feel herself relax. He began to pick up speed, and she could see from his face; he was nearly there. Suddenly the desk slid; and his cock popped out, pointed right at her; just as a fountain of sticky white cum erupted. JoAnne felt the first rope, splattering upward from her stomach, to her tits, and finally her face. Then a second rope came even harder and longer. Since her mouth was open, she got a good taste of the hot jizz. Her mouth filled up, just as the second rope a jizz abated. She stared directly into his eyes as she swallowed it all. A third rope commenced, hitting her right between the eyes. It spread evenly in both lateral directions. Covering her eye shadow and cascading down over her eyelids, and flowing over her high cheekbones. It ran along her jaw, and dribbled into the ravine of her deep cleavage. That bitch! JoAnne was sure she could hear Holly’s haunting giggle. He staggered back. "Shit, I'm sorry, the damn desk slid; I, uh;” She waved him off, licking the cum off her lips. "Don't worry about it; furniture has a mind of its own sometimes." He dressed hurriedly while she toweled herself off. After he was gone, she checked her hair one last time for cum droplets and headed home. That night, her vibrator was buzzing pretty late. Three on a match The next morning, one of the red outfits was hanging in the closet; see through white blouse, red skirt, red jacket; and the now-normal high heel red shoes. Not a stitch of underwear, of any type, of course. The skirt seemed longer than they had been, the last few days, and the neckline was a little less obvious. With the jacket closed and fully buttoned, she could probably be seen in public without getting arrested. Another Christmas card lay on her counter, all it said was, "Be Helpful! Helping Others Can be Fulfilling." Lillian wasn't in the outer office. Just as JoAnne settled into her chair, Lillian, wearing a cute little gray skirt outfit, came in, leading a small young woman with light brown hair and huge glasses, into the room. "JoAnne, this is Mouse, from the IT office. She is going to replace the Video conference set-up this morning; a lot more than the cable, was bad." "Mouse"; gave a weak smile, which clearly showed where she had picked up her nickname. The resemblance to a friendly, cute, cartoon mouse was uncanny. She had two prominent front teeth and her ears even stuck out enough to make the image perfect. Well, as long as she was here, there was no way JoAnne was going to get Lillian alone. JoAnne moved to Lillian's desk while Lillian and Mouse struggled with the connections. Mouse, working in the secure comms closet, while Lillian kept reconnecting cables under the desk. JoAnne watched Lillian's cute round ass, wiggling around as she swapped out yet another piece of the system, while Mouse adjusted settings on the master board in the closet; occasionally closing the door to see the whole panel. Going down a couple floors, to Security; to sign for a new badge and computer token that would work with the new conference system, was a relief for JoAnne. As she walked back into her office, closing the outer door behind her, the first thing she saw was Lillian's yummy ass, still wiggling from under the desk. Looking around, she noted that everyone seemed to be still at work, just as she’d left them. So that means Mouse was still in the comms closet, with the door almost shut. Grinning evilly, JoAnne slid up behind the desk and the lovely ass of her assistant was exposed. She rolled up her desk chair and seated herself, then slid one hand up her inner thigh; slowly; whispering, "As soon as we're alone, I'm eating that sweet pussy, until you scream! Then I'm fucking your brains out with Carlos!” That was the nickname she gave her new strap-on dildo harness setup. Lillian didn't say anything, but spread her legs further. JoAnne then saw the jeweled stem of a lovely ass-plug, deeply set in Lillian’s lovely asshole. Where did Lillian get this lovely accessory from? She let her fingers cruise up the soft inner thigh. Much to her excitement, Lillian wasn't wearing any panties; and she was very, very wet. JoAnne began to finger her in earnest, massaging the rapidly swollen clit and dripping pussy rapidly. Lillian was thrusting back against her hand, so she quickly slipped two fingers into her, pumping in and out until she heard a soft moan and felt Lillian's pussy muscles contacting rhythmically on her fingers. Hearing the rattling at the comms closet door, she rapidly stood up and acted as if she was in the middle of a conversation with Lillian: "So we may have to stay later tonight until we get this sorted out." Lillian stepped out of the comms closet. Stunned Joanne looked down at the desk as Mouse slipped out from underneath it, with a huge mousey grin, flushed face and a great deal of hair out of place. Belatedly, Joanne realized Mouse was also wearing a gray skirt, just like Lillian's. "I'll stay as late as you want, Ma'am! Gosh Lily, you said she was great to work for, but I didn't know she was this great!" Lillian looked confused. Mouse's grin got even wider. "Lil, she didn't know we switched places; she thought I was you.” Turning back to the director, Mouse continued; “Miss Steadman, It was great! Mouse was euphoric and giddy. “LiI, haven't gotten laid since the last time we did the amateur-night strip club thing, you know? The time you and I had too much tequila, ended up in the oil-wrestling pit, and went home together? And Miss Steadmann was really good! Normally I'd scream if someone just slid their hand up my skirt, but it was so obvious she thought it was you! And I thought it would be funny; she promised to fuck my brains out as soon as we were alone. So I was going to say something, but her fingers felt so good; going up my thigh, and I kept putting off saying anything. And I've been so horny all week. I mean; I can masturbate, but it just isn't the same as having someone else do it to you. And she knows just how to use her fingers; I came so hard, I thought I would pass out. Gosh Lily, you need to learn to share!" Mouse said the entire thing in one breath, which made Lillian begin to giggle, then Mouse joined in and finally JoAnne broke down and began to laugh. Breathlessly, JoAnne gasped out, "I'm so sorry, I've just been so crazy horny for the last week." Mouse giggled, "You should jump the bike courier guy; makes me wet every time he walks through the office. I end up fingering myself under the desk!" "I jumped him yesterday, and screwed his brains out." "Oh my gosh! Is he as good as he looks? I'll bet he's hung like a horse!" "Huge; he's just hung like a stallion!. But I'm still horny as hell!" After they finally managed to stop laughing, Mouse looked thoughtfully at the outer office door. Her wicked mouse-grin got wider. She pulled a doorknob sign out of her bag. It said; "Tech Support. Sensitive Hardware Installation; Keep Out." She walked to the outer office door, pulled it open, hung the sign on the outer knob, then closed and locked it with an evil mousey leer. "Looks like later to me!" JoAnne felt Lily reach around her and begin unbuttoning her blouse, pausing for a moment to gently tease JoAnne's hard nipples. Mouse dropped her skirt to the floor and walked towards the cleared off desk. "So Miss Jo, you said something about; making me scream?" Jo shivered as Lily pulled her blouse down off her shoulders while tracing up the nape of her neck with the hot tip of her tongue. Lily whispered in her ear. "I'm holding you to that, too. You may have said it to her, but you thought you were promising it to me. Looks like double duty for you." It was over two hours later when JoAnne finally walked out on wobbly legs. She was even a little sore; Mouse, it turned out, had a fondness for wearing the strap-on and her compact little body had more strength than anyone would expect. JoAnne was also very glad she'd been using the vibrator on her ass so regularly; her earlier attack on Lily's ass had brought a rather delightful but slightly over the top retribution from Lily. Mouse and Lily seemed very comfortable with each other, and it was pretty clear they were a lot fonder of each other than either of them really realized. To be honest JoAnne wondered why she'd noticed. Dropping off to sleep was easier than ever. After a few minutes with her vibrator of course. The Third Package When JoAnne woke the next morning, naked as usual, she glanced in the mirror; her little holly leaf was very much edged in gold now; and the hair seemed to be turning a dark green. At least her closet was looking a little more benign this morning; the ever present red jacket, a regular white silk blouse; hardly transparent at all; her now-perpetually-excited nipples poked through, but she was getting used to that. And the skirt was actually just a little shorter than her usual choice. The heels were almost an inch higher than before, but that was a pretty easy trade-off. The shoes, at least, were comfortable. As she strolled into her kitchen, she found Holly, and another incredibly busty elf perched on the counter, looking over a couple of scrolls. Both were drinking coffee from her coffeemaker. "A black elf?" Holly and the new elf looked up at her. The black elf threw her a sharp look. "What, is she racist, too?" Holly shook her head, and held up her scroll. "Nope. Just ignorant." Holly looked over at JoAnne. "Elves aren't born, we're recruited." "From where? "Everywhere. I was recruited in Germany over 900 years ago. Koko here was recruited from Johannesburg about 80 years ago." JoAnne really wanted to know what the hell they were doing in her kitchen, but pushing Holly had proven to be a really bad idea, so she tried to be conversational. "So what's the recruitment profile? I mean you'd have to have some kind of criteria." She looked at the two of them critically for a second. "Cause If I was going to guess, I'd assume it had something to do with having tits like honeydew melons." Koko gave a lopsided grin. "That's part of the 'elf upgrade package.' The Big Guy has a thing for giant knockers, so you lose a little height and gain half dozen cups sizes. They firm up and stick out, too. Gwyneth, our head supervisor, is over 800 years old, and she still has very little sag." She reached up with her hands and jiggled her boobs. "They're really sensitive, too. Definitely worth the trade." "Doesn't that make your back hurt?" Holly laughed. "Christmas Magic, Baby." "The Big Guy is?" "Santa Claus, Pere Noel, Father Christmas. Yep, he's real." "And he likes big knockers. Do you guys, uh?" Koko shook her head, eyes wide. "Nope, He's a one-woman guy, and Lady Winter isn't somebody you'd want to piss off. She doesn't mind skin and jiggle all around him, doesn't mind looking at it, herself. But I'd hate to think what would happen if anyone was stupid enough to go after and seduce him." Holly nodded. "She actually does the upgrades, I think the giant ta-tas are her idea, anyway." She suddenly looked a little serious. "So, anyway; Koko here is from the Legal Oversight office. She's responsible for making sure all the legal criteria are met for this kind of stuff. Christmas Lesson Curses, you know." "She's a lawyer?" Koko stiffened. "Oh? So I can't be a lawyer now?" JoAnne flinched. "No, I mean, I guess, I just never thought of Elves as needing lawyers." Koko relaxed a bit. "We have divisions to do everything: management, logistics, manufacturing, recruiting, and, of course; the elves who go out and spread Christmas cheer, the 'Jingle Girls,' that's by far our biggest division." Holly caught Jo's eye. "She has to make sure that I'm not misusing power, make sure you deserved the curse. All that kind of stuff." There was an almost pleading look in her eye. Koko nodded, sipping her coffee and picking up a scroll from the counter. "Somebody, who I won't name, but who's initials are 'Holly Mistletoe' is kind of sloppy with paperwork and has gotten her ass in trouble before; for overreacting. In fact, she's on probation. One more misuse and she's back in the toy factory, putting eyes in those creepy little dolls." Holly shuddered. Jo shrugged. "So what do you need to know?" "Okay. Let's see. Were you knowingly and deliberately rude to her, contrary to the Spirit of Christmas?" "Yeah, I kinda was. More than 'kinda.' I knocked her on her ass." "On purpose?" "I don't know. More, not giving a shit." Koko's eyes slid sideways accusingly towards Holly, who looked a little stricken. Jo suddenly felt a little sorry for Holly, even though she'd started this whole thing. "Oh yeah, I did tell her to 'Fuck off.' Twice. And definitely I meant that. I tried to get her thrown out of the restaurant." She saw relief cross Holly's face. Koko looked placated. "Okay. So let's see if the response was appropriate;” Koko scanned the scroll. "Maybe a little over the top, but not too much. No permanent damage or anything. Not like that sheep incident in Scotland." Holly suppressed a snicker and Koko glared at her. "It wasn't funny, you know. A whole country gets a bad reputation because some drunk highlander pinched your ass without your permission." She looked over at JoAnne. "Have you learned your lesson?" "Yes. I think I have. I'll sure as hell remember this, for the rest of my life." "Okay then, we can go ahead and turn it off." JoAnne thought fleetingly of Mouse and Lillian. "Wait, doesn't it end at midnight tonight anyway? Until Midnight of Christmas Eve and all that?" Koko looked a little confused. "Well, yes, but it isn't necessary to continue; you're clearly contrite;” "No, it's okay, I don't want to put you guys through any trouble or anything. I've made it so far, I'll make it through the day." Koko shrugged, but JoAnne thought Holly looked a bit smug as the two of them disappeared with that bizarre reverse popping sound. Alone. Unfortunately for JoAnne, Lily had called to say she would be out; her car had broken down. Just as bad, when JoAnne made up an excuse to call down to Tech Support to "ask Mouse a question about this video upgrade," she'd been told that Mouse had called out to go help someone whose car had broken down. Obviously Lily. JoAnne reflected that the two of them seemed to be a little more than just a couple friends who slept together once in a while. In a way, she wished Lily had called her for help instead of Mouse. She lasted only half the day in the nearly deserted office. Everyone had taken Christmas Eve off, and she could have sprinted through the building, naked; and not run into anyone. By noon, only she and the old man at the security desk, were left. Grumbling, she walked out of the building, and started home. Nobody to care for, nobody to visit. As she walked past a still-open jewelry store, she noticed charm necklaces proudly displayed. Not very expensive things; just little gold charms. But one design was a little cartoon mouse; and one of the others was a lily. After a flash of inspiration, she walked down the street to a metro delivery service, filled out the forms, and paid a ridiculous fee to have the necklaces delivered by tonight. With a self-satisfied smile, she sent the mouse necklace to Lily and the lily necklace to Mouse, along with a note that she hoped they had a wonderful Christmas. At 6pm, tired of waiting for the ‘shoe to drop’, and more than a little disappointed, JoAnne took a relaxing shower. Afterward she dried and wore her very expensive white plush bathrobe. She pulled a bottle of chilled white wine out of her walk-in wine cellar, and put it on the counter. Her earlier joy at finding the right gifts for Lily and Mouse, was fast-fading, and in the back of her mind, she was seriously considering drinking enough wine to pass out, for the first time since college. That is, until she heard a knock on her Penthouse apartment door. That in itself should have been impossible; nobody entered the building without being rung up in the first place. She walked over and looked out the peephole. The bike messenger. She smiled to herself, feeling a surge of lust. "Holly, you clever, sneaky little bitch." She untied and tossed her robe over on the easy chair, and threw the door open with a smile. "Just what I was waiting for! Come on in." Three faces stared at her in shock. Well, two were in shock; the third was starting a knowing grin. She looked from face to face to face, stunned. The Bike Messenger. An identical Bike Messenger. And yet another twin Bike Messenger. "Triplets? Identical Triplets." The grinning one stepped in, pulling the other two with him. "I'm Derrick, this is Devlin and that is Darwin. We operate Triple D Messenger Service." The one he'd called Devlin, stared at her for a second, then blinked and shook his head. "You dropped off a couple packages to be delivered and the addresses got smeared." He held up the packages for Lily and Mouse. "Since we had deliveries in this building we figured we'd drop by and get;” his voice trailed off as Joann reached over and grabbed his shirtfront and Darwin's arm, and began dragging them towards the living room. "I really hope you three don't have anywhere to be for the next couple of hours." She felt Derrick's hands slide up her bare body, to cup her tits, and Darwin started kissing her deeply. An hour later, moaning her way through yet another shivering orgasm, she noticed movement in the doorway. Lily and Mouse, both in long winter coats watched; open-mouthed from the doorway. Each one was clutching a wine box with a bow on it. She pulled her mouth off the head of the cock she'd been happily sucking on. Darwin, or was it Derrick; looked over at them, then back down at JoAnne. "You need to get that lock looked at." "Come in and close the door." Mouse looked at her wide-eyed, then at the men stroking in and out of JoAnne. "Miss Jo, you look a little; busy, maybe we should go." "Well; I think maybe 'Miss I-Get-Wet-and-Finger-Myself-Whenever-the-Bike-Messenger-Comes-Through'; and 'Miss I-Want-to-Take-a-Bite-of-His-Ass'; should lose their clothes and give me a hand before I suffocate. This whole 'airtight' thing is fun at first, but a girl needs to be able to breathe." Lily and Mouse exchanged looks and giggled as they dropped their coats. The only thing either one was wearing was their shoes. As the men slowly let her loose, JoAnne said. "Mouse, Lily, this is Derrick, Devlin and Darwin of Triple D Messenger Service." Lily reached out and grabbed the nearest cock. "Dibs on Devlin." "Um, actually, I'm Darwin;” "Yeah, whatever. Just get that rock hard ass and phallus over here." The one nearest Mouse smiled at her. "I'm;” Mouse solemnly cut him off, grabbing his hard shaft and leading him over towards an easy chair. "Don't care. You name wasn't the important part of my recurring fantasy." JoAnne looked at the remaining brother. Whatever his name was. "Thank God! Now I can move how I want to." It was another hour before they paused. While the guys recovered, JoAnne gave the charm necklaces to Mouse and Lily and watched their smiles light up. Especially when they realized who got which necklace. Mouse reached over and pulled Jo and Lily into a hug. "You guys are the best!" Lily grabbed the wine boxes, handing one to Mouse. "We got you gifts too." Mouse opened the box with a crazy mousey leer, pulling out an enormous strap-on, while Lily did the same. Her grin wasn't as mousey, but the leer was just as crazy. They began strapping them on, and over their shoulders, JoAnne could see the guys' hard-ons returning already. "Holly Mistletoe. Holly Mistletoe. Holly Mistletoe!" Everything froze with a snap. Holly, her elf cap askew, was standing in the middle of the room. She looked around at the three buff bike messengers, who'd just been starting to get up, then at Lily and Mouse, frozen with their giant strap-ons at the ready and lust-filled eyes. "Wow. I'm impressed. Helluva party." "It's getting a little wild." "Okay, you definitely need help. Do you want me to make them go to sleep, send some home, send all of them home?" "Oh, no. Don't do that." Holly looked around. "Then what?" "I wasn't really calling for help. I just figured, that if you weren't busy you might want to; you know." "Join in?" Holly looked at her disbelievingly. JoAnne shrugged. "Sorry, I just thought you might want a little fun. But I guess being an Elf on Christmas Eve, you're probably busy." Holly looked over at the three guys and grinned. "Fuck it, the team up north can get by without me." "How are you going to get them to not freak out when you just show up, I doubt all of them believe in Christmas Magic?" "The magic of Pizza. Everybody believes in pizza." A sudden snap with that strange reverse-popping sound and everyone was in motion again. Just as they had her encircled, there was a loud knock and the door popped open. Holly, in a ridiculously tight, red and white, cleavage-baring parody of a pizza delivery costume was standing at the door, holding a two huge pizza boxes. "Pizza delivery! For Miss Jo Steadmann. Looks like a 'Crowd Pleaser Combo', One 'Double Sweet and Spicy' and one extra-large, extra-hot Triple Sausage. Lily shook her head. "You really need to get that lock looked at." Holly looked around, as if seeing everything for the first time, and her eyes widened. "Oh, triplets!" Trio Times. Jo relaxed dreamily, eyes closed, laying on her side on her bed as Mouse and Lily thrust slowly, gently, in and out of her in perfect rhythm. Their legs were tangled together. Lily, behind her, and Mouse, in front, used their hands to hold JoAnne’s upper leg up at the knee, while they both kissed and nibbled her neck. She listened to far more intense noises from the next room. Somewhere around midnight, Holly had finally dragged the three bike messengers off with a lascivious grin. JoAnne didn't have to make any effort, just enjoyed the sensations, the slow build until a last, slow wave of orgasm slid through her. As she opened her eyes, she realized that Lily and Mouse were gently kissing each other, the golden charms on their necklaces tapping together, making tiny bell-like sounds, while the two of them looked into each other's eyes as if they were in a world all their own. Walking Funny. The next morning, JoAnne slipped quietly off the bed; Lillian and Mouse were nestled together on the other side. Mouse was snoring quietly, little, squeaky contented sounds. It was clear, just from the way they were holding each other; that they had crossed from occasional Friends with Benefits, to something much more serious, and that made JoAnne smile a little. Holly was sitting lazily, in one of the easy chairs, dressed in one of JoAnne's robes. She raised a mug up. "The boys had to leave, remembered they had a Christmas family thing. That's good, 'cause I'm gonna walk funny for a few days. Damn, they had some serious stamina. Must be all that bike riding. Hey, I've got some hot chocolate for you on the counter." JoAnne raised the steaming mug off the counter. "I thought you'd be busy today." "No, Christmas Day is a pretty quiet day for me, just a couple things to do." She waved at the penthouse apartment. "Is this worth it? Your job, I mean, it obviously makes a shit-ton of money, but it seems pretty stressful." "I thought so, but honestly, over the last few days, I've had more fun than I can remember." She paused. "I could work my ass off for the rest of my life and it would never get me what Lily and Mouse have." "I saw that too, they just didn't realize it until last night. They just figured out that they're a forever couple, I could see it in their eyes last night. You saw it before they did, didn't you?" They both love men, a lot. But they’ll have to be men who don’t mind the Sapphic dimensions in the two women’s lives. JoAnne nodded. "I even kind of gave a hint to them." She told Holly about the necklaces, realizing that the whole thought that she wasn't going to get something; she'd never even thought of wanting, was depressing. JoAnne decided to change the subject. "So, do you like your job?" "It's amazing. I get to travel all over the world, all the time. And I really am the best at it." "I can tell, last night was insane, you outdid yourself." “But I want more from life than career affirmation. I want a meaningful and fun relationship with someone who appreciates who I am. This corporation will never be able to give me those things.” “Did you know that Triple D is conducting a search for a logistics administrator? Derrick is conduction interviews, starting tomorrow. They’ve been offered metro area contracts from a global overnight delivery leader, and they’ll need a very competent administrator. It sounds custom-made for one JoAnne Steadmann?” “Derrick and I had fantastic chemistry, a couple days ago, and again last night. But will Derrick and I be compatible, I mean, after the curse wears off?” Holly shook her head. "The curse ended at Midnight. Since we operate all over the world, all our stuff is set to work on Greenwich mean time, so that'd be about 6PM yesterday, here." "So what was last night?" "That was all you; and, let me tell you, you are one crazy, horny, bitch. You just needed to be unleashed." "Oh. My. God. I thought that was part of your 'spreading Christmas cheer' job." Holly leaned back grinning. "That's a blast, one of the best jobs out there; but I'm not a Jingle Girl, that's not what I do. I just did a courtesy check, on my own time. Gawd, woman! You sure know how to host a shagging party!" "Well, what do you do?" Holly put the mug down on the small table next to her and pulled a scroll out of the thin air and unrolled it, then held a quill pen out to JoAnne, arching an eyebrow. "I'm in Recruiting. If you weren’t interested in settling down with a local guy, I’d be earnestly pitching a career option with lots of travel and opportunities unbounded.” Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts.

JoAnne’s Christmas Curse: Part 2 A Bike Messenger Received. Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In the morning, JoAnne only found one skirt and jacket; with a remarkable short skirt. And the only shoes had six inch spike heels. Fortunately the long wool overcoat was back, so at least she could probably make it to the office without being ravished, although as horny as she was waking up, any ravishing was more likely to be her doing anyway. JoAnne shrugged off her coat as she walked past Lillian's desk, the super-short skirt eliciting an appreciative "ooh" from Lillian. Then, Lillian said, "Um, shit. JoAnne, the secretary offsite training is today, so I have to leave in like five minutes; we're supposed to head out to some lame team building exercise thing." JoAnne flinched. Lillian, cute as ever, stood up and stepped into the inner office with her. Lillian continued. "I, um, was really hoping to finish all that, um, dictation we started yesterday, but I just got a call saying there are no excused absences. Human Resources is adamant." JoAnne forced a smile on her face. "Not your fault. I was really hoping we could; um, go over that last part again today. Maybe you could read it back to me tomorrow though." She felt Lillian's warm hand slide up the back of her skirt and gently grab her bare ass, a fingertip just pressed against her asshole. Lillian smiled sweetly as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "I hate to wait that long, but I'll go over my notes so I can read it back exactly right." JoAnne shivered, glanced out the door to make sure nobody was in the outer office, then whispered into Lillian's ear, "God, I was so looking forward to dragging you in here this morning. You'd better run while you still have some clothes on!" Lillian gave her a chaste peck on the cheek, then slipped out the door. Shit. Alone. Horny as hell. JoAnne settled in to get some work done. The morning dragged by, Joanne having to find every file, and never quite sure where to look. She was surprised at how much she actually had undervalued her secretaries; the Byzantine filing system used by the company for hard copy files, was certainly not designed for amateurs. By late afternoon, she found herself frustrated; sorting through file cabinets, looking for a 10-year old file. She was looking in the second lowest cabinet when she heard someone behind her, clearing his throat. JoAnne whirled. The same bike messenger as usual, stood with a package; and gilt edged green envelope in hand. From where he had been standing, he must have had a clear view of her full ass, as she bent over the files. With the super-short skirt and no panties, it didn't take a genius to figure out what he'd seen. She glanced down at his thin spandex cycling shorts surreptitiously. Yep. Hard-on. Giant hard-on. She could see each vein in the trellis texture wrapping around the wide girth of his cock. "How long have you been standing there." "About 90 seconds, I just came; in. I mean came in." "I'll bet." She snatched the big bubble-wrap envelope from his hand. Ripped it open and read the gilt and ivory card. All it said was, "He's all yours." She felt the now-familiar tingling, surge through her. The package had a very nice Christmas bath towel with ivory and gold trim. She stared at the muscular bike messenger, stepped around him; then closed, and locked the office door. "Three questions. No bullshit." He raised an eyebrow, "Yes?" "You married?" "No." "Steady girlfriend?" "No." "Straight?" "Yes." "Fine. I can see you're horny." She gestured at his monstrous hard-on. "You've eyed me every time you've come in here; and if I don't get laid in the next few minutes, I'll go insane." Her skirt and blouse hit the floor, and before he could even respond, she was on her knees and pulling the spandex shorts to his ankles. Her mouth was on his massive cock before he could even finish stepping out of his shoes and pull his shirt off. The taste was amazing, she felt like she couldn't get away; every lick made her crave him even more. She could barely get her hand around the shaft, so she began stroking his massive pole with both hands; spreading as much of her saliva on his cock as she could manage, then she began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, getting a little deeper with each stroke. She felt his hands grip her hair, and he slowly began to take over the rhythm, and driving in a little deeper each time. She felt a flash of anger as she realized he was just fucking her mouth, just using her! The feeling of anger flashed into heat that seemed to center on her pussy. She groaned around the thrusting pole. His cock went in deeper and she sucked harder, slurping as he pulled back. Fuck, it felt great, just to act like a total slut! She moved her hands back around, to grab his muscular ass, and began pulling him in harder. She should have been gagging and choking on his cock; it was going halfway down her damn throat! But apparently Holly had also turned off her gag mechanism or something. He must think she was a total whore to be able to deep throat him like that. The more she thought about it, the more it turned her on. She grabbed his ass hard and pulled him right up to her, feeling his cock slide down her throat until her lips were all the way down. She held him that way, listening to him groan, then she very slowly slid him out of her burning mouth, looking up at him and making hard eye contact. Just as he was almost out of her mouth, she let her teeth touch the head; then sucked him all the way in again. After four times, his eyes were starting to lose focus, so she finally let him slide all the way out, his cock glistening with her saliva. "You're not getting off that easy; I said I need to get laid. I need to get fucking pounded!" JoAnne led him over to the desk then she laid down on. With ass right at the edge, she pulled her knees up until they were right at her tits. The bike courier guy didn't hesitate at all, plunging his steel rod in all the way to the hilt. Even as wet as she was, the huge pole filling her; induced a gasp. "Oh yeah! Now just fucking hammer that pussy!" He complied without a word, his balls slapping against her ass with each drive. Moaning loudly, she stretched her legs up, then rested her heels over his shoulders, and began tweaking her hard nipples. With all her frustration earlier, her orgasms didn't take long to arrive; gushing hot juice as her inner muscles contracted on the giant cock. Feeling the force of her orgasm, he started to slow. She snarled through gritted teeth, "Keep fucking, god dammit! Don't stop or I'll slap the shit out of you!" He grinned and continued ramming into her steaming hole; it took two more hard climaxes, before she could feel herself relax. He began to pick up speed, and she could see from his face; he was nearly there. Suddenly the desk slid; and his cock popped out, pointed right at her; just as a fountain of sticky white cum erupted. JoAnne felt the first rope, splattering upward from her stomach, to her tits, and finally her face. Then a second rope came even harder and longer. Since her mouth was open, she got a good taste of the hot jizz. Her mouth filled up, just as the second rope a jizz abated. She stared directly into his eyes as she swallowed it all. A third rope commenced, hitting her right between the eyes. It spread evenly in both lateral directions. Covering her eye shadow and cascading down over her eyelids, and flowing over her high cheekbones. It ran along her jaw, and dribbled into the ravine of her deep cleavage. That bitch! JoAnne was sure she could hear Holly’s haunting giggle. He staggered back. "Shit, I'm sorry, the damn desk slid; I, uh;” She waved him off, licking the cum off her lips. "Don't worry about it; furniture has a mind of its own sometimes." He dressed hurriedly while she toweled herself off. After he was gone, she checked her hair one last time for cum droplets and headed home. That night, her vibrator was buzzing pretty late. Three on a match The next morning, one of the red outfits was hanging in the closet; see through white blouse, red skirt, red jacket; and the now-normal high heel red shoes. Not a stitch of underwear, of any type, of course. The skirt seemed longer than they had been, the last few days, and the neckline was a little less obvious. With the jacket closed and fully buttoned, she could probably be seen in public without getting arrested. Another Christmas card lay on her counter, all it said was, "Be Helpful! Helping Others Can be Fulfilling." Lillian wasn't in the outer office. Just as JoAnne settled into her chair, Lillian, wearing a cute little gray skirt outfit, came in, leading a small young woman with light brown hair and huge glasses, into the room. "JoAnne, this is Mouse, from the IT office. She is going to replace the Video conference set-up this morning; a lot more than the cable, was bad." "Mouse"; gave a weak smile, which clearly showed where she had picked up her nickname. The resemblance to a friendly, cute, cartoon mouse was uncanny. She had two prominent front teeth and her ears even stuck out enough to make the image perfect. Well, as long as she was here, there was no way JoAnne was going to get Lillian alone. JoAnne moved to Lillian's desk while Lillian and Mouse struggled with the connections. Mouse, working in the secure comms closet, while Lillian kept reconnecting cables under the desk. JoAnne watched Lillian's cute round ass, wiggling around as she swapped out yet another piece of the system, while Mouse adjusted settings on the master board in the closet; occasionally closing the door to see the whole panel. Going down a couple floors, to Security; to sign for a new badge and computer token that would work with the new conference system, was a relief for JoAnne. As she walked back into her office, closing the outer door behind her, the first thing she saw was Lillian's yummy ass, still wiggling from under the desk. Looking around, she noted that everyone seemed to be still at work, just as she’d left them. So that means Mouse was still in the comms closet, with the door almost shut. Grinning evilly, JoAnne slid up behind the desk and the lovely ass of her assistant was exposed. She rolled up her desk chair and seated herself, then slid one hand up her inner thigh; slowly; whispering, "As soon as we're alone, I'm eating that sweet pussy, until you scream! Then I'm fucking your brains out with Carlos!” That was the nickname she gave her new strap-on dildo harness setup. Lillian didn't say anything, but spread her legs further. JoAnne then saw the jeweled stem of a lovely ass-plug, deeply set in Lillian’s lovely asshole. Where did Lillian get this lovely accessory from? She let her fingers cruise up the soft inner thigh. Much to her excitement, Lillian wasn't wearing any panties; and she was very, very wet. JoAnne began to finger her in earnest, massaging the rapidly swollen clit and dripping pussy rapidly. Lillian was thrusting back against her hand, so she quickly slipped two fingers into her, pumping in and out until she heard a soft moan and felt Lillian's pussy muscles contacting rhythmically on her fingers. Hearing the rattling at the comms closet door, she rapidly stood up and acted as if she was in the middle of a conversation with Lillian: "So we may have to stay later tonight until we get this sorted out." Lillian stepped out of the comms closet. Stunned Joanne looked down at the desk as Mouse slipped out from underneath it, with a huge mousey grin, flushed face and a great deal of hair out of place. Belatedly, Joanne realized Mouse was also wearing a gray skirt, just like Lillian's. "I'll stay as late as you want, Ma'am! Gosh Lily, you said she was great to work for, but I didn't know she was this great!" Lillian looked confused. Mouse's grin got even wider. "Lil, she didn't know we switched places; she thought I was you.” Turning back to the director, Mouse continued; “Miss Steadman, It was great! Mouse was euphoric and giddy. “LiI, haven't gotten laid since the last time we did the amateur-night strip club thing, you know? The time you and I had too much tequila, ended up in the oil-wrestling pit, and went home together? And Miss Steadmann was really good! Normally I'd scream if someone just slid their hand up my skirt, but it was so obvious she thought it was you! And I thought it would be funny; she promised to fuck my brains out as soon as we were alone. So I was going to say something, but her fingers felt so good; going up my thigh, and I kept putting off saying anything. And I've been so horny all week. I mean; I can masturbate, but it just isn't the same as having someone else do it to you. And she knows just how to use her fingers; I came so hard, I thought I would pass out. Gosh Lily, you need to learn to share!" Mouse said the entire thing in one breath, which made Lillian begin to giggle, then Mouse joined in and finally JoAnne broke down and began to laugh. Breathlessly, JoAnne gasped out, "I'm so sorry, I've just been so crazy horny for the last week." Mouse giggled, "You should jump the bike courier guy; makes me wet every time he walks through the office. I end up fingering myself under the desk!" "I jumped him yesterday, and screwed his brains out." "Oh my gosh! Is he as good as he looks? I'll bet he's hung like a horse!" "Huge; he's just hung like a stallion!. But I'm still horny as hell!" After they finally managed to stop laughing, Mouse looked thoughtfully at the outer office door. Her wicked mouse-grin got wider. She pulled a doorknob sign out of her bag. It said; "Tech Support. Sensitive Hardware Installation; Keep Out." She walked to the outer office door, pulled it open, hung the sign on the outer knob, then closed and locked it with an evil mousey leer. "Looks like later to me!" JoAnne felt Lily reach around her and begin unbuttoning her blouse, pausing for a moment to gently tease JoAnne's hard nipples. Mouse dropped her skirt to the floor and walked towards the cleared off desk. "So Miss Jo, you said something about; making me scream?" Jo shivered as Lily pulled her blouse down off her shoulders while tracing up the nape of her neck with the hot tip of her tongue. Lily whispered in her ear. "I'm holding you to that, too. You may have said it to her, but you thought you were promising it to me. Looks like double duty for you." It was over two hours later when JoAnne finally walked out on wobbly legs. She was even a little sore; Mouse, it turned out, had a fondness for wearing the strap-on and her compact little body had more strength than anyone would expect. JoAnne was also very glad she'd been using the vibrator on her ass so regularly; her earlier attack on Lily's ass had brought a rather delightful but slightly over the top retribution from Lily. Mouse and Lily seemed very comfortable with each other, and it was pretty clear they were a lot fonder of each other than either of them really realized. To be honest JoAnne wondered why she'd noticed. Dropping off to sleep was easier than ever. After a few minutes with her vibrator of course. The Third Package When JoAnne woke the next morning, naked as usual, she glanced in the mirror; her little holly leaf was very much edged in gold now; and the hair seemed to be turning a dark green. At least her closet was looking a little more benign this morning; the ever present red jacket, a regular white silk blouse; hardly transparent at all; her now-perpetually-excited nipples poked through, but she was getting used to that. And the skirt was actually just a little shorter than her usual choice. The heels were almost an inch higher than before, but that was a pretty easy trade-off. The shoes, at least, were comfortable. As she strolled into her kitchen, she found Holly, and another incredibly busty elf perched on the counter, looking over a couple of scrolls. Both were drinking coffee from her coffeemaker. "A black elf?" Holly and the new elf looked up at her. The black elf threw her a sharp look. "What, is she racist, too?" Holly shook her head, and held up her scroll. "Nope. Just ignorant." Holly looked over at JoAnne. "Elves aren't born, we're recruited." "From where? "Everywhere. I was recruited in Germany over 900 years ago. Koko here was recruited from Johannesburg about 80 years ago." JoAnne really wanted to know what the hell they were doing in her kitchen, but pushing Holly had proven to be a really bad idea, so she tried to be conversational. "So what's the recruitment profile? I mean you'd have to have some kind of criteria." She looked at the two of them critically for a second. "Cause If I was going to guess, I'd assume it had something to do with having tits like honeydew melons." Koko gave a lopsided grin. "That's part of the 'elf upgrade package.' The Big Guy has a thing for giant knockers, so you lose a little height and gain half dozen cups sizes. They firm up and stick out, too. Gwyneth, our head supervisor, is over 800 years old, and she still has very little sag." She reached up with her hands and jiggled her boobs. "They're really sensitive, too. Definitely worth the trade." "Doesn't that make your back hurt?" Holly laughed. "Christmas Magic, Baby." "The Big Guy is?" "Santa Claus, Pere Noel, Father Christmas. Yep, he's real." "And he likes big knockers. Do you guys, uh?" Koko shook her head, eyes wide. "Nope, He's a one-woman guy, and Lady Winter isn't somebody you'd want to piss off. She doesn't mind skin and jiggle all around him, doesn't mind looking at it, herself. But I'd hate to think what would happen if anyone was stupid enough to go after and seduce him." Holly nodded. "She actually does the upgrades, I think the giant ta-tas are her idea, anyway." She suddenly looked a little serious. "So, anyway; Koko here is from the Legal Oversight office. She's responsible for making sure all the legal criteria are met for this kind of stuff. Christmas Lesson Curses, you know." "She's a lawyer?" Koko stiffened. "Oh? So I can't be a lawyer now?" JoAnne flinched. "No, I mean, I guess, I just never thought of Elves as needing lawyers." Koko relaxed a bit. "We have divisions to do everything: management, logistics, manufacturing, recruiting, and, of course; the elves who go out and spread Christmas cheer, the 'Jingle Girls,' that's by far our biggest division." Holly caught Jo's eye. "She has to make sure that I'm not misusing power, make sure you deserved the curse. All that kind of stuff." There was an almost pleading look in her eye. Koko nodded, sipping her coffee and picking up a scroll from the counter. "Somebody, who I won't name, but who's initials are 'Holly Mistletoe' is kind of sloppy with paperwork and has gotten her ass in trouble before; for overreacting. In fact, she's on probation. One more misuse and she's back in the toy factory, putting eyes in those creepy little dolls." Holly shuddered. Jo shrugged. "So what do you need to know?" "Okay. Let's see. Were you knowingly and deliberately rude to her, contrary to the Spirit of Christmas?" "Yeah, I kinda was. More than 'kinda.' I knocked her on her ass." "On purpose?" "I don't know. More, not giving a shit." Koko's eyes slid sideways accusingly towards Holly, who looked a little stricken. Jo suddenly felt a little sorry for Holly, even though she'd started this whole thing. "Oh yeah, I did tell her to 'Fuck off.' Twice. And definitely I meant that. I tried to get her thrown out of the restaurant." She saw relief cross Holly's face. Koko looked placated. "Okay. So let's see if the response was appropriate;” Koko scanned the scroll. "Maybe a little over the top, but not too much. No permanent damage or anything. Not like that sheep incident in Scotland." Holly suppressed a snicker and Koko glared at her. "It wasn't funny, you know. A whole country gets a bad reputation because some drunk highlander pinched your ass without your permission." She looked over at JoAnne. "Have you learned your lesson?" "Yes. I think I have. I'll sure as hell remember this, for the rest of my life." "Okay then, we can go ahead and turn it off." JoAnne thought fleetingly of Mouse and Lillian. "Wait, doesn't it end at midnight tonight anyway? Until Midnight of Christmas Eve and all that?" Koko looked a little confused. "Well, yes, but it isn't necessary to continue; you're clearly contrite;” "No, it's okay, I don't want to put you guys through any trouble or anything. I've made it so far, I'll make it through the day." Koko shrugged, but JoAnne thought Holly looked a bit smug as the two of them disappeared with that bizarre reverse popping sound. Alone. Unfortunately for JoAnne, Lily had called to say she would be out; her car had broken down. Just as bad, when JoAnne made up an excuse to call down to Tech Support to "ask Mouse a question about this video upgrade," she'd been told that Mouse had called out to go help someone whose car had broken down. Obviously Lily. JoAnne reflected that the two of them seemed to be a little more than just a couple friends who slept together once in a while. In a way, she wished Lily had called her for help instead of Mouse. She lasted only half the day in the nearly deserted office. Everyone had taken Christmas Eve off, and she could have sprinted through the building, naked; and not run into anyone. By noon, only she and the old man at the security desk, were left. Grumbling, she walked out of the building, and started home. Nobody to care for, nobody to visit. As she walked past a still-open jewelry store, she noticed charm necklaces proudly displayed. Not very expensive things; just little gold charms. But one design was a little cartoon mouse; and one of the others was a lily. After a flash of inspiration, she walked down the street to a metro delivery service, filled out the forms, and paid a ridiculous fee to have the necklaces delivered by tonight. With a self-satisfied smile, she sent the mouse necklace to Lily and the lily necklace to Mouse, along with a note that she hoped they had a wonderful Christmas. At 6pm, tired of waiting for the ‘shoe to drop’, and more than a little disappointed, JoAnne took a relaxing shower. Afterward she dried and wore her very expensive white plush bathrobe. She pulled a bottle of chilled white wine out of her walk-in wine cellar, and put it on the counter. Her earlier joy at finding the right gifts for Lily and Mouse, was fast-fading, and in the back of her mind, she was seriously considering drinking enough wine to pass out, for the first time since college. That is, until she heard a knock on her Penthouse apartment door. That in itself should have been impossible; nobody entered the building without being rung up in the first place. She walked over and looked out the peephole. The bike messenger. She smiled to herself, feeling a surge of lust. "Holly, you clever, sneaky little bitch." She untied and tossed her robe over on the easy chair, and threw the door open with a smile. "Just what I was waiting for! Come on in." Three faces stared at her in shock. Well, two were in shock; the third was starting a knowing grin. She looked from face to face to face, stunned. The Bike Messenger. An identical Bike Messenger. And yet another twin Bike Messenger. "Triplets? Identical Triplets." The grinning one stepped in, pulling the other two with him. "I'm Derrick, this is Devlin and that is Darwin. We operate Triple D Messenger Service." The one he'd called Devlin, stared at her for a second, then blinked and shook his head. "You dropped off a couple packages to be delivered and the addresses got smeared." He held up the packages for Lily and Mouse. "Since we had deliveries in this building we figured we'd drop by and get;” his voice trailed off as Joann reached over and grabbed his shirtfront and Darwin's arm, and began dragging them towards the living room. "I really hope you three don't have anywhere to be for the next couple of hours." She felt Derrick's hands slide up her bare body, to cup her tits, and Darwin started kissing her deeply. An hour later, moaning her way through yet another shivering orgasm, she noticed movement in the doorway. Lily and Mouse, both in long winter coats watched; open-mouthed from the doorway. Each one was clutching a wine box with a bow on it. She pulled her mouth off the head of the cock she'd been happily sucking on. Darwin, or was it Derrick; looked over at them, then back down at JoAnne. "You need to get that lock looked at." "Come in and close the door." Mouse looked at her wide-eyed, then at the men stroking in and out of JoAnne. "Miss Jo, you look a little; busy, maybe we should go." "Well; I think maybe 'Miss I-Get-Wet-and-Finger-Myself-Whenever-the-Bike-Messenger-Comes-Through'; and 'Miss I-Want-to-Take-a-Bite-of-His-Ass'; should lose their clothes and give me a hand before I suffocate. This whole 'airtight' thing is fun at first, but a girl needs to be able to breathe." Lily and Mouse exchanged looks and giggled as they dropped their coats. The only thing either one was wearing was their shoes. As the men slowly let her loose, JoAnne said. "Mouse, Lily, this is Derrick, Devlin and Darwin of Triple D Messenger Service." Lily reached out and grabbed the nearest cock. "Dibs on Devlin." "Um, actually, I'm Darwin;” "Yeah, whatever. Just get that rock hard ass and phallus over here." The one nearest Mouse smiled at her. "I'm;” Mouse solemnly cut him off, grabbing his hard shaft and leading him over towards an easy chair. "Don't care. You name wasn't the important part of my recurring fantasy." JoAnne looked at the remaining brother. Whatever his name was. "Thank God! Now I can move how I want to." It was another hour before they paused. While the guys recovered, JoAnne gave the charm necklaces to Mouse and Lily and watched their smiles light up. Especially when they realized who got which necklace. Mouse reached over and pulled Jo and Lily into a hug. "You guys are the best!" Lily grabbed the wine boxes, handing one to Mouse. "We got you gifts too." Mouse opened the box with a crazy mousey leer, pulling out an enormous strap-on, while Lily did the same. Her grin wasn't as mousey, but the leer was just as crazy. They began strapping them on, and over their shoulders, JoAnne could see the guys' hard-ons returning already. "Holly Mistletoe. Holly Mistletoe. Holly Mistletoe!" Everything froze with a snap. Holly, her elf cap askew, was standing in the middle of the room. She looked around at the three buff bike messengers, who'd just been starting to get up, then at Lily and Mouse, frozen with their giant strap-ons at the ready and lust-filled eyes. "Wow. I'm impressed. Helluva party." "It's getting a little wild." "Okay, you definitely need help. Do you want me to make them go to sleep, send some home, send all of them home?" "Oh, no. Don't do that." Holly looked around. "Then what?" "I wasn't really calling for help. I just figured, that if you weren't busy you might want to; you know." "Join in?" Holly looked at her disbelievingly. JoAnne shrugged. "Sorry, I just thought you might want a little fun. But I guess being an Elf on Christmas Eve, you're probably busy." Holly looked over at the three guys and grinned. "Fuck it, the team up north can get by without me." "How are you going to get them to not freak out when you just show up, I doubt all of them believe in Christmas Magic?" "The magic of Pizza. Everybody believes in pizza." A sudden snap with that strange reverse-popping sound and everyone was in motion again. Just as they had her encircled, there was a loud knock and the door popped open. Holly, in a ridiculously tight, red and white, cleavage-baring parody of a pizza delivery costume was standing at the door, holding a two huge pizza boxes. "Pizza delivery! For Miss Jo Steadmann. Looks like a 'Crowd Pleaser Combo', One 'Double Sweet and Spicy' and one extra-large, extra-hot Triple Sausage. Lily shook her head. "You really need to get that lock looked at." Holly looked around, as if seeing everything for the first time, and her eyes widened. "Oh, triplets!" Trio Times. Jo relaxed dreamily, eyes closed, laying on her side on her bed as Mouse and Lily thrust slowly, gently, in and out of her in perfect rhythm. Their legs were tangled together. Lily, behind her, and Mouse, in front, used their hands to hold JoAnne’s upper leg up at the knee, while they both kissed and nibbled her neck. She listened to far more intense noises from the next room. Somewhere around midnight, Holly had finally dragged the three bike messengers off with a lascivious grin. JoAnne didn't have to make any effort, just enjoyed the sensations, the slow build until a last, slow wave of orgasm slid through her. As she opened her eyes, she realized that Lily and Mouse were gently kissing each other, the golden charms on their necklaces tapping together, making tiny bell-like sounds, while the two of them looked into each other's eyes as if they were in a world all their own. Walking Funny. The next morning, JoAnne slipped quietly off the bed; Lillian and Mouse were nestled together on the other side. Mouse was snoring quietly, little, squeaky contented sounds. It was clear, just from the way they were holding each other; that they had crossed from occasional Friends with Benefits, to something much more serious, and that made JoAnne smile a little. Holly was sitting lazily, in one of the easy chairs, dressed in one of JoAnne's robes. She raised a mug up. "The boys had to leave, remembered they had a Christmas family thing. That's good, 'cause I'm gonna walk funny for a few days. Damn, they had some serious stamina. Must be all that bike riding. Hey, I've got some hot chocolate for you on the counter." JoAnne raised the steaming mug off the counter. "I thought you'd be busy today." "No, Christmas Day is a pretty quiet day for me, just a couple things to do." She waved at the penthouse apartment. "Is this worth it? Your job, I mean, it obviously makes a shit-ton of money, but it seems pretty stressful." "I thought so, but honestly, over the last few days, I've had more fun than I can remember." She paused. "I could work my ass off for the rest of my life and it would never get me what Lily and Mouse have." "I saw that too, they just didn't realize it until last night. They just figured out that they're a forever couple, I could see it in their eyes last night. You saw it before they did, didn't you?" They both love men, a lot. But they’ll have to be men who don’t mind the Sapphic dimensions in the two women’s lives. JoAnne nodded. "I even kind of gave a hint to them." She told Holly about the necklaces, realizing that the whole thought that she wasn't going to get something; she'd never even thought of wanting, was depressing. JoAnne decided to change the subject. "So, do you like your job?" "It's amazing. I get to travel all over the world, all the time. And I really am the best at it." "I can tell, last night was insane, you outdid yourself." “But I want more from life than career affirmation. I want a meaningful and fun relationship with someone who appreciates who I am. This corporation will never be able to give me those things.” “Did you know that Triple D is conducting a search for a logistics administrator? Derrick is conduction interviews, starting tomorrow. They’ve been offered metro area contracts from a global overnight delivery leader, and they’ll need a very competent administrator. It sounds custom-made for one JoAnne Steadmann?” “Derrick and I had fantastic chemistry, a couple days ago, and again last night. But will Derrick and I be compatible, I mean, after the curse wears off?” Holly shook her head. "The curse ended at Midnight. Since we operate all over the world, all our stuff is set to work on Greenwich mean time, so that'd be about 6PM yesterday, here." "So what was last night?" "That was all you; and, let me tell you, you are one crazy, horny, bitch. You just needed to be unleashed." "Oh. My. God. I thought that was part of your 'spreading Christmas cheer' job." Holly leaned back grinning. "That's a blast, one of the best jobs out there; but I'm not a Jingle Girl, that's not what I do. I just did a courtesy check, on my own time. Gawd, woman! You sure know how to host a shagging party!" "Well, what do you do?" Holly put the mug down on the small table next to her and pulled a scroll out of the thin air and unrolled it, then held a quill pen out to JoAnne, arching an eyebrow. "I'm in Recruiting. If you weren’t interested in settling down with a local guy, I’d be earnestly pitching a career option with lots of travel and opportunities unbounded.” Based on a post by Todd 1 72, in 2 parts.

Eric establishes the theme of the 365 Reckoning, an annual self-audit designed to assess personal and professional growth over the previous year. He challenges listeners to stop living in a reactionary mode and instead approach the upcoming year with ruthless discipline and intentionality. A central point of the audit involves breaking the limiting "contractor conspiracy" mindset, advising them to price their services based on the successful business they aspire to be, rather than their current limitations. To facilitate this transformation, Eric suggests the tactical One-One-One Rule (daily decisions, weekly improvements, and year-long peer group commitment) to emphasize that large-scale change results from compounding micro-wins. Triplet stresses the necessity of immediate action, urging you to begin the difficult work now during the "separation season" rather than drifting until the New Year, underscoring the vital role of accountability for sustained success. Key Takeaways: Avoid living in a reactionary mode and be intentional about your actions to prevent drifting into chaos. Make and strictly keep the commitments you declare and contract with yourself. Plug into a peer group for accountability as sharing your goals makes you significantly more likely to achieve them. Implement the One-to-One-to-One rule by making one positive decision daily and focusing on one improvement or skill weekly. Begin charging towards your goals right now, using the final weeks of the year as a separation season rather than waiting for January 1st.

Eric discusses the philosophical concept that being worn out from work is actually a powerful sign of success. Triplet shares how he was inspired by the quote, "What a privilege to be tired from the work you once beg the universe for," which encourages listeners to reframe exhaustion as a blessing rooted in purpose. He recounts his career journey building aquariums and ponds, explaining the transition from hands-on labor to operating a large business, acknowledging that managing the "burden" of a growing enterprise is a necessary part of achieving his entrepreneurial dream. Triplet also reveals his newer role in mentoring and coaching fellow contractors through his "Train with Triplet" program, fulfilling an unexpected prediction that he would become a teacher. Throughout the narrative, he insists that gratitude is the key antidote to burnout, serving as a discipline necessary to appreciate one's current opportunities. Key Takeaways: View the fatigue from the work necessary to achieve your dreams as a privilege and a blessing. Treat gratitude as a discipline by constantly reminding yourself of the opportunities you have to serve. Use gratitude as an antidote to counteract feelings of professional stress and burnout. Do not allow the criticism or judgment of others to prevent you from pursuing your goals. Remember to soak up moments of success and continuously reflect on your achievements and wins.

The Triplets receive a crash course in wine-making as the vineyard comes to life and attacks! Nyack gets punch-drunk, Onyx does some gardening and Jens gets to the root of the matter as the Trinyvale X Strahd crossover continues!RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL TICKETS ARE AVAILABLE NOW! CREDITSEditing by Brian MurphyProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMUSIC INCLUDES:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" by Emily Axford“TechGnomek” by Emily Axford“Barovian Tango by Emily Axford“The Little Moon” by Emily Axford“The Night Lotus" by Emily Axford“The Shard” by Emily Axford“The Gate” by Emily Axford“A Memorable Feast" by Emily Axford“A Hunkle's Plea" by Emily Axford"The Tarroka Suite" by Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" by Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Eric provides a pre-holiday reality check for pond owners. He stresses that Thanksgiving marks the final opportunity to perform necessary fall and winter pond maintenance before the chaotic holiday season makes it impossible. Triplet uses urgency and fear of an embarrassing, neglected pond to motivate listeners, sharing anecdotes about clients who waited too long and suffered consequences, such as sick or dying fish. He advises listeners to immediately contact a local pond professional to get scheduled before December, emphasizing that proper maintenance reduces stress and protects their investment in their pond and fish. The episode serves as a firm warning that ignoring pond care now will lead to broken equipment, distressed koi, and increased personal stress during the holidays. Key Takeaways: Book service with your local pond professional immediately, aiming for a slot before Thanksgiving or in early December. Prioritize essential pond maintenance now because the holiday season rush has officially begun and time is running out. Proactively address pond debris and filter issues to prevent catastrophic pump failure and fish suffering during the holidays. • Always quarantine new fish before introducing them to your pond to protect your existing fish population. Maintain your pond as a beautiful oasis to reduce the stress and anxiety caused by holiday chaos and obligations.

Four-time Academy Award nominee and BAFTA and Caesar Awards winner Sylvain Chomet (director of "The Triplets of Belleville" and "The Illusionist") joins me to discuss his latest animated feature, "A Magnificent Life", about French playwright, poet and filmmaker Marcel Pagnol. It opens in select theaters for an awards-qualifying run this Friday Nov. 21 and will officially release in North America on Feb. 20, 2026.

On their way to the winery, the Triplets take a detour to build a new base for their allies! Jens carries on about cars, Nyack signs up for signs and Onyx gets inspired by spires as the Trinyvale X Strahd crossover continues!Get the NaddPod Fan Calendar here! - https://linktr.ee/naddcalendarCREDITSEditing by Brian MurphyProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMUSIC INCLUDES:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" by Emily Axford“The Night Lotus" by Emily Axford“Oh Melora" by Emily Axford“Barovian Tango by Emily Axford“A Memorable Feast" by Emily Axford"The Tarroka Suite" by Emily Axford"Strahd" by Emily Axford“The Gate” by Emily Axford"Lights Out" by Emily Axford“A Hunkle's Plea" by Emily Axford“Selfless” by Emily Axford“The Little Moon” by Emily Axford“Where is the Manager” by Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" by Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

They learn as they go, but despite best efforts, this is the only set of Birthday Triplets the Imbalanced Boys have unearthed, so far. Born on November 10th, 1947: Greg Lake, Progressive Rock founder/innovator (King Crimson/ELP) Glen Buxton, lead guitarist of the Alice Cooper Band Dave Loggins, Hall Of Fame singer/songwriter They're all gone now... They'd be 78 today... Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

They learn as they go, but despite best efforts, this is the only set of Birthday Triplets the Imbalanced Boys have unearthed, so far. Born on November 10th, 1947: Greg Lake, Progressive Rock founder/innovator (King Crimson/ELP) Glen Buxton, lead guitarist of the Alice Cooper Band Dave Loggins, Hall Of Fame singer/songwriter They're all gone now... They'd be 78 today... Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A New England Journal of Medicine study showed a novel chemotherapy regimen, trastuzumab deruxtecan combined with pertuzumab, outperformed the current standard in treating HER2-positive advanced breast cancer, demonstrating better efficacy and tolerability with fewer traditional chemotherapy-related side effects. A JAMA Oncology study by Uppsala University revealed a modest increase in breast cancer risk with hormonal contraceptive use among over two million Swedish women, emphasizing the need for balanced counseling regarding risks and benefits. The REPAIR trial in Denmark, published in the British Medical Journal, demonstrated that a short course of antibiotics significantly reduced clinically important wound complications after vaginal delivery in women with episiotomies or second-degree tears, highlighting its potential benefit in postpartum care.

Denis is sad that his Canada team didn't win the world series. Jerid is turning into the Craig Lockwood of the TripleT podcast. Come listen in!We'd love to hear from you so send in questions to the show Instagram: @the.tttpodcastYour hosts:Denis Tyrell of Tyrell Knifeworks:IG: @tyrellknifeworksYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/TyrellKnifeworksWebsite: https://www.tyrellknifeworks.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/people/Tyrell-Knifeworks/61558767232017/Jerid Sandoval of Echo Blades:IG: @echo_bladesFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/people/Echo-Blades/100085394408004/Maker's Spotlight: https://www.instagram.com/running_man_forge https://www.instagram.com/mario___mattiaOur sponsors:Two Basterds Tx Smithy & Supplies: @twobasterdshammersMaritime Knife Supply: http://maritimeknifesupply.comPelican Paste: https://pelicanpaste.com (Use TTT10 for 10% off!)Baker Forge and Tool: https://www.bakerforge.com (Use TTT10 for 10% off!)Grip Tech Composites: https://rocksolidscales.com/ (Use TTT10 for 10% off!) Evenheat Kilns: Https://Evenheatkilns.com/Ameribrade: https://www.ameribrade.com/Podcasts we think you'll like: Hustle and Grind Work For It Fire and Steel KnifeTalk FullBlast ForgeSideChat Artisans of Steel Knife Perspective Can you hear the Eko

Beset by peril on all sides, the Triplets attempt a daring escape. Jens shoots like an elf, Onyx expands the family and Nyack gets the cold shoulder as the Trinyvale X Strahd crossover continues! Get the NaddPod Fan Calendar here! (available November 1st) - https://linktr.ee/naddcalendarCREDITSEditing by Brian MurphyProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMUSIC INCLUDES:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" by Emily Axford"A Memorable Feast" by Emily Axford"Barovian Tango" by Emily Axford"A Hunkle's Plea" by Emily Axford"Oh Melora" by Emily Axford"The Little Moon" by Emily Axford"The Tarroka Suite" by Emily Axford"Strahd" by Emily Axford"Lights Out" by Emily Axford"Moonsick" by Emily Axford"The Journey of the Three" by Jens Christian Tvilum "Trinyvale Closiing Theme" by Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Expert advice from three MD’s and no co-pay fees! Oliver asks OBGYN triplets Joanna, Sarah, and Vicky Bedell what men should know about women’s health. From their expert take on perimenopause to the best therapies being prescribed, the sisters will see you now! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Triplets confront the Abbot of St. Markovia and attempt to stop a strange wedding ritual! Jens tests his blade, Nyack bags a big one and Onyx gets a god complex as the Trinyvale X Strahd crossover continues! Subscribe to NaddPod on Patreon! - Patreon.com/NaddpodCREDITSEditing by Brian MurphyProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMUSIC INCLUDES:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" by Emily Axford"The Gate" by Emily Axford"The Tarroka Suite" by Emily Axford“Selfless" by Emily Axford"Strahd" by Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" by Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Cristina Rodriguez joins us to discuss her data on front-line triplets, and we also discuss the prospective RNAseq-based biomarker OPTIC study

On this week's Block Party Podcast, presented by Jai Alai IPA, Greg Wolf and Braydon Coburn are joined by Stanley Cup Champion Tyler Johnson. They discuss his remarkable career, his beloved status in Tampa Bay, the evolution of Coach Jon Cooper and the ‘Triplet' line. Plus they discuss what he's doing in retirement, memories of ‘The Bubble' and he reflects on his career and the relationships he's built along the way.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Triplets mount a rescue mission inside the Abbey of St. Markovia! Onyx makes a call, Nyack nets a net and Jens reignites his passion as the Trinyvale X Strahd crossover continues!Subscribe to NaddPod on Patreon! - Patreon.com/NaddpodCREDITSEditing by Brian MurphyProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMUSIC INCLUDES:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" by Emily Axford“Sweeping Up the Shards” by Emily Axford"The Tarroka Suite" by Emily Axford"Barovian Tango" by Emily Axford“Where is the Manager??” by Emily Axford“A Memorable Feast” by Emily Axford"Oh Melora" by Emily Axford"The Gate" by Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" by Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Sue Donnellan is a military wife, mom of four (including triplets), entrepreneur, author, and reformed yeller turned parenting pioneer. With over 20 years of experience, Sue has helped countless families worldwide break free from generational cycles of challenging parenting through her leadership-driven parenting methods.She is the author of Secrets to Parenting Without Giving a F^ck and the creator of the Fight-Free Parenting™ course, which teaches her signature Parenting in Advance™ method. Through this approach, parents go beyond simply improving behavior—they also create accountability and develop skills to foster genuine, lasting relationships with their children.Sue's method emphasizes unlearning outdated parenting patterns and building trust through respectful, cycle-breaking strategies. She believes true parenting success lies in raising children who not only feel valued but enjoy being around their parents for life. With her no-nonsense, compassionate guidance, Sue inspires parents to transform their relationships and raise confident, happy kids.She's a manufacturer's rep working with inventors and selling their products to catalogs, She also has her own skincare brand BodyVerde.com as well as being an author of the parenting book Secrets to Parenting Without Giving a F^ck and a 20+ year parent coachFIND HER HERE:https://askmomparenting.com/https://www.instagram.com/askmomparenting/https://www.facebook.com/AskMomParenting/

While hosting a literal feast for crows, the Triplets piece together the truth behind Vallaki's most sinister secret! Jens calls in a hit, Nyack stays hydrated and Onyx gets fired up as the Trinyvale X Strahd Crossover continues!Support NaddPod on Patreon! - Patreon.com/NaddpodCREDITSEditing by Brian MurphyProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMUSIC INCLUDES:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" by Emily Axford“Where is the Manager??” by Emily Axford"Barovian Tango" by Emily Axford"The Tarroka Suite" by Emily Axford“The Little Moon” by Emily Axford“Obsidian” by Emily Axford“Lights Out” by Emily Axford"The Gate" by Emily Axford"Oh Melora" by Emily Axford"The Night Lotus" by Emily Axford"A Hunkle's Plea" by Emily Axford“Moonsick” by Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" by Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

A young family from the NSW South Coast have recently welcomed three new bubs—Ada, Lillie, and Maggie—prematurely. The triplets have all needed extra care, but particularly Maggie, who has faced serious health challenges since birth, including brain damage, multiple seizures, and the need for resuscitation.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Sponsor: Learn more about Zenith Health's Pregnancy Evidence Navigator -Penny- tool and their Pregnancy Evidence Project at www.zenithhealth.io The Birth Hour Links: Know Your Options Online Childbirth Course (code 100OFF for $100 OFF!) Beyond the First Latch Course (comes free with KYO course) Access archived episodes and a private Facebook group via Patreon! 

Eric Triplet, and his guest, Tyson Matias, are focusing on pond maintenance and filtration. Triplet introduces The Clearwater Guarantee Experience segment, which highlights the Atlantic Oase product line and their promise of clear water if customers follow their program. The bulk of the discussion centers on Matias's personal experience with improving his backyard pond, specifically after Eric pointed out the presence of particulates despite the pond's meticulous design. Tyson recounts the year-long delay in installing the recommended FiltoClear pressure filter and his eventual satisfaction when the new system, which aids in removing solids, achieved crystal-clear water within three days. The conversation also touches on the three key aspects of achieving clear pond water: removing solids, biological filtration, and using a UV system to kill single-cell algae. Key Takeaways: Establish a clear path to correction before attempting to fix a problem. Use a simple mason jar test to diagnose the specific particulates floating in your water. Apply constructive pessimism to identify flaws and continuously make things better. Hide necessary but unsightly equipment using creativity, such as fake rocks or strategically placed plants. Implement the three essential phases of clear water maintenance: removing solids, biological filtration, and UV exposure.

Haunted by strange visions from the Abbey, the Triplets launch a full-scale investigation into the Baron and his family! Onyx says yes to the dress, Nyack makes an angsty ally and Jens reflects on the situation as the Trinyvale X Strahd crossover continues!Support us on Patreon! - Patreon.com/NaddpodCREDITSEditing by Brian MurphyProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMUSIC INCLUDES:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" by Emily Axford"The Gate" by Emily Axford“Where is the Manager??” by Emily Axford"Oh Melora" by Emily Axford"Barovian Tango" by Emily Axford“Selfless” by Emily Axford"The Night Lotus" by Emily Axford“The Little Moon” by Emily Axford“A Memorable Feast” by Emily Axford“Lights Out” by Emily Axford“Moonsick” by Emily Axord"The Tarroka Suite" by Emily Axford"Strahd" by Emily Axford“The Shard” by Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" by Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

What if the “impossible” was actually possible?In this jaw-dropping episode, Karen sits down with midwife Kristine Lauria, a global midwifery director with more than 30 years of experience, to unpack the viral story of a home birth triplet delivery.Kristine has attended over 5,000 births worldwide — from refugee camps in South Sudan with Doctors Without Borders to high-risk deliveries in the U.S. — and she brings an unmatched perspective on what physiological birth can truly look like.Tune in to hear:The incredible story of Amber's viral home birth with tripletsWhat actually happens in a breech extraction (and why it was needed in this case)How Kristine stayed calm in an emergency and why that saved a lifeWhy the role of a good midwife often means having the skill to do nothingThe difference between scary and traumatic births — and how a mother's experience matters just as much as the outcomeWhat Kristine has learned from thousands of births in hospitals, homes, and disaster zones around the worldWhy hospital cesarean rates don't compare to what's possible when birth is left undisturbedThe spiritual and emotional side of birth that modern maternity care often overlooksConnect with Kristine: @globalmidwife64 @allowedtobirthConnect with Karen:Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/painfreebirthInstagram - https://www.instagram.com/painfreebirth/Spotify Podcast - https://open.spotify.com/show/5zEiKMIHFewZeVdzfBSEMSApple Podcast - https://podcasts.apple.com/ca/podcast/pain-free-birth/id1696179731Website - https://painfreebirth.com/Email List https://pain-free-birth.mykajabi.com/website-opt-in

The Triplets arrive in Vallaki seeking information and allies, but are met with a bizarre festival instead! Jens sports the ultimate drip, Nyack appeals to the youth and Onyx meets the man of her dreams as the Trinyvale X Strahd crossover continues! Support us on Patreon! - Patreon.com/NaddpodCREDITSEditing by Brian MurphyProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMUSIC INCLUDES:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" by Emily Axford"Barovian Tango" by Emily Axford"Oh Melora" by Emily Axford"Techgnomek" by Emily Axford"Strahd" by Emily Axford"The Night Lotus" by Emily Axford"The Gate" by Emily Axford"The Tarroka Suite" by Emily Axford"Lights Out?" by Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" by Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Mitty Fresh n' Da Gang - Concrete Flex www.nocturnalradio.live // www.mitchellfrederick.com This is a Mitty Fresh Production… Yeah… uh… New York state of mind… Streets talk, we don't rewind… Concrete flex, money on deck, Diamonds on ice, but the city in check, Runnin' these blocks, we earnin' respect, From the Bronx to BK, we stack and protect. Corner store dreams, lit by the neon, Shooters stay quiet, but they always see one, Moves on the low, gotta play it strategic, Flows mathematical, grind encyclopedic. Hustle in the cold, where the night don't sleep, Voices in the stairwell, secrets they keep, Concrete jungle, survival is law, Money on the table, ambition raw. Concrete flex, money on deck, Diamonds on ice, but the city in check, Runnin' these blocks, we earnin' respect, From the Bronx to BK, we stack and protect. Brownstones echo, subway shake, Dreams built bigger than the risks we take, Trap on fire, but the flow stay froze, Power in the voice, everybody knows. Triple-time cadence, words overlap, Numbers go crazy when I drop that rap, Hov in the blueprint, kings with a pen, But the style stay fresh when the beat drop in. Streets don't sleep, they just rotate, Life on the line, gotta hold weight, Checks get signed, but the grind pure pain, Concrete flex, put respect on the name. Concrete flex, money on deck, Diamonds on ice, but the city in check, Runnin' these blocks, we earnin' respect, From the Bronx to BK, we stack and protect. This is New York, born from the grind, Legends made here, one of a kind, Concrete flex, it's more than a rhyme, Mitty Fresh on the beat, timeless design. This is a Mitty Fresh Production… Yeah… uh… Bright lights fade… but the hustle alive, In the city of stone, only strong survive. Concrete flex, pressure applied, From Queens to the Heights, we let the money decide, Steel veins pumping, respect worldwide, This the part two, watch the city collide. Subway roar, echo in the veins, Streetlights flicker, blood in the drains, Every block built on stories untold, Legends carved deep in the concrete cold. Wordplay heavy, cadence cut raw, Every rhyme brick like a hustler's law, Shadow in the alley, voice in the rain, Power in the pain, ambition remains. Concrete flex, pressure applied, From Queens to the Heights, we let the money decide, Steel veins pumping, respect worldwide, This the part two, watch the city collide. Gold on my wrist but the soul stay hungry, Boardroom suits still built from the ugly, Flow stay surgical, bars like a scalpel, Life in the jungle, the grind is the chapel. Triplets in the rhyme, flow like a chase, Gunna-type bounce with a Brooklyn bass, Every word sharp, double-time precision, Blueprint dreams with a Hov-like vision. Skyscrapers watch, shadows move fast, History repeats, but the future gon' last, Concrete flex, yeah the city's our stage, Written in the lights, every block, every page. Concrete flex, pressure applied, From Queens to the Heights, we let the money decide, Steel veins pumping, respect worldwide, This the part two, watch the city collide. Concrete flex, part two in the book, Streets still talking, take another look, From the bottom to the top, the design stays true, New York heartbeat, forever brand new.

Mitty Fresh n' Da Gang - JET LAG www.nocturnalradio.live // www.mitchellfrederick.com This is a Mitty Fresh production... Cabin lights low… seatbelt sign on… Wheels up, no sleep till dawn… Gate to gate, heart on roam… jet lag in my bones… Jet lag, bags tagged, stamp that page, New city, new wave, same big stage, Bésame rápido, runway haze, TLV to LAX, we set that blaze. Fast lane, clear frame, timing like a metronome, Triplet in the tongue, I'm sliding on a heptatone, Layover love, she texting on a presto phone, Duty-free drip, I'm walking with a hexachrome. Click-clack cadence - syncopated, spiral, 1-and-a-2, then I pivot on the vinyl, Spanish in the pocket, English on the final, Customs at the border, rhythm going primal. Muévete cerca, latidos al compás, Ojos de luna, dame un poco más, Ciudad tras ciudad, mi cuerpo sin paz. Jet lag, bags tagged, stamp that page, New city, new wave, same big stage, Bésame rápido, runway haze, CDMX a BCN, we set that blaze. Hands up - tray tables stow, Breath slow - let the cabin glow, Tick-tock - body clock low, Jet… lag… make the tempo grow. Aisle seat poet, turbulence of syllables, Rhyme scheme woven—polyrhythms visible, Passport pages flutter like a kick drum, Backbeat flips when the snares get critical. “Dámelo ahora,” she whisper at arrivals, “Quiero tu ritmo,” we dancing in spirals, Night shift sun in a neon revival, I land on the one like a vinyl survival. Jet lag, bags tagged, stamp that page, New city, new wave, same big stage, Bésame rápido, runway haze, JFK a MAD, we set that blaze. Cabin lights up… wheels kiss ground… Jet lag love… still hear that sound… Next gate, next fate… we round and round…

Mitty Fresh n' Da Gang - Cold Cash www.nocturnalradio.live // www.mitchellfrederick.com This is a Mitty Fresh Production… Yeah… yeah… Cold… cash… Feel that rhythm… last… Cold cash, stackin' in the moonlight, Fast life, movin' with the green light, Besos y cuerpos, fuego in the strobe light, Worldwide hustle, money make the vibe tight. Cold wrist, hot drip, movin' like a cyclone, Double up the pesos, digits on the iPhone, Backstreet shadows, trap beat echoes, Voices in the rhythm, speakin' in falsetto. Bodies intertwine to the sound of the snare, 808 thunder, smoke in the air, Every step timed, syllables sharp, Cadence on fire like a spark in the dark. Muévelo lento, dame calor, Piernas de fuego, pide más amor, Siente el pulso, ritmo brutal, Perreo salvaje, noche inmortal. Cold cash, stackin' in the moonlight, Fast life, movin' with the green light, Besos y cuerpos, fuego in the strobe light, Worldwide hustle, money make the vibe tight. Cash… cold… Let it echo, lose control… Cash… cold… Never stop, forever roll… Triplets in the rhyme when I ride on the beat, Cadence jumpin' heavy like the heat on the street, Words intertwine, syllables collide, Reggaetón swing with the trap on the side. Flex bilingual, rhythm get critical, Flow mathematical, energy physical, Lines overlap like a wave in the bay, Every bar hittin' like the drum when it sway. Cold cash, stackin' in the moonlight, Fast life, movin' with the green light, Besos y cuerpos, fuego in the strobe light, Worldwide hustle, money make the vibe tight. Cold… cash… Movin' fast, livin' last… Cold… cash… Forever worldwide…

Mitty Fresh n' Da Gang - Golden Flow www.nocturnalradio.live // www.mitchellfrederick.com This is a Mitty Fresh Production… Yeah… yeah… Golden flow… let it shine… Golden flow, mami shine so bright, Drip en mi cuello, diamonds in the night, Besos con fuego, rum with the ice, From the block to Monaco, we live the life. Stacks in the bag, vision in gold, Stories untold, but the rhythm unfold, Syllables bounce with a double time swing, Every line sharp, make the whole club sing. Bodies collide when the bassline drop, Candela en la pista, the vibe don't stop, Luxury taste, but the roots still street, Every rhyme heat, every cadence elite. Muévelo lento, dame pasión, Luz de la luna, corazón, Toda la noche, ritmo fatal, Perreo eterno, fiesta global. Golden flow, mami shine so bright, Drip en mi cuello, diamonds in the night, Besos con fuego, rum with the ice, From the block to Ibiza, we live the life. Flow… golden… Echo loud, the beat has spoken… Flow… golden… Worldwide vibe, forever open. Triplets in motion, rhyme interlaced, Spanish and English, a seamless embrace, Numbers go up, but the style stay raw, Crowd go insane when they hear that drawl. Flex bilingual, cadence insane, Heat in the chest, fuego in the vein, Golden flow ridin', shine in the dark, Club ignited, we leavin' a mark. Golden flow, mami shine so bright, Drip en mi cuello, diamonds in the night, Besos con fuego, rum with the ice, From the block to Tulum, we live the life. Golden… flow… Diamonds glow, the rhythm grow… Golden… flow… Forever worldwide…

Back on the Svalich road, the Triplets find themselves ensnared by a hairy foe with an even hairier scheme. Nyack stays slick, Onyx finds Astrology and Jens rides in style as the Trinyvale X Strahd Crossover Continues!Support us on Patreon! - Patreon.com/NaddpodCREDITSEditing by Brian MurphyProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMUSIC INCLUDES:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" by Emily Axford"Barovian Tango" by Emily Axford"Techgnomek" by Emily Axford"The Tarroka Suite" by Emily Axford"Where is the Manager?" by Emily Axford"The Wolf's Head Jamboree" by Caldwell Tanner (vocals) and Daniel Ramos & Kei Matsuo (Instrumentation)"The Gate" by Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" by Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The whole crew—Farace, Tim, Melo, and Anthony—are in the lineup for Episode 124, and the NFL season can't come soon enough.We start with the blockbuster: Micah Parsons is officially a Packer. Dallas shipped him off for two firsts and Kenny Clark, and Green Bay wasted no time making him the highest-paid non-quarterback in NFL history with a four-year, $188 million deal. The Packers just turned their defense into a problem for the NFC, while the Cowboys are already trying to convince themselves they'll be fine without him.From there it's time to dive into the great QB debate. Each host ranked all 32 starting quarterbacks, from Mahomes down to whoever is left standing in New England, and then we'll hammer out a consensus list. Anthony will bury you in his spreadsheets and numbers, Tim will just vibe his way through it, Melo will pretend half the league belongs to his list of favorite teams, and Farace will make sure no Cowboy sneaks too high.Then it's the NFL triplets. We'll run through the top 10 QB-RB-WR combos heading into the season and argue who really has the best arsenal. Burrow, Chase Brown, and Ja'Marr Chase? Jalen Hurts, Saquon Barkley, and A.J. Brown? Lamar, Derrick Henry, and Zay Flowers? Somebody's getting overrated, and somebody's about to get disrespected.And yes, baseball still exists. With less than 30 games left in the regular season, we'll take a quick spin around the standings, with teams fighting for playoff spots and trying to hang on for October.All of that plus the usual banter, host-on-host jabs, and plenty of reasons for fans to yell at us in the comments. Episode 124 is locked and loaded. #NFL #MLB #PopCulturePros

Podcast with Sheila — Episode 131From Broken to Unstoppable: The Ken Kunken StoryIn this powerful and deeply inspiring episode of PODCAST with SHEILA, we sit down with Ken Kunken — a man whose story defies limits, expectations, and every excuse.At just 20 years old, Ken was a thriving college football player at Cornell University when a tragic accident on the field left him a quadriplegic, paralysed from the shoulders down. What could have been the end of a promising life became the start of an extraordinary journey.Ken returned to Cornell, becoming the first quadriplegic graduate in the university's history, earning multiple graduate degrees, building a remarkable 40-year legal career as an Assistant District Attorney, and dedicating his life to advocacy, public service, and mentoring others with disabilities.Today, Ken is an author, award-winner, father, and inspiration to countless people around the world. In this episode, he shares raw truths about resilience, the power of mindset, and how adversity can unlock our greatest potential.You don't want to miss this conversation. It's not just a story — it's a wake-up call.Key Topics:Overcoming life-altering tragedyDisability advocacy and inclusionResilience and mindset in the face of adversityPurpose-driven livingKen's memoir “I Dream of Things That Never Were”Fatherhood and late-in-life parentingTurning obstacles into opportunitiesListen now and be inspired to rewrite your story.---Connect with us:Subscribe to Podcast with Sheila on your favourite platform, and don't forget to leave a review!Follow us on social media:@PodcastWithSheila---#PodcastWithSheila #KenKunken #DisabilityAdvocate #ResilienceStory #NeverGiveUp #InspiringStories #OvercomingAdversity #LifeAfterTragedy #CornellUniversity #DisabilityAwareness #MotivationalPodcast #PodcastInterview #FatherhoodJourney #Memoir #InspirationForAll #IAmUnstoppable #PodcastCommunity #StoryThatMatters #MindsetMatters

After a restless night full of strange dreams, the Triplets finally depart for the Abbey of St. Markovia! Jens goes fishing, Nyack thinks big, and Onyx wrestles with tradition as the Trinyvale X Strahd Crossover continuesSupport us on Patreon! - Patreon.com/NaddpodCREDITSEditing by Brian MurphyProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMUSIC INCLUDES:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" by Emily Axford"A Memorable Feast" by Emily Axford"Barovian Tango" by Emily Axford"The Tarroka Suite" by Emily Axford"The Gate" by Emily Axford"Selfless" by Emily Axford"Oh Melora!" by Emily Axford"A Hunkle's Plea" by Emily Axford"The Shard" by Emily Axford"Lights Out" by Emily Axford""The Little Moon" by Emily Axford"The Night Lotus" by Emily Axford"Moonsick" by Emily Axford"Where is the Manager?" by Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" by Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In this episode, Elle shares her journey through infertility,PCOS, and a triplet pregnancy after fertility treatment. She talks about the heartbreaking neonatal loss of all three of her children due to pregnancy complications, premature birth, and NICU struggles.

The NFL 2025 Triplets Rankings are here — Bengals, Eagles, Ravens, Lions, and Chiefs headline the list, but did CBS Sports get it right? We break down the best QB-RB-WR/TE groups in the league, plus a look at the Buccaneers and Cowboys in the top 10.Also this week:

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With allies by their side, the Triplets make a final, desperate stand to save the village of Barovia! Jens inspires the townsfolk, Onyx seeks a hidden truth and Nyack gets serious as the Trinyvale X Strahd crossover continues!Subscribe to Us on Patreon! - Patreon.com/NaddPodCREDITSEditing by Brian Murphy and Caldwell TannerProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMusic Includes:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" by Emily Axford“The Gate” by Emily Axford“A Hunkle's Plea” by Emily Axford“Barovian Tango” by Emily Axford“Moonsick” by Emily Axford“A Memorable Feast” by Emily Axford"Strahd" by Emily Axford“Selfless” by Emily Axford"Lights Out" by Emily Axford“The Night Lotus” by Emily Axford“Half Brothers” by Emily Axford“The Little Moon” by Emily Axford"Where is the Manager?" by Emily Axford"The Tarroka Suite" by Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" - Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In this powerful episode of NFL Players: Second Acts, Hall of Fame running back Emmitt Smith sits down with hosts Peanut Tillman and Roman Harper and shares why after his legendary shoulder separation game he said, “If I’m gonna die, let me die in Dallas.” Emmitt opens up about what it meant to be named to the NFL’s All-Time 100 Team—an honor he says holds even more weight than making the Hall of Fame. He reflects on his final two seasons with the Arizona Cardinals and how that chapter helped him find closure and prepare for life beyond the gridiron. But the conversation doesn’t stop at football. Emmitt shares how he built a successful business empire in real estate and construction, leaning on mentors like Roger Staubach and Magic Johnson, and how a chance encounter with Michael Jordan sparked a lasting connection. He also drops wisdom for current players on why investing in themselves now matters most. The NFL Players: Second Acts podcast is a production of the NFL in partnership with iHeart Media.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Triplets come face-to-face with the Master of Ravenloft and his dreaded minions! Onyx switches up her look, Nyack hunts a thief and Jens finds a new home as the Trinyvale X Strahd Crossover continues!Subscribe to NaddPod on Patreon! - Patreon.com/NaddpodCREDITSEditing by Brian Murphy and Caldwell TannerProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMusic Includes:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" by Emily Axford"Where is the Manager?" by Emily Axford“The Gate” by Emily Axford"Strahd" by Emily Axford“Barovian Tango” by Emily Axford"Lights Out" by Emily Axford"The Tarroka Suite" by Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" - Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

The Triplets hit the town to gather supplies for the soft launch of their latest business venture, but take a detour to get their fortunes read! Jens charms the villagers, Nyack tries to charm Bleutooth, and Onyx GETS charmed by some dolls as the Trinvyale X Strahd crossover continues!Subscribe to our Patreon! - Patreon.com/NaddpodCREDITSEditing by Brian MurphyProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMusic Includes:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" by Emily Axford“Oh Melora” by Emily Axford “The Little Moon” by Emily Axford“Barovian Tango” by Emily Axford“The Night Lotus” by Emily Axford“A Memorable Feast” by Emily Axford“Moonsick” by Emily Axford"The Tarroka Suite" by Emily Axford“Selfless” by Emily Axford"Journey of the Three" by Jens Christian Tvilum“The Gate” by Emily Axford“Strahd” by Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" - Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

On the hunt for the Burgomaster's secret recipe, the Triplets delve deeper into the town of Barovia and uncover secrets of another sort entirely! Jens gets a taste of the past, Onyx becomes a BoyMom and Nyack plans the most macabre party possible as the Trinyvale X Strahd collaboration continues!Support Us on Patreon! - Patreon.com/NaddpodCREDITSEditing by Brian Murphy & Caldwell Tanner Production and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMusic / Sound Effects Include:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" - Emily Axford“Selfless” by Emily Axford“Moonsick” by Emily Axford“Journey of the Three” by Jens Christian Tvilum“Barovian Tango” by Emily Axford“The Little Moon” by Emily Axford“Sweeping Up the Shards” by Emily Axford“The Night Lotus” by Emily Axford“The Gate” by Emily Axford“A Memorable Feast” by Emily Axford“Strahd” by Emily Axford“Oh Melora” by Emily Axford “Lights Out” by Emily Axford“The Wisdom of Neddas” by Emily Axford“Obsidian” by Emily Axford“The Shard” by Emily Axford "Trinyvale Closing Theme" - Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Rico has a list of the best NFL "trifectas" - 3 great players hailing from the same university, which the guys try to guess.

The Triplets make their way down the Old Svalich Road and into the cursed Village of Barovia! Jens fights for Small Business, Nyack gets some tongue and Onyx summons the ultimate accessory as the Trinyvale X Strahd Crossover continues!Support us on Patreon! - Patreon.com/NaddpodCREDITSEditing by Brian MurphyProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@schubirds on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMusic / Sound Effects Include:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" - Emily Axford"Welcome to Barovia" - Kei Matsuo & Daniel Ramos"The Night Lotus" - Emily Axford"Barovian Tango" - Emily Axford"Lights Out" - Emily Axford"The Gate" - Emily Axford"Where is the Manager?!?" - Emily Axford"Selfless" - Emily Axford"Strahd" - Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" - Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Welcome back to Trinyvale and BEYOND! After a mysterious fog threatens to ruin their vacation, the Triplets bravely embark up on a quest... to complain to the Manager. Jens finds a new coat, Nyack gets a vacation makeover and Onyx does a digital detox as the Trinyvale X Strahd collaboration officially begins!CREDITSEditing by Brian MurphyProduction and Sound Design by Daniel Ramos (@Schubirds on Twitter & @Dr.Schubird on IG)Logo Design by Chelsea LeCompteMusic / Sound Effects Include:"Trinyvale Opening Theme" - Emily Axford"The Night Lotus" - Emily Axford"Barovian Tango" - Emily Axford"The Gate" - Emily Axford"Where is the Manager?!?" - Emily Axford"The Shard" - Emily Axford"Selfless" - Emily Axford"Oh Melora" - Emily Axford"Strahd" - Emily Axford"Trinyvale Closing Theme" - Emily AxfordSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

What are the chair rules at the pool?? Do you hear your kids or do you just not care? Triplet check in! ASK MY MOM: Do I have to stop seeing my trainer?? Become a Certified Fan! Help support the podcast and get our Thursday show, More Mama's Boy! Adopt An Episode! Want to show us a little extra love? Adopt an Episode and get a personal shoutout in an upcoming show! This episode was adopted by the amazing Marci H. from Atlanta!! Thank you!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices