Podcasts about Trojan

The Turners are back from their vacation in London and sharing all of their adventures, including a stinky situation in an iconic landmark.  Kourtney has her first bout with food poisoning, despite her lifelong diet of fast food.  They also share about their experience at the USC v UCLA game and the argument surrounding Justin's Trojan fandom. Follow Holding Kourt: @holdingkourt Follow Kourt: @court_with_a_K Follow Justin: @redturn2

Europa's got miniature tectonic activity, and a dark matter candidate may real itself through micro-gravitational lensing events. Dr. Audrey Martin joins us to discuss the strange spectra of the Trojan asteroids which have similar characteristics to comet dust tails. Join us for all this, silly particle name trivia, Artemis updates, and more.

Thousands of years ago, the Egyptian princess Scota gave birth to a child who invented the Gaelic language and led his family on a journey through the desert for 440 years. Their descendants would move to Greece and then Spain, before becoming the first humans to finally conquer Ireland from a race of elves called the Tuatha Dé Danann. Meanwhile in Britain, 33 wicked Greek princess each married the Devil and gave birth to 33 terrible giants. Two exiled Trojan princes, Brutus and Corineus, would slaughter these giants and divide the island into two kingdoms called Britain and Cornwall, ruling for thousands of years until the arrival of Julius Caesar. Join Gladio Free Europe this to find out why medieval people believed these stories just as strongly as Americans believe that George Washington chopped down a cherry tree. In this episode, Liam and Russian dig into the phenomenon of legendary ancestors: mythical and often supernatural heroes and villains once thought to be the ancestors of entire kingdoms. We recount a few of the most interesting and far-fetched of these stories and explore what this reveals about how medieval people understood their place in the world. Although nobody talks about figures like Scota and Brutus today, their medieval legends played a huge role in the formation of early modern identities and even have unpleasant echoes in nationalism today. Last, we go over why all of us are more likely to be descended from kings and heroes and mythical snake-women than we might think. Further Listening: E04 Barbarians, E13 Migration and Memory, E36 The Franks --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/gladiofreeeurope/support

"Trojans basketball team bests Southwest Minnesota Christian Madison Beckmann scored 11 of her 14 points in the second half and collected a team-high eight rebounds as the Trojans improved to 1-1 on the season. EDGERTON — Junior guard Newyouman Gora scored 19 points to lead a balanced attack as the " "START AD- #TheMummichogblogOfMalta Amazon Top and Flash Deals(Affiliate Link - You will support our translations if you purchase through the following link) - https://amzn.to/3CqsdJH Compare all the top travel sites in just one search to find the best hotel deals at HotelsCombined - awarded world's best hotel price comparison site. (Affiliate Link - You will support our translations if you purchase through the following link) - https://www.hotelscombined.com/?a_aid=20558 “So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets."""" #Jesus #Catholic. Smooth Radio Malta is Malta's number one digital radio station, playing Your Relaxing Favourites - Smooth provides a ‘clutter free' mix, appealing to a core 35-59 audience offering soft adult contemporary classics. We operate a playlist of popular tracks which is updated on a regular basis. https://smooth.com.mt/listen/ Follow on Telegram: https://t.me/themummichogblogdotcom Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/themummichogblogofmalta Blogspot: https://themummichogblogofmalta.blogspot.com/ END AD" "Worthington High girls basketball team edged Southwest Minnesota Christian 76-71 here Saturday in a non-conference game. MORE TROJANS Basketball on hardwood court floor with spot lighting Southwest Minnesota Christian fights off the Trojan boys basketball team Worthington Trojans returning letter winners (from left) Cristy Banegas, Kenadie Thiner, Hali Bullerman, Olivia Barber, Kelsey Soleta and Addison Gerber. Trojans gym team: New look, same winning spirit hockey New Ulm stops WHS boy, girl skaters: Newman stays tough in net Load More Madison Beckmann scored 11 of her 14 points in the second half and collected a team-high eight rebounds as the Trojans improved to 1-1 on the season. “It was a good hard-fought game by both teams,” said WHS coach Jessica Hogan. “We made some big plays at key times and earned the victory.” Senior forward Ellie Weg scored 14 points and grabbed eight boards for Worthington. Junior guard Pham Gora, the twin sister of Newyouman, had nine assists. Senior forwards Tarren Spart had 13 points and three steals. For Southwest Christian (0-3), senior guard Kinsie Nelson scored 14 points. Makenzie Pap had 13 points and Makenna Moss added 12. ADVERTISEMENT The Eagles, who have played a difficult preseason schedule that includes losses to Pipestone and Luverne, played without injured star guard Ana Veldkamp. Worthington High returns home Monday night at the Trojan gymnasium to take on Spirit Lake. Worthington 41 35 —76 Southwest Minnesota Christian 35 36 — 71 https://www.dglobe.com/sports/prep/trojans-basketball-team-bests-southwest-minnesota-christian "

Встречай новую двадцатку танцевальных хитов в последнем предпраздничном выпуске подкаста Stereo World от DJ Trojan! Ты услышишь крутейшие работы от David Guetta, Afrojack и Tujamo, а также эксклюзивы от DJ Trojan и моего друга Egorov! Всем добра :) Подписывайся на DJ Trojan: * VK: vk.com/dj_trojan_official * Яндекс Музыка: music.yandex.ru/artist/1235327… * Telegram: t.me/dj_trojan * Все ссылки в одном месте: linktr.ee/dj_trojan

USC team reporter Keely Eure and former USC quarterback Cody Kessler are back to preview one of the biggest games in recent Trojan history. Lincoln Riley & Co. are headed to Vegas to take on Utah in a rematch with so much at stake.Be sure to subscribe! Tweet questions or comments to Keely: @keelyismyname or @victorypodusc

Readyforthedraft.com's Gregg Schutze shares his passion for the NFL draft and takes you on a journey leading up to the 2023 NFL Draft. Conference Championship week is here and after this weekend we'll know who will be punching their ticket to the College Football Playoff. Gregg takes a look at the matchups facing each of the top four teams in the CFP rankings. Can Caleb Williams and Co. at USC avenge their only loss against Utah? Expected 1st Round pick Jordan Addison will be healthy for this game and could be a difference maker. Can the Trojan defense stop Dalton Kincaid this time around and will the opportunistic defense get to Cameron Rising and force turnovers? TCU takes on Kansas State in the Big XII Championship after beating them 38-28 in October. Max Duggan could solidfy his bid to be a Heisman finalist with a huge performance, but the Horned Frogs have to deal with the diminutive Deuce Vaughn, which is not a simple task. Purdue is representing the Big 10 West and looks to be overmatched against Michigan. Expect the Wolverines to lean on their dominant O-line. And with the No. 1 Georgia Bulldogs, the one area of concern is the ability to slow down Jayden Daniels on the ground defensively and will Broderick Jones and Co. up frpnt be able to stop BJ Ojulari and Harold Perkins from wreaking havoc in the backfield and getting to Stetson Bennett?

Back with Libra; but first some nonsensical news.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Just as echoes pollute sound, the echoes of our histories pollute our view of the World.I had to fall back on a dedicated group of readers for editor assistance. The faults are mine.(Wednesday Night)Yasmin had a kink I hadn’t really had to deal with before. She liked having sex standing up; anywhere. Sure I had made love in hallways, showers and against a refrigerator once, but Yasmin took this to a whole new level. The most horizontal I got her was fucking her on my bedroom dresser.She was also an aggressive nibbler which is a kind way of saying she bites down hard without breaking the skin. The scars would fade by morning, but I was going to catch Hell from Timothy and Odette later tonight. Our experience was…enhanced by yet another reality I was unaware of. Yasmin’s ex was an ‘intellectual’.In Brazil that must translate as a small penis with limited stamina, but don’t hold me to that. Since the birth of her son and the 'incident’ with her husband, Yasmin hadn’t much 'personal’ time; read: not much finger, or vibrator usage. Yasmin was tight, famished and extra aroused by me kicking Felix’s macho ass an hour earlier.I ushered Yasmin into my place, she was looking smoky yet contained, so I gave her the ten cent tour. When I turned around, her sandals, pants and shirt were off. Silky violet was a good color on her. Yasmin didn’t rush the removal of her final items, using their skimpy allure to draw me in like a striker to the goal.My Brazilian MILF loved being appreciated for every nuanced curve, scent and taste. She let me slip off her bra first then she pulled off my shirt. She didn’t let me get behind her. This allowed her to pace her own aggression. Cáel was along for the ride. This wasn’t fem domination, just a very hungry lady looking for some first-rate sportsmanship.Lucky for me, I was a full service arena with overtime expertise. Every little 'Give and Go’ and 'tackle’ was received, or dodged to keep our game in play. Here I was thinking of swinging a little more upper body workout later tonight. Yasmin’s gymnastics made that redundant. My first insertion was welcomed by her.Yasmin repaid my diligence with lip services, strong hands massaging my back and arms, plus timely input concerning what was good and bad without running over the passion. Yasmin was not at Buffy’s level of competition. Instead she brought her own torrid spirit that was new and exciting.I had no idea how Yasmin’s husband ever found the energy to cheat on her. Yasmin would seek breaks in our activities. The rest of the hour-plus she was either at a vivid simmer, or a full-on blowtorch. Half the time I didn’t even have to direct our intimacy; Yasmin was happy to manage all of the movements using her thighs, stomach muscles and arms to make it a highly memorable performance.As we staggered down from the peak of my climax, a sweaty, panting Yasmin informed me that she was glad she had started doing handstand push-ups once more. For those not in the know, imagine doing a handstand facing a wall. Now push your body up the wall which is occasionally done with your fingertips if you are a true bad-ass…like Yasmin and Timothy.That is another exercise I’m going to have to work on. Jacking-off and squeezing stress balls wasn’t going to cut it anymore.“Ora, ora, meu bombom precioso … muito bom,” Yasmin purred as I put her legs down; I had been holding the back of her knees with my elbows.“I’m the bomb? Sweet!” I sounded as energetic as I was able. My Brazilian Nitro-girl began laughing. “What did the rest of it mean?”“With every orgasm you give me, I’ll give you a word,” she taunted me. I looked at the ceiling.“I’m looking for a downside to that challenge,” I met her gaze. “I can’t see one.”“We’ll see about that when I leave. I have a sitter until 11:00 p.m. so you have good deal of bravado I want you to back-up,” Yasmin looked carnivorously-aroused. We did get around to getting cleaned up then hoofed it to a local Egyptian cuisine eatery. On the way back, I screwed her against a streetlamp with the light burned out.You see a good deal of humor about girls in super-tight pants and all the contortions they go through to get into them. Peeling them out is much, much easier. Maybe it is the inspiration that makes the difference. Best of all, the reactions of people walking around us, or across the street. Overt disgust, ignoring the whole situation, and, my favorite, the running commentary.(First couple)#1 Girl: “Why don’t we ever do that?”#1 Guy: “Do you bend that way?”(Second couple)#2 Girl: “Do you think she’s hotter than me?”#2 Guy: “Let’s go down to the next lamppost and find out.”(Third couple)#3 Guy: “Don’t they have a bed, or are they homeless?” There was no way we were dressed like homeless!#3 Girl: “You have all the romance of a rhino.” Somebody wasn’t getting some tonight.And because we were in a major metropolis,(Fourth couple)#4 Girl (1): “Are you practicing safe sex? If not, I have a condom,” she touched my shoulder.Me: “We are good. I use Durex normally, though I’ll use Trojan too.”#4 Girl (2): “Are you okay, Miss?”Yasmin: (unhappy): “I’m fine. Now either let my man get back to slaking my every lust, or join in.”#4 Girl (2) “Are you serious?” to Yasmin.#4 Girl (1) “Are you okay with this?” she addressed me. “She’s my girlfriend.”A few seconds of grunting, gasping sex ensued.Yasmin: “Yes, I am serious and you two are killing the mood. Mount up, or get off my horsy.”The two ladies looked at one another.#4 Girl (1): “She’s very ho…attractive. What do you say? It is safe sex,” hint, hint.And thus I had a lesbian four-way. The first girl, Evie, was bi- and worked at Planned Parenthood, explaining the condom lore. Girl two, Samantha, was a lesbian, but having a strong sex drive, decided that Yasmin was as luscious as I thought she was. Back at my place, it took Samantha thirty minutes to get used to sharing her bed with a man.By then she decided I wasn’t the enemy, despite my penis and hunger for the female form. Evie and Yasmin had zip inhibitions and let the lesbian and the straight guy work our differences while they basked in each other’s femininity. Yasmin insisted she wasn’t a lesbian, or bi-sexual. She had no sexual hang ups and found American’s confusing because they did.We had wrapped up the first round with Evie giving me a quick blowjob because I had been a good boy and kept my sperm holstered for the entire encounter. Samantha threw on one of Odette’s t-shirts (I didn’t explain) and went to the bathroom. I got washed up; Samantha gave me a dirty look from the toilet then I reminded her I’d just seen her naked.We both exited to the living room and took up spots on the sofa as we waited for our prospective partner. I heard my roommates keys jingle in the lock. He walked in, taking in the now familiar scene of me with a new girl on the sofa.“Timothy Denver!” Samantha squealed when my roommate showed up.“Sammy…what are you doing in my apartment…with him?” Timothy meant me. They (Timothy and Samantha) hugged each other, Timothy lifting her off the ground.“Me and Evie are sharing his girlfriend,” Samantha explained.“Which one?” Timothy put her down. Samantha shot me a semi-hostile look.Yasmin and Evie came out of the bedroom; having found Evie’s clothing. That was their story and I wasn’t going to argue with it.“Hi Timothy!” Evie ran up and hugged him too. Up she went.“Timothy, this is Yasmin,” I made introductions.“The Brazilian Hottie,” Timothy noted.“Yasmin, is Cáel sleeping around you on you?” Samantha inquired.“No. Cáel has sex with far too many other women to cheat on me,” she informed them. Samantha didn’t know what to make of that.“That means she’s aware that I date a lot,” I explained. I would have asked how Samantha, Evie and Timothy knew each other except now all their body art made sense.“Timothy, are you and Cáel…” Samantha asked. Timothy rolled his eyes.“God, I wish,” Timothy sighed dramatically. “The dick on this guy is phenomenal.”“Sammy, I know you would never, ever, ever go that way, but if you did, do it with Cáel here,” Timothy told her. “He is the most sensitive, skilled and empathic lover I’ve ever seen. He’s not at all possessive and totally confident in who he is.” Sammy didn’t look like she was contemplating a gender-preference switch. She was getting between me and Evie.“As long as you understand you, me and Evie,” Sammy warned me.“Sadly, fidelity is not one of my virtues,” I shrugged. “I could lie to you about it. You seem to be Timothy’s friend, so I should treat you better than that.”“You can trust me around Cáel,” Evie insisted.“No, we can’t,” Timothy, Sammy and Yasmin all spoke simultaneously. I wasn’t trustworthy, but at least I was consistently untrustworthy.“Listen to your friends and the woman you barely know,” I met Evie’s gaze. “I know I couldn’t control myself around you and we’d both regret it.”No we wouldn’t. I could see that fire deep in her eyes. We were going to have sex again, just me and she. I was a lowdown dirty dog who gave an incredible dicking and I’d already made an insertion into Evie’s body and mind. Not that it was terribly important to me; she was okay at sex, though not great. My words were for the listening audience. Timothy knew me better.“Cáel,” Timothy stated firmly. “For me, man; don’t fool around with Evie.” I’d lied to roommates all the time. Like the women in my life, I wanted to keep them happy, or happily neutral. That attitude suddenly didn’t work for me.“How?” sort of spilled out. No one expected my plaintive cry for relationship help.“What?” Sammy gulped. Yasmin snickered. She knew the score.“Sammy, Cáel’s nailed a girl who was making a food delivery to us. In around an hour and a half, a waitress he met for a minute and gave his number to, will be here. She moved into his room. They are not a couple,” Timothy tried to explain.“She lives here to hang out with me and bangs Cáel when he doesn’t have anyone else over, yet, I swear on Buddha’s Belly, I’ve never seen him abuse a girl,” Timothy continued. “It is the strangest damn thing I’ve ever seen. He’s stacked them up like jets at LaGuardia.”“He’s a shit-head player,” Sammy glared.“Do you feel used?” Yasmin pointed out. “You don’t because you weren’t. He’s not trying to out-dick your vagina. He’s not out to steal Evie. He is admittedly hormonally unbalanced. That doesn’t make him a bastard. I’m not here looking for a boyfriend and if I was, it would never be Cáel.”“If you can get past the fact he might have sex with your girlfriend from time to time, he’s really a great guy,” Yasmin added. “Cáel is fearless and as long as sex is not involved, completely reliable.” Sammy was clearly not believing any of this, finally turning back to Timothy.“He gives an incredibly good dicking, he’s a dog, and he’s one of my best friends,” Timothy shrugged.I had been 'one of the guys’, a 'buddy’ and 'dude’. I had never been considered a man’s best friend before and I had never heard Timothy toss that term around about anybody. I went up and hugged him.“Dude, you have lousy taste in friends,” I patted his back.“Cáel, I have plenty of friends who wouldn’t abandon me in a fight. You are the only person I know who took an arrow for a little girl you barely knew,” Timothy patted my back. “You don’t find that dedication often. In the past two months we’ve been through more freaky shit than I’ve experience in the past ten years. Faults and all, this has been the best time of my life.”I stepped back until we were at arm’s length.“I take that back. You don’t have lousy taste in friends; you are delusional,” I blinked.“He got shot; took an arrow; for a little girl?” Sammy gulped. “How come this is the first I’m hearing about it?”“That would be the bandage on your leg?” Evie pointed.“I have a dangerous job,” I regarded the new girls. “I test poultry for signs of intelligence. Let’s just say that a sleeper cell got past me and chaos ensued.”“Translation: he can’t talk about it,” Yasmin smirked.“What do you do you really do?” Sammy pressed.“I’m working on a special project. We are taping strobe lights to Garden Gnomes then, using hobby store-bought rockets, my corporation is going to sell them as a Developing World-friendly alternative to the current GPS system,” I looked grim.“Really?” Sammy looked uncertain.“I work for a really sleazy corporation,” I confessed. “There is nothing they wouldn’t do for a buck.”“That’s heartless,” Sammy protested. “Men like that are raping the planet and exploiting the poor.”“Sammy, I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments. I am one of three men in the entire workforce; that is well over 10,000 women; undoubtedly more,” I smirked. “If it is any consolation, I am treated as little more than a pin-up model by my co-workers.”“Oh wow,” Evie snickered. “Were you hired for your looks?”“Hardly,” I declared with authority. “I majored in Business with a minor in Philosophy from Bolingbrook College in New Hampshire, an institute of higher learning renowned for its 70% female student population and nothing else. Still, I am working for a Fortune 500 company at a job I am totally unqualified for, earning an unheard of starting salary and constantly required to work shirtless, or naked.”“Personally, I think it was my creative writing skills that won them over,” I nodded sagely.“You are a jerk,” Timothy snorted. “I hate it when you tell the truth and make it sound unbelievable. It is a skill I’ve never seen wielding so cuttingly.” No one said anything for a few seconds.“It is really annoying that no one believes I earned my position because I’m actually intelligent and hard-working,” I grumbled.“Welcome to the world of a Carnival dancer,” Yasmin laughed.“I was going 'a blond bimbo’,” Sammy agreed, “but that works too.” That broke down the social ice. Letting yourself soak up a bit of ridicule can pay huge dividends. I was going to be back in bed with every single woman in the room; even the lesbian, though I’d be sharing a girl with her, wait and see.For some reason, Sammy remained convinced I was an asshole, so she dared me to kiss Timothy. I shrugged, Timothy shrugged, so we kissed. Seriously, I have no clue what I WON’T do for sex. When Timothy slipped me some tongue I nutted him. As he doubled over, I told him I wasn’t the kind of guy who went beyond second base on the first date.The group informed me that second base was touching my cock…whoops. Then Evie reminded me that I had sex with her within fifteen minutes of our initial meeting. I replied I hadn’t had anal sex with her yet, but if that was the case, I was sure Timothy would be a good sport about it all. Timothy had finally gotten back to his feet. Again, he nodded.This time he snatched me up, bench pressed me over his head (man, we need to re-spackle the ceiling) and bounced me off the sofa. Timothy is really strong too. I hit the floor, face down, but with my knees and palms catching my weight. I quickly summersaulted and regained my footing. I trusted Timothy. Still, talking about anal sex with a big, buff gay man then assuming the doggy-style position…let’s not tempt fate.My antics earned me another round of sex. After Evie exploded (figuratively) all over the place with her…third orgasm, I looked over Yasmin’s shoulder to Sammy, who was sexing up my Brazilian from the other side.“I have totally and completely re-evaluated having a lesbian in bed with me, Sammy,” I testified. “You rock!”Sammy shot me a look, realized I was expounding true praise and picked up her ravishing of Yasmin. After we demolished Yasmin, Sammy mounted me. My cock was on my belly with her soaked pussy pressing on it. She wanted a 'test drive’ more than anything else; the experience of feeling the differences between the masculine and feminine skeletal and muscular textures and nuances.“Can I touch your breasts?” I requested. Sammy thought it over, eventually giving me an 'okay’ look. She had those nice, banana-cone shaped breasts with huge areolas and sizable nipples. I started off by lifting and weighing each teat, taking it nice and leisurely. Sammy decided I was doing a passable job so she stopped studying me and got into the sensation of the moment.That little gasp cued me in that I had earned the right to move a little farther. Her nipples were already engaged. A half-dozen grazing passes and they were definitely joyous. Lesbians, bi-sexual and straight women all have the same physiology, yet different visually, audibly, and olfactory stimuli were specific arousal cues.Most lesbians didn’t like Old Spice, The Firemen of New York calendars and Enrique Iglesias. At the very least they aren’t throwing their panties at Enrique. Touch and taste tend to be unisex. Baring you having big, calloused man-paws, fingers are fingers and hands are hands. Taste is taste and more individual specific than gender-related.Sorry ladies, your sweat can stink as much as a men’s does. It is more a matter of diet. Both sexes should clean up 'down there’. It is common sexual courtesy, so use it. When I can, I use a subtle cologne though I’ve used women’s Secret deodorant on rare occasions. It earned me curious looks every time, but it never stopped them.Sammy was already taking quick gulps of air when her worried eyes looked down at me again. She wanted to tell me to stop. She was caught in a double bind; she was getting gratification and the only reason to refuse it was because I was a man; a man she had allowed to touch her. That would make her either sexist, or a bigot.Never ignore the allure of the female orgasm. Add to that, never ignore the power of friendship. As Sammy struggled to master her 'lesbian outrage’, Evie sneaked behind her, wiggling two fingers past my nut-sack, along my cock and into Sammy’s pussy from behind.“Evie,” Sammy moaned in protest.“Sammy-love, he’s not trying to fuck you,” Evie murmured to her companion. “You are liking what he’s doing and you know you have dynamite nipples. Let him have a sample.” To me, “She likes a whole lot of suction and a tiny bit of teeth.” Sammy attempted some kind of protest. Yasmin stroking Sammy’s upper thigh, hip and stomach breached the dam of her inhibitions.So, I had a lesbian lowering her body toward mine. First her palms rested on my shoulders. Sammy’s body flowed up mine until her elbows replaced her hands and her tits were now accessible. As advised, I applied a wet vacuum seal to her right areola and nipple. I twirled my tongue around her savory flesh, bringing Sammy to the point she embraced her tantric titillation.“You should have longer hair,” she purred as she ran one hand through my locks. “I don’t normally go for butch girls.” You guys go be indignant if you wish. These were some sweet teats I was indulging in and I had zero regrets about 'girling-up’ for a lesbian. Sammy finally climbed to the mountaintop of her orgasmic quest and howled out her victory.She cascade down on me, my lower stomach syrupy with her juices and her bosom muzzling my face. Yasmin went to her knees, leaned over Sammy’s prostrate form and began seriously making out with Evie. I lived in a vortex of unexpected pleasure and fulfillment. I had taken part in making a lesbian sexually complete.“You are the best guy I’ve ever been with,” Sammy murmured.“He’s the only guy you’ve ever been with,” Evie teased.“Fine. He’s still the best. Cáel, have you ever thought about becoming a post-op transsexual?” Sammy giggled.“No!” Yasmin protested. “That’s where I draw the line. Cáel keeps his tender bits.”“Mmmhphmfsmmm,” I added my voice against that proposal. To punish Sammy for even bringing that up, I latched onto a breast like a starving lamprey and went to town. Damn right that put her in her place. Fifteen minute later, she finally let me come up for air.Ten minutes after that, we stumbled out of the apartment. I was going to see Yasmin safely home; she snickered then, seeing my hurt feelings, told me I was very brave and could take her home. Evie and Sammy lived close by. They had known Timothy from his days working at an ink place in Queens, but had lost touch when he opened his own place on the East Side.They promised to stay in touch. Sometimes I don’t even have to try. Maybe that’s why Timothy got so pissy with me at times. As for Yasmin and me, I fucked her in the hallway right outside her domicile because she still had twenty minutes left on her babysitter and there was a convenient vertical surface. We both went home with smiles on our faces.I met up with Odette walking up to my; now our; place. She wanted all the juicy details, helped me change our sheets, promised to do our laundry tomorrow morning and then we had sex. I was set up on my feet, shins and knees, Odette facing away from me and grinding her lush tight end on my rod when the door opened and Timothy Nerf-shot me…cause I definitely deserved it.(Thursday)Thursday was good. I inspected artificial wood products for artificial termites. Actually, I started out with Constanza; really Naomi and her Merry Band now; and learned how to actually fire a personal defense weapon. No more 'spray and pray’ for me. They told me they had a special surprise for me on Friday. Color me concerned.According to Medical, I was a lousy lab monkey. Then Katrina informed me it was Brian’s turn today to get poked, prodded and forced to cough up millions of little Brian-lettes for Havenstone’s perverse pleasures. I e-mailed Brian my best wishes. I was seriously starting to question those 'so-called’ medical experts ethical integrity.I worked with Buffy, teamed up with the Daphne/Desiree combo. Why? Because there was an emergency board meeting on Friday. I wasn’t told this, but Daphne and I figured it out. To put some extra butter on my hell-bound soul, an agent of Rhada’s gave me a private note informing me she wanted to talk.Keeping to Amazon Princess Rape Fantasy Bondage protocols, I ate the message before Buffy could pry it from my hands. Bad enough was all these crazy females trying to kill me, I also had to keep track of which ones hated the other ones. It reminded me of dating sorority sisters, except this time out, I could never leave the sorority house and they almost never went to classes.Oh, and they are all related to Jason Voorhees (that’s the maniac from the Friday the 13th movies for those who had lived constructive lives) and we were adjacent to an Ace Hardware store. Plus I had a date with Libra and I was dedicated to 'tapping that ass’ at least once more before I died. And, there was more!Deena, the swimming, 'fingers in her pussy’ buddy dropped me a line telling me she was 'expecting’ me this afternoon. There was no way I could swing that, despite her request that could be only construed as an order. I simply didn’t have the time. I e-mailed her back, pleading for her to be in a bikini with several suggested sites for her to visit.Before my designated knife training, I had a fucked-up brainstorm about what to do with Rhada. I wrote a letter in Old Kingdom Hittite, sealed it in wax with the imprint of the symbol 'Lowest’ on it, representing me, though Rhada’s submissive side could easily misinterpret that. To get it to her, I went to the only one who could meet her face to face who I could trust.Katrina? Laughable. She could do it but she wouldn’t touch this disaster with a three meter pole made out of male vertebrae. The only other person who met all the criteria; Oneida. Yes, I was a fucktard, fuck-nut and a waste of human potential.“Oneida, I need a favor,” I asked the moment I hunted her down in Acquisitions.“Of course,” her eyes lit up, her lips moistened and breathe quickened. She wasn’t wanting a quick tussle in a side room. The chick wanted to be held closely while I whispered love poetry into her ear for her to hear alone. I was letting her down abysmally.“I need this message hand delivered to Rhada,” I pressed the missive into her hands.She didn’t know how to wrap her mind around that. Rhada? She knew we had fought, but what contact had we shared since then? She made the sane 'girl-logic’ assumption.“Cáel, are you in trouble,” she worried. Oh, I wish it was only trouble.“Not that you can help me with. If you can’t do this, I’ll find another way,” I sighed.Yes, I was playing her. Oneida would run over hot coals for me.“No, no; I’ll do it…why? Why Rhada?” Oneida pleaded.“I can’t say and you cannot look at the message. It is critical that she, and she alone sees this,” I impressed on her the importance of saving my life without saying 'please save my life’.By asking her to not look at the message, I increased the odds she’d look. I had no choice. If I didn’t say anything about it, she’d make an excuse to look and tell herself that I hadn’t forbidden her to look. Add to that, she was my racial superior. In her case, this meant she had to look out for my best interest. Oneida nodded and watched me leave.Training with Pamela was hands on this day. I had a wooden blade with a lead core to give me a better feel for the proper weight. Pamela had a meter long wooden rod. She had a miraculous ability to move her baton in a blur yet not hurt my fingers, hand, or wrist. It was very instructional. I was practicing stabbing and a bit of slashing.I left with a sense I’d added something useful to my repertoire. I wasn’t calling out Elsa anytime soon; heck, I wasn’t calling out Europa, Aya’s 13 year old sister either. As we were cleaning up, Pamela noticed my uncertainty.“What is it?” she asked.“Oh, it is that you’ve resisted the urge to cause me pain,” I mused. “Normally, I find Amazons to be very harsh.”“That is certainly a common training style here,” Pamela nodded. “I chose showing a student how to do things right as opposed to reminding the student what they did wrong.”“Good enough. Thanks for treating me like I matter,” I grinned.“What makes you think that?” Pamela and I started to leave the little dojo. Note, she didn’t say 'assume’.“Trust me, I’m a sperm donor with sex appeal to virtually every other screwy dame in this place,” I smirked.“I know the difference between what I see in their eyes and yours,” I winked.“Ash Man,” Pamela remarked. She zinged me, alright. “My granddaughters talk of you and not in a way I would expect Amazon women to talk about a male.”“That and an Egg McMuffin…” I shrugged.“Means you won’t die hungry,” Pamela shrugged along with me. “This is why I volunteered to teach you; you deserve every chance to go out unconquered.”“Do you think I have a chance; of that?” I questioned.“Not really. I didn’t think I would ever be talking to a man in my native language again either, so who knows,” she added.“Do you think I’m an Ash Man?” I wondered. Male; OKH; again?“I haven’t a clue what one is,” she rolled her shoulders. “I am neither my House Leader, nor its Keeper of Records.”“Oh…what are you then?” I asked. The response she gave didn’t make sense.“Cliff-walker? I don’t know…” I furrowed my brow.“I am past my useful life yet refuse to take myself to the cliffs,” Pamela told me. “I have unfinished business to attend to in this World.”“What is that; if that isn’t too rude?” I inquired.“A dead man spoke to me. He told me I would never find my way to the halls of my ancestors until I replaced a life for a life,” she related.“That’s; umm; odd,” I suggested.“Cáel, I severed his throat to the spine. Even had he somehow been alive, he could not have spoken. Then there is the matter of speaking the Amazon tongue,” Pamela continued.“Did he tell you anything else?” I played along.“No.”“How will you know what life you should save; to replace a life for a life?” I searched her out.“He had the most unforgettable emerald green eyes,” she filled me in. Just like my eyes.We had stepped into the elevator when she told me that. There were five other Amazons with us. I didn’t know any of them. I reached out and put my hand on Pamela’s stomach.“Whatever happens to me, and I don’t want you to die, or anything; I want you to know you’ve done what needed to be done,” I assured her.Pamela’s laugh was so loud, deep and resounding, I was stunned that it came from such a thin frame.“That, my friend, is what being an Amazon is all about,” Pamela slapped my back. What she said was wrong in so many ways and the Amazons around us knew it.I wasn’t an Amazon and equating me to one of them was insulting to their feminine martial ardor. Also, no Amazon had ever called me a friend and meant it in a non-sexual manner. Things were getting uncomfortable.“Matron,” one of the Amazons spoke up, “are you feeling well?”That was a polite way of saying 'have you lost your mind?’“Do you know why there are twenty 'First’ Houses?” Pamela addressed me and ignored the others.“Not really. It wasn’t in the Havenstone Handbook,” I tried to sound innocently curious.“The first Amazon to escape capture came back for the rest,” Pamela related. “She was free and if she was recaptured she would have certainly been raped again and most likely killed. She came back because no risk is too great for one’s family. Like the first of the Unconquered, you risk everything for the spiritual and physical safety of your sisters.”“He is not one of us!” a different Amazon insisted.“How bizarre that none of these crazy bitches can see it,” Pamela smiled.“Who are you again?” I gave Pamela a worried look.“A discarded heroine, Cáel,” Pamela answered. “I am an embarrassment, an anachronism and an arrogant warrior humbled.”Clearly this was part of Havenstone’s history I wasn’t supposed to be privileged to hear.“You don’t date much, do you?” I changed things up. Pamela snorted. “This whole scarred scholar-warrior with a tragic past works better with your moping, 19th century literature-reading college types. Cavemen like me prefer slinky clothing and feigned idiocy.”“I’ll keep that in mind,” Pamela snickered. By the bug-eyed expression of our fellow travelers, Pamela was indeed some kind of heroic figure. She held no position, but her status was undeniable. “How about this: I will forgo taking myself to the cliffs until you give me my first great-granddaughter.”“As long as we agree that I’m never going without a condom for the next five years,” I counter-offered. “By the way, which two am I going to be surreptitiously avoiding?”“Brielle and Daphne,” Pamela appeared amused with my expression.“Holy crap!” I exclaimed. “I really like those two. This is going to be tougher keeping you alive than I thought.”“How many more days?” Pamela teased.“67,” I groaned as we stepped out onto the Executive Services floor. Technically, I had an hour left of my work-day.“Look on the bright side, our first great-grandchild could be a Son,” Pamela joked.Pamela clearly enjoyed 'freaking out’ the Normals; the normal Amazon population that is.“That would truly suck,” I remarked. “You ladies have zero experience with male names and no boy of mine is going to be named Shirley. Picking the baby boy names is going to be all on me.”“How about Augustus?” Pamela suggested. I looked stunned.Buffy, having heard my voice, hopped up from her station and came blazing my way. I hadn’t done a damn thing wrong yet she was angry with me. She didn’t know Pamela and I hoped to hell I wasn’t hitting on…okay, Pamela was a bit odd-looking. I’d still do her.“Cáel,” Buffy snapped. “What is going on? Don’t you have a job to do; with me?”“Buffy, this is Pamela. She’s my knife instructor,” I said. “Pamela, this is Buffy DuBois, my (dead word spoken).” Literally in Old Kingdom Hittite that meant 'mountaintop’. Pamela clearly got the implication. Buffy’s fury about me slipping into OKH was mitigated by Pamela’s appraising look.“Okay,” Buffy grumbled. “What was that?”“Pinnacle, peak, highest point, mountaintop,” Pamela answered for me. “I would wager it is a term of endearment and praise, but feel free to be offended despite him using the word for my benefit as opposed to yours. He might have incorrectly thought you knew how much he cared for you.”Verbal beat down!“Who are you, anyway?” Buffy struggled to be polite.“Pamela Pile,” my instructor stated. “I am not employed by Havenstone anymore.”“That’s not…possible…” Buffy questioned.“She is Brielle’s and Daphne’s Grandmother, Buffy,” I explained.“That’s nice,” Buffy was less than impressed.“Cáel, take care. Buffy, I know nothing of men, but I know camaraderie and I know you can throw that away as quickly as you earned it,” Pamela gave an even stare.“By the way, Pamela, you clearly have never been a kid on a playground,” I joked. Buffy was irritated while Pamela was amused. “With a name like Augustus, he’s either going to toughen up really fast, or get flattened. Trust me. My name was Cáel aka Cabbage Head all through elementary school.”“What did they call you in…middle school? It is middle school, correct?” Pamela inquired.“Yes; middle school. By 6th grade, I was firmly a 'nobody’,” I enlightened her. “Hell, my teachers could barely recall who I was. I stayed that way until I graduated high school.”“I had asthma as a child,” Pamela related. “I barely made it through my 12th year.”“What did you do when you…is the term 'casted’, or 'choosing a caste?” I posed.“It varies. Sometimes we choose and sometimes the caste chooses us,” Pamela answered. “I ended up here, in what is now known as Executive Services.”“Great,” I grinned. “I bet you were enticed by our intensive training in marshmallow juggling. Am I right?”“Not really,” Pamela grew serious. “I came here so I could build obstacle courses for kittens. It is an unappreciated melding of animal conditioning and engineering.” I was really liking Pamela. She was like a kindred spirit in this madhouse.“Speaking of 'animal conditioning’, Cáel, we need to get to work,” Buffy huffed and off I went.We finished up, had our after-work meeting and began to head-out for the day.“Daphne, I met your grandmother; nice lady,” I told my 'new hire’ buddy.“Really, what was she doing here?” Daphne smiled affectionately. I need to wear a dead rat around my neck; the deader the better.“She is teaching me how to knife fight,” I told her. Her not knowing that was odd.“Oh…I didn’t know she did that,” Daphne frowned.“She worked in Executive Services,” I said. That appeared news to Daphne as well. “I thought that was why you joined.”“Katrina,” Daphne looked to our boss, “was my grandmother in the (dead word spoken) service?” That word roughly meant 'darkness of night’ in OKH, but like so many things in a 'dead’ language, interpretation could be sketchy.“She was before my time,” Katrina nodded. “I do recall her legacy though.”“What did she do? Normally I wouldn’t care, except Pamela is a laugh riot,” I smirked.“She was the most lethal Amazon assassin of the 20th century,” Katrina stated deadpan.“Grans?” Daphne gasped. “She’s always been so odd; I mean nice.”“What happened to her?” I muttered.“I don’t know,” Katrina mused. “She came back from her last mission then took herself to the cliffs. A few weeks later she returned with no explanation for that either.”“Well crap,” I groaned. “She’s never going to forgive me for that 'wet willy’ (getting a fingertip slick with your saliva then sticking it in an opponent’s ear). I’m a goner.”Daphne play-punched me. We all heard the subsonic rumbling from the door. According to Buffy, she was the only one allowed to cause me physical discomfort and resented Daphne horning in on 'her turf’. Buffy had a new weapon in her arsenal this afternoon.“Your (dead word spoken) wants you to come here,” Buffy snapped.Even Katrina looked at her in some confusion.“I was told that was a good thing,” Buffy sizzled.“It most likely interpreted as 'most prized’, or 'most esteemed’,” Tigger translated. “Precisely it means 'mountaintop’.” Buffy stuck out her chin proudly.“Cáel, I believe I made my desire clear,” she commanded.“No can do McGiggles Sissy-pants,” I grimaced, “I have a date tonight that precludes me from me being overly bruised; again.” I was heading for the door, leading the 'new hires’ out of Katrina’s office.“I know you like laugh at death, Cáel,” Dora snickered, “but I’m not sure the rictus of death counts.”“I’ve got that covered, Dora,” I actually brushed up against Buffy. “I’m having a laugh track installed in my urn.”“Who says they’ll ever find your body?” Buffy moved rapidly at my side.“Whoa…cannibalism. Where I come from, normally the guy eats the girl,” I joked. “With you, Buffy, I’m never quite certain of our gender roles. I’m still terrified of letting you snuggle up from behind.”“I hate you,” Buffy growled. She wasn’t upset. Her eyes were dancing with laughter.“What are you going to do when he is relocated?” Fabiola murdered the mood.“Blame you,” Buffy glared at Fabiola.“I’m so scared,” Fabiola mocked Buffy.“Fabiola, don’t be like that,” I moped. “You have such full, plump lips that clearly know how to take hold of a problem and work it through. Your thighs are the product of diligent effort on your part and I’m sure that when you grapple with an opponent, no one can break that fearful hold.”“I’m sure anything your hands touch, you don’t release until you’ve milked every ounce of life out of your target. You are truly a complete woman,” I concluded. The elevator doors opened and we flooded out. Oneida was waiting for me. Buffy began laughing so hard she couldn’t keep up.“What is it?” Oneida looked to Buffy.“That is the most obtuse description of fellatio, fucking and a hand job I’ve ever heard,” Buffy wheezed. “Fabiola, he called you a whore and you can never prove it.” Okay, I didn’t call her a whore; money was never mentioned. Oneida looked distressed.“Oneida, Fabiola insinuated that Cáel would be relocated soon,” Daphne came to the rescue. I still had something to take care of.“I knew I forgot something,” I realized. “Buffy, can you hold my jacket?” I handed it to her. She examined it then dropped it to the ground. I shrugged then kept stripping.“Cáel?” Oneida worried.“I don’t have my biking clothes on,” I pointed out. “We can’t go biking unless I’m dressed in my biking clothes.” Was Oneida still upset about me stripping in public? No. She was about to spend time with me because she mistakenly perceived me to be a good guy.My bike trip with Oneida to a neutral halfway point proved that while Oneida was in good shape, she wasn’t a cyclist. Cycling emphasized an unusual muscle sequence, so if you don’t cycle much, it shows. I stuck close to her. Not only did it endear me to Oneida, it kept our two shadows at a safe distance so they didn’t impinge on their princess’s joyful mood.I sent Oneida on her way, got home and immediately started making adjustments to my night’s plans. First I had to deal with Libra. I got into an argument with her. I insisted she should wear only jeans, a t-shirt with no bra, and comfortable shoes. Libra was furious. She wanted to go clubbing and look hot; preferably enticing some guys to make me jealous.She certainly wasn’t going to come giftwrapped for an easy screw. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She didn’t like that I was that kind of guy. I insisted that I was the kind of guy who was fascinated with her. I was also happy that Brooke had gotten us back together; you know Brooke, the girl I had fucked to help her get over Felix then refused to sleep with so I could be with Libra.I was blistered and lambasted. I also got my way. I also got to see Libra embrace the ogling her attire earned her in my working class neighborhood as we walked around and talked.“Everyone is staring at my breasts,” Libra whispered to me after a bit. She wanted to make me think she was unhappy while her nipples were excited and she was relishing the turning heads. Brooke was better looking, in my opinion, but Libra was definitely a girl who shouldn’t walk around without a bra. Her breast are really shapely, large and firm, possibly her best attribute.We were hanging around an authentic Italian pizza joint, Libra against the wall, face to face with me. Without warning, I slipped my hand down, popped her jeans button open and unzipped her pants.“Cáel!” she hissed. Yum, Libra had gone panty-less as well. “Cáel,” she repeated.Libra tried to stop my fingers from exploring. She was hampered by her desire to not make a scene while I was insistent. Nice sexy jeans are not only nice and sexy, they hug the hips. This meant I could peel the front of her pants open and work two fingers past her pubic hair to her puffy lips.“Stop,” she whimpered. I didn’t. I slipped a finger between her labia and she was moist and steamy. I wiggled a finger inside with no effort.“No one will see us,” I murmured into Libra’s ear. I wiggled my finger in deeper.“You are horrible,” she moaned quietly. Her hands started out on my shoulders.A few seconds later, she migrated her arms down. I wasn’t positive where she was going with that until she hooked her thumbs into her pants and slid them farther down.“Get it over with,” she mumbled. She followed that up with tender kisses to my neck. Her moving her pants down allowed me to move a second finger in.All of that was a prelude. With my two slick fingers, I searched up for her clitoris. She (a clit is definitely a 'she’) was hungering for my contact and offered up her tenderness to my attention. Libra’s hand began clawing my abdomen through my shirt. Her nasal breathing was becoming ragged, so I eased off on the tempo my stimulation. I wasn’t going to bring Libra to an embarrassing public display of sexual release.It took her a few seconds to figure out I wasn’t teasing her, but shielding her from an uncontrolled release.“You are mean,” her eyes blazed with lust as I sucked my fingers clean of her vaginal secretions.“Kiss me, or I swear to God I’m going to take you on one of these tables,” I referred to the small tables the pizza parlor had for diners. Now Libra looked sultry and in charge. She rubbed her hips against my erection, appeared to contemplate her options and deigned to give me a kiss. It was barely a French kiss. Just enough to remind me I had taken advantage of her person and was being punished with pleasure.The box with the pizza slices barely made the toss to the sofa as Libra and I grappled with one another, yanking off our clothes and staggered to my bedroom.“You are going to fuck me so good for all the hell you’ve put me through,” Libra erotically demanded. Ma'am, yes Ma'am. Prepared to do my duty, Ma'am.I decided to do something new for Libra. Trust me, you develop a sense for what sexual deviancies your sex partner has broached. This helps you figure out what they’d like to explore. That leads you to worrying about your partner’s sexual history, but is a story for another time.“Hey!” Libra squawked as I handcuffed her left wrist. I wasn’t done. With her right wrist beside her left, I looped the chain around a bar in the headboard and snared her other limb.“Motherfu…” she got out before I smothered her with a lip-lock. She put her teeth on my tongue then decided not to chew it off. I broke off the kiss.“Now you are going to do whatever I want you to,” I gloated. “Scream, the cops come and you end up splashed all over the society page.” Most likely a lie.“I’ll never,” she snarled as I rammed my dick in to the hilt. “Ah…you bastard,” she grunted. Now I picked up my pace. Except having her hands bound, Libra was clearly getting into it. Right before climax, I eased off. Libra whined piteously.“Not yet,” I murmured. When I repositioned her in doggy-style, my cock got back to work.This time, I alternated seriously deep cock-thrusts (not pounding) with spanking. Libra went wild; one of her most intense orgasms yet. Libra should have realized two things: my neighbors knew by now and the screams my bedmates generated, and Libra herself was truly an Angelic choir of erotic gratitude.“That; that; that was intense,” Libra gasped. She was all sweat and electric; tired yet begging for more.“It gets better,” I promised her as I freed her up. Given two minutes to rebound, I rolled over onto my back at her side. The cuffs were handed over and I placed my hands over my head. Libra’s countenance was an explosion of thermal desire and numerous unanticipated opportunities. She straddled me, strung me up then…left. Huh?Libra didn’t go far. She noticed my 'goodie’ box which I had left nonchalantly available when we first tumbled in. What she pulled out didn’t make me jump for joy; an ostrich feather, lube and a body wand (imagine a small mace, except the head is actually a vibrating ball).“So, you’ve done this before?” I questioned.“There is a ball-gag in there. Shut-up, behave, or I’ll put it on you,” Libra gave me a saucy threat. I nodded. Libra settled in beside me, worked the wand controls then rolled it along my stomach. “To answer your question; no, I’ve never used anything like this before, but I’ve wanted to. Now I have a delectable, helpless male with tons of stamina laid out before me.”“This is going to be so much fun,” she squealed with delight. “Maybe I should call Brooke?” She wasn’t soliciting my opinion, just thinking aloud. She called Brooke who begged Libra for the chance to come over and help out. Libra promised Brooke could 'next time’. After that came the feather tickles, lubing up my cock, a hand job and finally using the wand on my cockhead until she shattered my resolve and I ejaculated.Libra licked all my creamy cum up, keeping eye contact through most of the process. For thirty seconds she left me with the sneaking suspicion she was going for round two. She freed me, gave me a good series of kisses then dropped down to bring my penis back to attention. That accomplish, Libra rolled my condom on, mounted me and slowly squirmed down my rod while mesmerizing me with her eyes.“Oh,” she purred, “you are so, so bad.” I sat up so that I was eye-level with her chin. Libra laid her forearms languidly over my shoulders, while mine deftly cupped each buttocks.“Does this mean you are breaking up with me?” I gave her my best puppy dog eyes. Libra made that squichy-angry play face. I was teasing and she knew I was teasing.“Do I have to hand-cuff you again?” Libra snickered. I slipped my right hand farther back and down. Using the liberal amount of lube Libra had lavished on my penis, I slicked up my forefinger and picked her sphincter. Libra gave a quick intake of breath.“For the sake of your backside, that might be wise,” I teased right back. Libra pouted.“Are going to ream my poor, abused Henie?” she moped deceptively. Rule One plus the addendum; make the girl happy. If you make the girl happy, she’ll figure out what makes you happy and do it for you. I lifted Libra up until my cock flopped out of her. It didn’t take her two seconds. Her hand found my cock, pointed it up and steered it into her butthole with zero need for encouragement.“I can’t believe you are making me do this,” she groaned as her sphincter parted and my glans slipped in. I wasn’t rushing things. I certainly wasn’t coercing Lira in anyway either. She certainly relished my upper body strength that allowed me to match her pace in penetrating her. Once Libra was fully impaled, I rocked us over so that she lay on her back with her knees touching her breasts.A casual, relaxed screw followed. Yes, I could have pounded Libra and she would have loved it, except she was here for more than a series of orgasms. She wanted some kind of confirmation there was an 'us’. She hadn’t wanted a relationship when we first met, or even after our first fuck. I was a hook-up; nothing more.The post-Felix episode with Brooke had changed that. I was far from acceptable, but more than a random fuck. Our status had become an enigma to her thus my approach with the soft anal fuck. I could certainly be a late night booty call, salvaging a bad night and making it good. This was a 'take him out for a weekend as a friend’ change of events.I was still not in the clubhouse. Thirty minutes in bedroom while 'changing to go down to the pool with her other friends’ they’d all know why she’d brought me along. Had Libra forgotten I was a Pound Puppy of the worst sort? Yes, but I felt no desire to remind her. We’d revisit the issue during that first weekend; guaranteed.Libra kept up a quiet bit of banter for a few minutes. Her words were meaningless. Her tonal quality was what I was paying attention to. I kept up a conversation which I would never recall. It is an art form; coherent babbling. My partner’s words faded away into groans and grunts.“Ready?” I rumbled my hunger for her wantonness. Libra nodded once, hesitated then nodded several times vigorously with a lewd curl to her lips.I hammered Libra with powerful thrusts. She was pushed up and over until her weight was on her shoulders and I as looking down into her impassioned face as I drove home. Her fingernails were drawing blood tracks over my flesh. I’ve heard of a 'backdraft’ before; never in a sexual context though.Libra’s whole body seemed to coils up internally. There was this moment of complete quiet and then Libra exploded in song. God, I thought her rectal muscles would twist my cock off, she was so energetic. Her vocal symphony went on, and on, and on. I was afraid I’d broken the girl. It got so bad, Timothy snuck a look in, gave me a 'what the fuck?’ expression then left.Oh yeah; somewhere toward the end of the process, I came. I was that entranced with the entire experience. Libra fell lifeless beneath me, trembling and emitting soundless mutterings. She was unconscious. This wasn’t my first time having this effect, but it doesn’t happen so often I can’t totally recall each incident.I pulled out of Libra, disposed of my 'business’ then placed my body beside hers, stroking her right cheek and ear, brushing her hair off her face.“You are pretty,” Libra gave me a sleepy smile. I’d stun-fucked her alright.“You’ve devastated me,” I c

Back with Libra; but first some nonsensical news.By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Just as echoes pollute sound, the echoes of our histories pollute our view of the World.I had to fall back on a dedicated group of readers for editor assistance. The faults are mine.(Wednesday Night)Yasmin had a kink I hadn’t really had to deal with before. She liked having sex standing up; anywhere. Sure I had made love in hallways, showers and against a refrigerator once, but Yasmin took this to a whole new level. The most horizontal I got her was fucking her on my bedroom dresser.She was also an aggressive nibbler which is a kind way of saying she bites down hard without breaking the skin. The scars would fade by morning, but I was going to catch Hell from Timothy and Odette later tonight. Our experience was…enhanced by yet another reality I was unaware of. Yasmin’s ex was an ‘intellectual’.In Brazil that must translate as a small penis with limited stamina, but don’t hold me to that. Since the birth of her son and the 'incident’ with her husband, Yasmin hadn’t much 'personal’ time; read: not much finger, or vibrator usage. Yasmin was tight, famished and extra aroused by me kicking Felix’s macho ass an hour earlier.I ushered Yasmin into my place, she was looking smoky yet contained, so I gave her the ten cent tour. When I turned around, her sandals, pants and shirt were off. Silky violet was a good color on her. Yasmin didn’t rush the removal of her final items, using their skimpy allure to draw me in like a striker to the goal.My Brazilian MILF loved being appreciated for every nuanced curve, scent and taste. She let me slip off her bra first then she pulled off my shirt. She didn’t let me get behind her. This allowed her to pace her own aggression. Cáel was along for the ride. This wasn’t fem domination, just a very hungry lady looking for some first-rate sportsmanship.Lucky for me, I was a full service arena with overtime expertise. Every little 'Give and Go’ and 'tackle’ was received, or dodged to keep our game in play. Here I was thinking of swinging a little more upper body workout later tonight. Yasmin’s gymnastics made that redundant. My first insertion was welcomed by her.Yasmin repaid my diligence with lip services, strong hands massaging my back and arms, plus timely input concerning what was good and bad without running over the passion. Yasmin was not at Buffy’s level of competition. Instead she brought her own torrid spirit that was new and exciting.I had no idea how Yasmin’s husband ever found the energy to cheat on her. Yasmin would seek breaks in our activities. The rest of the hour-plus she was either at a vivid simmer, or a full-on blowtorch. Half the time I didn’t even have to direct our intimacy; Yasmin was happy to manage all of the movements using her thighs, stomach muscles and arms to make it a highly memorable performance.As we staggered down from the peak of my climax, a sweaty, panting Yasmin informed me that she was glad she had started doing handstand push-ups once more. For those not in the know, imagine doing a handstand facing a wall. Now push your body up the wall which is occasionally done with your fingertips if you are a true bad-ass…like Yasmin and Timothy.That is another exercise I’m going to have to work on. Jacking-off and squeezing stress balls wasn’t going to cut it anymore.“Ora, ora, meu bombom precioso … muito bom,” Yasmin purred as I put her legs down; I had been holding the back of her knees with my elbows.“I’m the bomb? Sweet!” I sounded as energetic as I was able. My Brazilian Nitro-girl began laughing. “What did the rest of it mean?”“With every orgasm you give me, I’ll give you a word,” she taunted me. I looked at the ceiling.“I’m looking for a downside to that challenge,” I met her gaze. “I can’t see one.”“We’ll see about that when I leave. I have a sitter until 11:00 p.m. so you have good deal of bravado I want you to back-up,” Yasmin looked carnivorously-aroused. We did get around to getting cleaned up then hoofed it to a local Egyptian cuisine eatery. On the way back, I screwed her against a streetlamp with the light burned out.You see a good deal of humor about girls in super-tight pants and all the contortions they go through to get into them. Peeling them out is much, much easier. Maybe it is the inspiration that makes the difference. Best of all, the reactions of people walking around us, or across the street. Overt disgust, ignoring the whole situation, and, my favorite, the running commentary.(First couple)#1 Girl: “Why don’t we ever do that?”#1 Guy: “Do you bend that way?”(Second couple)#2 Girl: “Do you think she’s hotter than me?”#2 Guy: “Let’s go down to the next lamppost and find out.”(Third couple)#3 Guy: “Don’t they have a bed, or are they homeless?” There was no way we were dressed like homeless!#3 Girl: “You have all the romance of a rhino.” Somebody wasn’t getting some tonight.And because we were in a major metropolis,(Fourth couple)#4 Girl (1): “Are you practicing safe sex? If not, I have a condom,” she touched my shoulder.Me: “We are good. I use Durex normally, though I’ll use Trojan too.”#4 Girl (2): “Are you okay, Miss?”Yasmin: (unhappy): “I’m fine. Now either let my man get back to slaking my every lust, or join in.”#4 Girl (2) “Are you serious?” to Yasmin.#4 Girl (1) “Are you okay with this?” she addressed me. “She’s my girlfriend.”A few seconds of grunting, gasping sex ensued.Yasmin: “Yes, I am serious and you two are killing the mood. Mount up, or get off my horsy.”The two ladies looked at one another.#4 Girl (1): “She’s very ho…attractive. What do you say? It is safe sex,” hint, hint.And thus I had a lesbian four-way. The first girl, Evie, was bi- and worked at Planned Parenthood, explaining the condom lore. Girl two, Samantha, was a lesbian, but having a strong sex drive, decided that Yasmin was as luscious as I thought she was. Back at my place, it took Samantha thirty minutes to get used to sharing her bed with a man.By then she decided I wasn’t the enemy, despite my penis and hunger for the female form. Evie and Yasmin had zip inhibitions and let the lesbian and the straight guy work our differences while they basked in each other’s femininity. Yasmin insisted she wasn’t a lesbian, or bi-sexual. She had no sexual hang ups and found American’s confusing because they did.We had wrapped up the first round with Evie giving me a quick blowjob because I had been a good boy and kept my sperm holstered for the entire encounter. Samantha threw on one of Odette’s t-shirts (I didn’t explain) and went to the bathroom. I got washed up; Samantha gave me a dirty look from the toilet then I reminded her I’d just seen her naked.We both exited to the living room and took up spots on the sofa as we waited for our prospective partner. I heard my roommates keys jingle in the lock. He walked in, taking in the now familiar scene of me with a new girl on the sofa.“Timothy Denver!” Samantha squealed when my roommate showed up.“Sammy…what are you doing in my apartment…with him?” Timothy meant me. They (Timothy and Samantha) hugged each other, Timothy lifting her off the ground.“Me and Evie are sharing his girlfriend,” Samantha explained.“Which one?” Timothy put her down. Samantha shot me a semi-hostile look.Yasmin and Evie came out of the bedroom; having found Evie’s clothing. That was their story and I wasn’t going to argue with it.“Hi Timothy!” Evie ran up and hugged him too. Up she went.“Timothy, this is Yasmin,” I made introductions.“The Brazilian Hottie,” Timothy noted.“Yasmin, is Cáel sleeping around you on you?” Samantha inquired.“No. Cáel has sex with far too many other women to cheat on me,” she informed them. Samantha didn’t know what to make of that.“That means she’s aware that I date a lot,” I explained. I would have asked how Samantha, Evie and Timothy knew each other except now all their body art made sense.“Timothy, are you and Cáel…” Samantha asked. Timothy rolled his eyes.“God, I wish,” Timothy sighed dramatically. “The dick on this guy is phenomenal.”“Sammy, I know you would never, ever, ever go that way, but if you did, do it with Cáel here,” Timothy told her. “He is the most sensitive, skilled and empathic lover I’ve ever seen. He’s not at all possessive and totally confident in who he is.” Sammy didn’t look like she was contemplating a gender-preference switch. She was getting between me and Evie.“As long as you understand you, me and Evie,” Sammy warned me.“Sadly, fidelity is not one of my virtues,” I shrugged. “I could lie to you about it. You seem to be Timothy’s friend, so I should treat you better than that.”“You can trust me around Cáel,” Evie insisted.“No, we can’t,” Timothy, Sammy and Yasmin all spoke simultaneously. I wasn’t trustworthy, but at least I was consistently untrustworthy.“Listen to your friends and the woman you barely know,” I met Evie’s gaze. “I know I couldn’t control myself around you and we’d both regret it.”No we wouldn’t. I could see that fire deep in her eyes. We were going to have sex again, just me and she. I was a lowdown dirty dog who gave an incredible dicking and I’d already made an insertion into Evie’s body and mind. Not that it was terribly important to me; she was okay at sex, though not great. My words were for the listening audience. Timothy knew me better.“Cáel,” Timothy stated firmly. “For me, man; don’t fool around with Evie.” I’d lied to roommates all the time. Like the women in my life, I wanted to keep them happy, or happily neutral. That attitude suddenly didn’t work for me.“How?” sort of spilled out. No one expected my plaintive cry for relationship help.“What?” Sammy gulped. Yasmin snickered. She knew the score.“Sammy, Cáel’s nailed a girl who was making a food delivery to us. In around an hour and a half, a waitress he met for a minute and gave his number to, will be here. She moved into his room. They are not a couple,” Timothy tried to explain.“She lives here to hang out with me and bangs Cáel when he doesn’t have anyone else over, yet, I swear on Buddha’s Belly, I’ve never seen him abuse a girl,” Timothy continued. “It is the strangest damn thing I’ve ever seen. He’s stacked them up like jets at LaGuardia.”“He’s a shit-head player,” Sammy glared.“Do you feel used?” Yasmin pointed out. “You don’t because you weren’t. He’s not trying to out-dick your vagina. He’s not out to steal Evie. He is admittedly hormonally unbalanced. That doesn’t make him a bastard. I’m not here looking for a boyfriend and if I was, it would never be Cáel.”“If you can get past the fact he might have sex with your girlfriend from time to time, he’s really a great guy,” Yasmin added. “Cáel is fearless and as long as sex is not involved, completely reliable.” Sammy was clearly not believing any of this, finally turning back to Timothy.“He gives an incredibly good dicking, he’s a dog, and he’s one of my best friends,” Timothy shrugged.I had been 'one of the guys’, a 'buddy’ and 'dude’. I had never been considered a man’s best friend before and I had never heard Timothy toss that term around about anybody. I went up and hugged him.“Dude, you have lousy taste in friends,” I patted his back.“Cáel, I have plenty of friends who wouldn’t abandon me in a fight. You are the only person I know who took an arrow for a little girl you barely knew,” Timothy patted my back. “You don’t find that dedication often. In the past two months we’ve been through more freaky shit than I’ve experience in the past ten years. Faults and all, this has been the best time of my life.”I stepped back until we were at arm’s length.“I take that back. You don’t have lousy taste in friends; you are delusional,” I blinked.“He got shot; took an arrow; for a little girl?” Sammy gulped. “How come this is the first I’m hearing about it?”“That would be the bandage on your leg?” Evie pointed.“I have a dangerous job,” I regarded the new girls. “I test poultry for signs of intelligence. Let’s just say that a sleeper cell got past me and chaos ensued.”“Translation: he can’t talk about it,” Yasmin smirked.“What do you do you really do?” Sammy pressed.“I’m working on a special project. We are taping strobe lights to Garden Gnomes then, using hobby store-bought rockets, my corporation is going to sell them as a Developing World-friendly alternative to the current GPS system,” I looked grim.“Really?” Sammy looked uncertain.“I work for a really sleazy corporation,” I confessed. “There is nothing they wouldn’t do for a buck.”“That’s heartless,” Sammy protested. “Men like that are raping the planet and exploiting the poor.”“Sammy, I work for Havenstone Commercial Investments. I am one of three men in the entire workforce; that is well over 10,000 women; undoubtedly more,” I smirked. “If it is any consolation, I am treated as little more than a pin-up model by my co-workers.”“Oh wow,” Evie snickered. “Were you hired for your looks?”“Hardly,” I declared with authority. “I majored in Business with a minor in Philosophy from Bolingbrook College in New Hampshire, an institute of higher learning renowned for its 70% female student population and nothing else. Still, I am working for a Fortune 500 company at a job I am totally unqualified for, earning an unheard of starting salary and constantly required to work shirtless, or naked.”“Personally, I think it was my creative writing skills that won them over,” I nodded sagely.“You are a jerk,” Timothy snorted. “I hate it when you tell the truth and make it sound unbelievable. It is a skill I’ve never seen wielding so cuttingly.” No one said anything for a few seconds.“It is really annoying that no one believes I earned my position because I’m actually intelligent and hard-working,” I grumbled.“Welcome to the world of a Carnival dancer,” Yasmin laughed.“I was going 'a blond bimbo’,” Sammy agreed, “but that works too.” That broke down the social ice. Letting yourself soak up a bit of ridicule can pay huge dividends. I was going to be back in bed with every single woman in the room; even the lesbian, though I’d be sharing a girl with her, wait and see.For some reason, Sammy remained convinced I was an asshole, so she dared me to kiss Timothy. I shrugged, Timothy shrugged, so we kissed. Seriously, I have no clue what I WON’T do for sex. When Timothy slipped me some tongue I nutted him. As he doubled over, I told him I wasn’t the kind of guy who went beyond second base on the first date.The group informed me that second base was touching my cock…whoops. Then Evie reminded me that I had sex with her within fifteen minutes of our initial meeting. I replied I hadn’t had anal sex with her yet, but if that was the case, I was sure Timothy would be a good sport about it all. Timothy had finally gotten back to his feet. Again, he nodded.This time he snatched me up, bench pressed me over his head (man, we need to re-spackle the ceiling) and bounced me off the sofa. Timothy is really strong too. I hit the floor, face down, but with my knees and palms catching my weight. I quickly summersaulted and regained my footing. I trusted Timothy. Still, talking about anal sex with a big, buff gay man then assuming the doggy-style position…let’s not tempt fate.My antics earned me another round of sex. After Evie exploded (figuratively) all over the place with her…third orgasm, I looked over Yasmin’s shoulder to Sammy, who was sexing up my Brazilian from the other side.“I have totally and completely re-evaluated having a lesbian in bed with me, Sammy,” I testified. “You rock!”Sammy shot me a look, realized I was expounding true praise and picked up her ravishing of Yasmin. After we demolished Yasmin, Sammy mounted me. My cock was on my belly with her soaked pussy pressing on it. She wanted a 'test drive’ more than anything else; the experience of feeling the differences between the masculine and feminine skeletal and muscular textures and nuances.“Can I touch your breasts?” I requested. Sammy thought it over, eventually giving me an 'okay’ look. She had those nice, banana-cone shaped breasts with huge areolas and sizable nipples. I started off by lifting and weighing each teat, taking it nice and leisurely. Sammy decided I was doing a passable job so she stopped studying me and got into the sensation of the moment.That little gasp cued me in that I had earned the right to move a little farther. Her nipples were already engaged. A half-dozen grazing passes and they were definitely joyous. Lesbians, bi-sexual and straight women all have the same physiology, yet different visually, audibly, and olfactory stimuli were specific arousal cues.Most lesbians didn’t like Old Spice, The Firemen of New York calendars and Enrique Iglesias. At the very least they aren’t throwing their panties at Enrique. Touch and taste tend to be unisex. Baring you having big, calloused man-paws, fingers are fingers and hands are hands. Taste is taste and more individual specific than gender-related.Sorry ladies, your sweat can stink as much as a men’s does. It is more a matter of diet. Both sexes should clean up 'down there’. It is common sexual courtesy, so use it. When I can, I use a subtle cologne though I’ve used women’s Secret deodorant on rare occasions. It earned me curious looks every time, but it never stopped them.Sammy was already taking quick gulps of air when her worried eyes looked down at me again. She wanted to tell me to stop. She was caught in a double bind; she was getting gratification and the only reason to refuse it was because I was a man; a man she had allowed to touch her. That would make her either sexist, or a bigot.Never ignore the allure of the female orgasm. Add to that, never ignore the power of friendship. As Sammy struggled to master her 'lesbian outrage’, Evie sneaked behind her, wiggling two fingers past my nut-sack, along my cock and into Sammy’s pussy from behind.“Evie,” Sammy moaned in protest.“Sammy-love, he’s not trying to fuck you,” Evie murmured to her companion. “You are liking what he’s doing and you know you have dynamite nipples. Let him have a sample.” To me, “She likes a whole lot of suction and a tiny bit of teeth.” Sammy attempted some kind of protest. Yasmin stroking Sammy’s upper thigh, hip and stomach breached the dam of her inhibitions.So, I had a lesbian lowering her body toward mine. First her palms rested on my shoulders. Sammy’s body flowed up mine until her elbows replaced her hands and her tits were now accessible. As advised, I applied a wet vacuum seal to her right areola and nipple. I twirled my tongue around her savory flesh, bringing Sammy to the point she embraced her tantric titillation.“You should have longer hair,” she purred as she ran one hand through my locks. “I don’t normally go for butch girls.” You guys go be indignant if you wish. These were some sweet teats I was indulging in and I had zero regrets about 'girling-up’ for a lesbian. Sammy finally climbed to the mountaintop of her orgasmic quest and howled out her victory.She cascade down on me, my lower stomach syrupy with her juices and her bosom muzzling my face. Yasmin went to her knees, leaned over Sammy’s prostrate form and began seriously making out with Evie. I lived in a vortex of unexpected pleasure and fulfillment. I had taken part in making a lesbian sexually complete.“You are the best guy I’ve ever been with,” Sammy murmured.“He’s the only guy you’ve ever been with,” Evie teased.“Fine. He’s still the best. Cáel, have you ever thought about becoming a post-op transsexual?” Sammy giggled.“No!” Yasmin protested. “That’s where I draw the line. Cáel keeps his tender bits.”“Mmmhphmfsmmm,” I added my voice against that proposal. To punish Sammy for even bringing that up, I latched onto a breast like a starving lamprey and went to town. Damn right that put her in her place. Fifteen minute later, she finally let me come up for air.Ten minutes after that, we stumbled out of the apartment. I was going to see Yasmin safely home; she snickered then, seeing my hurt feelings, told me I was very brave and could take her home. Evie and Sammy lived close by. They had known Timothy from his days working at an ink place in Queens, but had lost touch when he opened his own place on the East Side.They promised to stay in touch. Sometimes I don’t even have to try. Maybe that’s why Timothy got so pissy with me at times. As for Yasmin and me, I fucked her in the hallway right outside her domicile because she still had twenty minutes left on her babysitter and there was a convenient vertical surface. We both went home with smiles on our faces.I met up with Odette walking up to my; now our; place. She wanted all the juicy details, helped me change our sheets, promised to do our laundry tomorrow morning and then we had sex. I was set up on my feet, shins and knees, Odette facing away from me and grinding her lush tight end on my rod when the door opened and Timothy Nerf-shot me…cause I definitely deserved it.(Thursday)Thursday was good. I inspected artificial wood products for artificial termites. Actually, I started out with Constanza; really Naomi and her Merry Band now; and learned how to actually fire a personal defense weapon. No more 'spray and pray’ for me. They told me they had a special surprise for me on Friday. Color me concerned.According to Medical, I was a lousy lab monkey. Then Katrina informed me it was Brian’s turn today to get poked, prodded and forced to cough up millions of little Brian-lettes for Havenstone’s perverse pleasures. I e-mailed Brian my best wishes. I was seriously starting to question those 'so-called’ medical experts ethical integrity.I worked with Buffy, teamed up with the Daphne/Desiree combo. Why? Because there was an emergency board meeting on Friday. I wasn’t told this, but Daphne and I figured it out. To put some extra butter on my hell-bound soul, an agent of Rhada’s gave me a private note informing me she wanted to talk.Keeping to Amazon Princess Rape Fantasy Bondage protocols, I ate the message before Buffy could pry it from my hands. Bad enough was all these crazy females trying to kill me, I also had to keep track of which ones hated the other ones. It reminded me of dating sorority sisters, except this time out, I could never leave the sorority house and they almost never went to classes.Oh, and they are all related to Jason Voorhees (that’s the maniac from the Friday the 13th movies for those who had lived constructive lives) and we were adjacent to an Ace Hardware store. Plus I had a date with Libra and I was dedicated to 'tapping that ass’ at least once more before I died. And, there was more!Deena, the swimming, 'fingers in her pussy’ buddy dropped me a line telling me she was 'expecting’ me this afternoon. There was no way I could swing that, despite her request that could be only construed as an order. I simply didn’t have the time. I e-mailed her back, pleading for her to be in a bikini with several suggested sites for her to visit.Before my designated knife training, I had a fucked-up brainstorm about what to do with Rhada. I wrote a letter in Old Kingdom Hittite, sealed it in wax with the imprint of the symbol 'Lowest’ on it, representing me, though Rhada’s submissive side could easily misinterpret that. To get it to her, I went to the only one who could meet her face to face who I could trust.Katrina? Laughable. She could do it but she wouldn’t touch this disaster with a three meter pole made out of male vertebrae. The only other person who met all the criteria; Oneida. Yes, I was a fucktard, fuck-nut and a waste of human potential.“Oneida, I need a favor,” I asked the moment I hunted her down in Acquisitions.“Of course,” her eyes lit up, her lips moistened and breathe quickened. She wasn’t wanting a quick tussle in a side room. The chick wanted to be held closely while I whispered love poetry into her ear for her to hear alone. I was letting her down abysmally.“I need this message hand delivered to Rhada,” I pressed the missive into her hands.She didn’t know how to wrap her mind around that. Rhada? She knew we had fought, but what contact had we shared since then? She made the sane 'girl-logic’ assumption.“Cáel, are you in trouble,” she worried. Oh, I wish it was only trouble.“Not that you can help me with. If you can’t do this, I’ll find another way,” I sighed.Yes, I was playing her. Oneida would run over hot coals for me.“No, no; I’ll do it…why? Why Rhada?” Oneida pleaded.“I can’t say and you cannot look at the message. It is critical that she, and she alone sees this,” I impressed on her the importance of saving my life without saying 'please save my life’.By asking her to not look at the message, I increased the odds she’d look. I had no choice. If I didn’t say anything about it, she’d make an excuse to look and tell herself that I hadn’t forbidden her to look. Add to that, she was my racial superior. In her case, this meant she had to look out for my best interest. Oneida nodded and watched me leave.Training with Pamela was hands on this day. I had a wooden blade with a lead core to give me a better feel for the proper weight. Pamela had a meter long wooden rod. She had a miraculous ability to move her baton in a blur yet not hurt my fingers, hand, or wrist. It was very instructional. I was practicing stabbing and a bit of slashing.I left with a sense I’d added something useful to my repertoire. I wasn’t calling out Elsa anytime soon; heck, I wasn’t calling out Europa, Aya’s 13 year old sister either. As we were cleaning up, Pamela noticed my uncertainty.“What is it?” she asked.“Oh, it is that you’ve resisted the urge to cause me pain,” I mused. “Normally, I find Amazons to be very harsh.”“That is certainly a common training style here,” Pamela nodded. “I chose showing a student how to do things right as opposed to reminding the student what they did wrong.”“Good enough. Thanks for treating me like I matter,” I grinned.“What makes you think that?” Pamela and I started to leave the little dojo. Note, she didn’t say 'assume’.“Trust me, I’m a sperm donor with sex appeal to virtually every other screwy dame in this place,” I smirked.“I know the difference between what I see in their eyes and yours,” I winked.“Ash Man,” Pamela remarked. She zinged me, alright. “My granddaughters talk of you and not in a way I would expect Amazon women to talk about a male.”“That and an Egg McMuffin…” I shrugged.“Means you won’t die hungry,” Pamela shrugged along with me. “This is why I volunteered to teach you; you deserve every chance to go out unconquered.”“Do you think I have a chance; of that?” I questioned.“Not really. I didn’t think I would ever be talking to a man in my native language again either, so who knows,” she added.“Do you think I’m an Ash Man?” I wondered. Male; OKH; again?“I haven’t a clue what one is,” she rolled her shoulders. “I am neither my House Leader, nor its Keeper of Records.”“Oh…what are you then?” I asked. The response she gave didn’t make sense.“Cliff-walker? I don’t know…” I furrowed my brow.“I am past my useful life yet refuse to take myself to the cliffs,” Pamela told me. “I have unfinished business to attend to in this World.”“What is that; if that isn’t too rude?” I inquired.“A dead man spoke to me. He told me I would never find my way to the halls of my ancestors until I replaced a life for a life,” she related.“That’s; umm; odd,” I suggested.“Cáel, I severed his throat to the spine. Even had he somehow been alive, he could not have spoken. Then there is the matter of speaking the Amazon tongue,” Pamela continued.“Did he tell you anything else?” I played along.“No.”“How will you know what life you should save; to replace a life for a life?” I searched her out.“He had the most unforgettable emerald green eyes,” she filled me in. Just like my eyes.We had stepped into the elevator when she told me that. There were five other Amazons with us. I didn’t know any of them. I reached out and put my hand on Pamela’s stomach.“Whatever happens to me, and I don’t want you to die, or anything; I want you to know you’ve done what needed to be done,” I assured her.Pamela’s laugh was so loud, deep and resounding, I was stunned that it came from such a thin frame.“That, my friend, is what being an Amazon is all about,” Pamela slapped my back. What she said was wrong in so many ways and the Amazons around us knew it.I wasn’t an Amazon and equating me to one of them was insulting to their feminine martial ardor. Also, no Amazon had ever called me a friend and meant it in a non-sexual manner. Things were getting uncomfortable.“Matron,” one of the Amazons spoke up, “are you feeling well?”That was a polite way of saying 'have you lost your mind?’“Do you know why there are twenty 'First’ Houses?” Pamela addressed me and ignored the others.“Not really. It wasn’t in the Havenstone Handbook,” I tried to sound innocently curious.“The first Amazon to escape capture came back for the rest,” Pamela related. “She was free and if she was recaptured she would have certainly been raped again and most likely killed. She came back because no risk is too great for one’s family. Like the first of the Unconquered, you risk everything for the spiritual and physical safety of your sisters.”“He is not one of us!” a different Amazon insisted.“How bizarre that none of these crazy bitches can see it,” Pamela smiled.“Who are you again?” I gave Pamela a worried look.“A discarded heroine, Cáel,” Pamela answered. “I am an embarrassment, an anachronism and an arrogant warrior humbled.”Clearly this was part of Havenstone’s history I wasn’t supposed to be privileged to hear.“You don’t date much, do you?” I changed things up. Pamela snorted. “This whole scarred scholar-warrior with a tragic past works better with your moping, 19th century literature-reading college types. Cavemen like me prefer slinky clothing and feigned idiocy.”“I’ll keep that in mind,” Pamela snickered. By the bug-eyed expression of our fellow travelers, Pamela was indeed some kind of heroic figure. She held no position, but her status was undeniable. “How about this: I will forgo taking myself to the cliffs until you give me my first great-granddaughter.”“As long as we agree that I’m never going without a condom for the next five years,” I counter-offered. “By the way, which two am I going to be surreptitiously avoiding?”“Brielle and Daphne,” Pamela appeared amused with my expression.“Holy crap!” I exclaimed. “I really like those two. This is going to be tougher keeping you alive than I thought.”“How many more days?” Pamela teased.“67,” I groaned as we stepped out onto the Executive Services floor. Technically, I had an hour left of my work-day.“Look on the bright side, our first great-grandchild could be a Son,” Pamela joked.Pamela clearly enjoyed 'freaking out’ the Normals; the normal Amazon population that is.“That would truly suck,” I remarked. “You ladies have zero experience with male names and no boy of mine is going to be named Shirley. Picking the baby boy names is going to be all on me.”“How about Augustus?” Pamela suggested. I looked stunned.Buffy, having heard my voice, hopped up from her station and came blazing my way. I hadn’t done a damn thing wrong yet she was angry with me. She didn’t know Pamela and I hoped to hell I wasn’t hitting on…okay, Pamela was a bit odd-looking. I’d still do her.“Cáel,” Buffy snapped. “What is going on? Don’t you have a job to do; with me?”“Buffy, this is Pamela. She’s my knife instructor,” I said. “Pamela, this is Buffy DuBois, my (dead word spoken).” Literally in Old Kingdom Hittite that meant 'mountaintop’. Pamela clearly got the implication. Buffy’s fury about me slipping into OKH was mitigated by Pamela’s appraising look.“Okay,” Buffy grumbled. “What was that?”“Pinnacle, peak, highest point, mountaintop,” Pamela answered for me. “I would wager it is a term of endearment and praise, but feel free to be offended despite him using the word for my benefit as opposed to yours. He might have incorrectly thought you knew how much he cared for you.”Verbal beat down!“Who are you, anyway?” Buffy struggled to be polite.“Pamela Pile,” my instructor stated. “I am not employed by Havenstone anymore.”“That’s not…possible…” Buffy questioned.“She is Brielle’s and Daphne’s Grandmother, Buffy,” I explained.“That’s nice,” Buffy was less than impressed.“Cáel, take care. Buffy, I know nothing of men, but I know camaraderie and I know you can throw that away as quickly as you earned it,” Pamela gave an even stare.“By the way, Pamela, you clearly have never been a kid on a playground,” I joked. Buffy was irritated while Pamela was amused. “With a name like Augustus, he’s either going to toughen up really fast, or get flattened. Trust me. My name was Cáel aka Cabbage Head all through elementary school.”“What did they call you in…middle school? It is middle school, correct?” Pamela inquired.“Yes; middle school. By 6th grade, I was firmly a 'nobody’,” I enlightened her. “Hell, my teachers could barely recall who I was. I stayed that way until I graduated high school.”“I had asthma as a child,” Pamela related. “I barely made it through my 12th year.”“What did you do when you…is the term 'casted’, or 'choosing a caste?” I posed.“It varies. Sometimes we choose and sometimes the caste chooses us,” Pamela answered. “I ended up here, in what is now known as Executive Services.”“Great,” I grinned. “I bet you were enticed by our intensive training in marshmallow juggling. Am I right?”“Not really,” Pamela grew serious. “I came here so I could build obstacle courses for kittens. It is an unappreciated melding of animal conditioning and engineering.” I was really liking Pamela. She was like a kindred spirit in this madhouse.“Speaking of 'animal conditioning’, Cáel, we need to get to work,” Buffy huffed and off I went.We finished up, had our after-work meeting and began to head-out for the day.“Daphne, I met your grandmother; nice lady,” I told my 'new hire’ buddy.“Really, what was she doing here?” Daphne smiled affectionately. I need to wear a dead rat around my neck; the deader the better.“She is teaching me how to knife fight,” I told her. Her not knowing that was odd.“Oh…I didn’t know she did that,” Daphne frowned.“She worked in Executive Services,” I said. That appeared news to Daphne as well. “I thought that was why you joined.”“Katrina,” Daphne looked to our boss, “was my grandmother in the (dead word spoken) service?” That word roughly meant 'darkness of night’ in OKH, but like so many things in a 'dead’ language, interpretation could be sketchy.“She was before my time,” Katrina nodded. “I do recall her legacy though.”“What did she do? Normally I wouldn’t care, except Pamela is a laugh riot,” I smirked.“She was the most lethal Amazon assassin of the 20th century,” Katrina stated deadpan.“Grans?” Daphne gasped. “She’s always been so odd; I mean nice.”“What happened to her?” I muttered.“I don’t know,” Katrina mused. “She came back from her last mission then took herself to the cliffs. A few weeks later she returned with no explanation for that either.”“Well crap,” I groaned. “She’s never going to forgive me for that 'wet willy’ (getting a fingertip slick with your saliva then sticking it in an opponent’s ear). I’m a goner.”Daphne play-punched me. We all heard the subsonic rumbling from the door. According to Buffy, she was the only one allowed to cause me physical discomfort and resented Daphne horning in on 'her turf’. Buffy had a new weapon in her arsenal this afternoon.“Your (dead word spoken) wants you to come here,” Buffy snapped.Even Katrina looked at her in some confusion.“I was told that was a good thing,” Buffy sizzled.“It most likely interpreted as 'most prized’, or 'most esteemed’,” Tigger translated. “Precisely it means 'mountaintop’.” Buffy stuck out her chin proudly.“Cáel, I believe I made my desire clear,” she commanded.“No can do McGiggles Sissy-pants,” I grimaced, “I have a date tonight that precludes me from me being overly bruised; again.” I was heading for the door, leading the 'new hires’ out of Katrina’s office.“I know you like laugh at death, Cáel,” Dora snickered, “but I’m not sure the rictus of death counts.”“I’ve got that covered, Dora,” I actually brushed up against Buffy. “I’m having a laugh track installed in my urn.”“Who says they’ll ever find your body?” Buffy moved rapidly at my side.“Whoa…cannibalism. Where I come from, normally the guy eats the girl,” I joked. “With you, Buffy, I’m never quite certain of our gender roles. I’m still terrified of letting you snuggle up from behind.”“I hate you,” Buffy growled. She wasn’t upset. Her eyes were dancing with laughter.“What are you going to do when he is relocated?” Fabiola murdered the mood.“Blame you,” Buffy glared at Fabiola.“I’m so scared,” Fabiola mocked Buffy.“Fabiola, don’t be like that,” I moped. “You have such full, plump lips that clearly know how to take hold of a problem and work it through. Your thighs are the product of diligent effort on your part and I’m sure that when you grapple with an opponent, no one can break that fearful hold.”“I’m sure anything your hands touch, you don’t release until you’ve milked every ounce of life out of your target. You are truly a complete woman,” I concluded. The elevator doors opened and we flooded out. Oneida was waiting for me. Buffy began laughing so hard she couldn’t keep up.“What is it?” Oneida looked to Buffy.“That is the most obtuse description of fellatio, fucking and a hand job I’ve ever heard,” Buffy wheezed. “Fabiola, he called you a whore and you can never prove it.” Okay, I didn’t call her a whore; money was never mentioned. Oneida looked distressed.“Oneida, Fabiola insinuated that Cáel would be relocated soon,” Daphne came to the rescue. I still had something to take care of.“I knew I forgot something,” I realized. “Buffy, can you hold my jacket?” I handed it to her. She examined it then dropped it to the ground. I shrugged then kept stripping.“Cáel?” Oneida worried.“I don’t have my biking clothes on,” I pointed out. “We can’t go biking unless I’m dressed in my biking clothes.” Was Oneida still upset about me stripping in public? No. She was about to spend time with me because she mistakenly perceived me to be a good guy.My bike trip with Oneida to a neutral halfway point proved that while Oneida was in good shape, she wasn’t a cyclist. Cycling emphasized an unusual muscle sequence, so if you don’t cycle much, it shows. I stuck close to her. Not only did it endear me to Oneida, it kept our two shadows at a safe distance so they didn’t impinge on their princess’s joyful mood.I sent Oneida on her way, got home and immediately started making adjustments to my night’s plans. First I had to deal with Libra. I got into an argument with her. I insisted she should wear only jeans, a t-shirt with no bra, and comfortable shoes. Libra was furious. She wanted to go clubbing and look hot; preferably enticing some guys to make me jealous.She certainly wasn’t going to come giftwrapped for an easy screw. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She didn’t like that I was that kind of guy. I insisted that I was the kind of guy who was fascinated with her. I was also happy that Brooke had gotten us back together; you know Brooke, the girl I had fucked to help her get over Felix then refused to sleep with so I could be with Libra.I was blistered and lambasted. I also got my way. I also got to see Libra embrace the ogling her attire earned her in my working class neighborhood as we walked around and talked.“Everyone is staring at my breasts,” Libra whispered to me after a bit. She wanted to make me think she was unhappy while her nipples were excited and she was relishing the turning heads. Brooke was better looking, in my opinion, but Libra was definitely a girl who shouldn’t walk around without a bra. Her breast are really shapely, large and firm, possibly her best attribute.We were hanging around an authentic Italian pizza joint, Libra against the wall, face to face with me. Without warning, I slipped my hand down, popped her jeans button open and unzipped her pants.“Cáel!” she hissed. Yum, Libra had gone panty-less as well. “Cáel,” she repeated.Libra tried to stop my fingers from exploring. She was hampered by her desire to not make a scene while I was insistent. Nice sexy jeans are not only nice and sexy, they hug the hips. This meant I could peel the front of her pants open and work two fingers past her pubic hair to her puffy lips.“Stop,” she whimpered. I didn’t. I slipped a finger between her labia and she was moist and steamy. I wiggled a finger inside with no effort.“No one will see us,” I murmured into Libra’s ear. I wiggled my finger in deeper.“You are horrible,” she moaned quietly. Her hands started out on my shoulders.A few seconds later, she migrated her arms down. I wasn’t positive where she was going with that until she hooked her thumbs into her pants and slid them farther down.“Get it over with,” she mumbled. She followed that up with tender kisses to my neck. Her moving her pants down allowed me to move a second finger in.All of that was a prelude. With my two slick fingers, I searched up for her clitoris. She (a clit is definitely a 'she’) was hungering for my contact and offered up her tenderness to my attention. Libra’s hand began clawing my abdomen through my shirt. Her nasal breathing was becoming ragged, so I eased off on the tempo my stimulation. I wasn’t going to bring Libra to an embarrassing public display of sexual release.It took her a few seconds to figure out I wasn’t teasing her, but shielding her from an uncontrolled release.“You are mean,” her eyes blazed with lust as I sucked my fingers clean of her vaginal secretions.“Kiss me, or I swear to God I’m going to take you on one of these tables,” I referred to the small tables the pizza parlor had for diners. Now Libra looked sultry and in charge. She rubbed her hips against my erection, appeared to contemplate her options and deigned to give me a kiss. It was barely a French kiss. Just enough to remind me I had taken advantage of her person and was being punished with pleasure.The box with the pizza slices barely made the toss to the sofa as Libra and I grappled with one another, yanking off our clothes and staggered to my bedroom.“You are going to fuck me so good for all the hell you’ve put me through,” Libra erotically demanded. Ma'am, yes Ma'am. Prepared to do my duty, Ma'am.I decided to do something new for Libra. Trust me, you develop a sense for what sexual deviancies your sex partner has broached. This helps you figure out what they’d like to explore. That leads you to worrying about your partner’s sexual history, but is a story for another time.“Hey!” Libra squawked as I handcuffed her left wrist. I wasn’t done. With her right wrist beside her left, I looped the chain around a bar in the headboard and snared her other limb.“Motherfu…” she got out before I smothered her with a lip-lock. She put her teeth on my tongue then decided not to chew it off. I broke off the kiss.“Now you are going to do whatever I want you to,” I gloated. “Scream, the cops come and you end up splashed all over the society page.” Most likely a lie.“I’ll never,” she snarled as I rammed my dick in to the hilt. “Ah…you bastard,” she grunted. Now I picked up my pace. Except having her hands bound, Libra was clearly getting into it. Right before climax, I eased off. Libra whined piteously.“Not yet,” I murmured. When I repositioned her in doggy-style, my cock got back to work.This time, I alternated seriously deep cock-thrusts (not pounding) with spanking. Libra went wild; one of her most intense orgasms yet. Libra should have realized two things: my neighbors knew by now and the screams my bedmates generated, and Libra herself was truly an Angelic choir of erotic gratitude.“That; that; that was intense,” Libra gasped. She was all sweat and electric; tired yet begging for more.“It gets better,” I promised her as I freed her up. Given two minutes to rebound, I rolled over onto my back at her side. The cuffs were handed over and I placed my hands over my head. Libra’s countenance was an explosion of thermal desire and numerous unanticipated opportunities. She straddled me, strung me up then…left. Huh?Libra didn’t go far. She noticed my 'goodie’ box which I had left nonchalantly available when we first tumbled in. What she pulled out didn’t make me jump for joy; an ostrich feather, lube and a body wand (imagine a small mace, except the head is actually a vibrating ball).“So, you’ve done this before?” I questioned.“There is a ball-gag in there. Shut-up, behave, or I’ll put it on you,” Libra gave me a saucy threat. I nodded. Libra settled in beside me, worked the wand controls then rolled it along my stomach. “To answer your question; no, I’ve never used anything like this before, but I’ve wanted to. Now I have a delectable, helpless male with tons of stamina laid out before me.”“This is going to be so much fun,” she squealed with delight. “Maybe I should call Brooke?” She wasn’t soliciting my opinion, just thinking aloud. She called Brooke who begged Libra for the chance to come over and help out. Libra promised Brooke could 'next time’. After that came the feather tickles, lubing up my cock, a hand job and finally using the wand on my cockhead until she shattered my resolve and I ejaculated.Libra licked all my creamy cum up, keeping eye contact through most of the process. For thirty seconds she left me with the sneaking suspicion she was going for round two. She freed me, gave me a good series of kisses then dropped down to bring my penis back to attention. That accomplish, Libra rolled my condom on, mounted me and slowly squirmed down my rod while mesmerizing me with her eyes.“Oh,” she purred, “you are so, so bad.” I sat up so that I was eye-level with her chin. Libra laid her forearms languidly over my shoulders, while mine deftly cupped each buttocks.“Does this mean you are breaking up with me?” I gave her my best puppy dog eyes. Libra made that squichy-angry play face. I was teasing and she knew I was teasing.“Do I have to hand-cuff you again?” Libra snickered. I slipped my right hand farther back and down. Using the liberal amount of lube Libra had lavished on my penis, I slicked up my forefinger and picked her sphincter. Libra gave a quick intake of breath.“For the sake of your backside, that might be wise,” I teased right back. Libra pouted.“Are going to ream my poor, abused Henie?” she moped deceptively. Rule One plus the addendum; make the girl happy. If you make the girl happy, she’ll figure out what makes you happy and do it for you. I lifted Libra up until my cock flopped out of her. It didn’t take her two seconds. Her hand found my cock, pointed it up and steered it into her butthole with zero need for encouragement.“I can’t believe you are making me do this,” she groaned as her sphincter parted and my glans slipped in. I wasn’t rushing things. I certainly wasn’t coercing Lira in anyway either. She certainly relished my upper body strength that allowed me to match her pace in penetrating her. Once Libra was fully impaled, I rocked us over so that she lay on her back with her knees touching her breasts.A casual, relaxed screw followed. Yes, I could have pounded Libra and she would have loved it, except she was here for more than a series of orgasms. She wanted some kind of confirmation there was an 'us’. She hadn’t wanted a relationship when we first met, or even after our first fuck. I was a hook-up; nothing more.The post-Felix episode with Brooke had changed that. I was far from acceptable, but more than a random fuck. Our status had become an enigma to her thus my approach with the soft anal fuck. I could certainly be a late night booty call, salvaging a bad night and making it good. This was a 'take him out for a weekend as a friend’ change of events.I was still not in the clubhouse. Thirty minutes in bedroom while 'changing to go down to the pool with her other friends’ they’d all know why she’d brought me along. Had Libra forgotten I was a Pound Puppy of the worst sort? Yes, but I felt no desire to remind her. We’d revisit the issue during that first weekend; guaranteed.Libra kept up a quiet bit of banter for a few minutes. Her words were meaningless. Her tonal quality was what I was paying attention to. I kept up a conversation which I would never recall. It is an art form; coherent babbling. My partner’s words faded away into groans and grunts.“Ready?” I rumbled my hunger for her wantonness. Libra nodded once, hesitated then nodded several times vigorously with a lewd curl to her lips.I hammered Libra with powerful thrusts. She was pushed up and over until her weight was on her shoulders and I as looking down into her impassioned face as I drove home. Her fingernails were drawing blood tracks over my flesh. I’ve heard of a 'backdraft’ before; never in a sexual context though.Libra’s whole body seemed to coils up internally. There was this moment of complete quiet and then Libra exploded in song. God, I thought her rectal muscles would twist my cock off, she was so energetic. Her vocal symphony went on, and on, and on. I was afraid I’d broken the girl. It got so bad, Timothy snuck a look in, gave me a 'what the fuck?’ expression then left.Oh yeah; somewhere toward the end of the process, I came. I was that entranced with the entire experience. Libra fell lifeless beneath me, trembling and emitting soundless mutterings. She was unconscious. This wasn’t my first time having this effect, but it doesn’t happen so often I can’t totally recall each incident.I pulled out of Libra, disposed of my 'business’ then placed my body beside hers, stroking her right cheek and ear, brushing her hair off her face.“You are pretty,” Libra gave me a sleepy smile. I’d stun-fucked her alright.“You’ve devastated me,” I c

The Atlantic boys wrestling team is ready to hit the competition mats for a new season which starts with a triangular on Thursday at ADM. The Trojans have a talented and promising group from top to bottom and there seems to be good cohesiveness on the squad. It's a big senior class this year and Atlantic head coach Tim Duff likes how that group is leading the way. https://www.kjan.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/Duff2022Pre1.mp3 It will be a bit of a season of change as well. The Trojans had to end their sharing agreement with the CAM school district because enrollment numbers would have bumped them up a class. Girls wrestling is now sanctioned by the state and Atlantic girls are part of the newly formed S.W.A.T. Valkyries team. And the competition calendar has some big changes for this postseason. https://www.kjan.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/Duff2022Pre2.mp3 The Trojans bring back three state qualifiers from last year's team: Aiden Smith at 106, Easton O'Brien at 132, and Brenden Casey at 195. Smith said it was a great experience at state and he's excited about the possibilities this year. https://www.kjan.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/Smith2022Pre1.mp3 O'Brien feels like the team does a good job of building each other up and holding themselves accountable. https://www.kjan.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/OBrien2022Pre1.mp3 Casey said the team has some big goals they feel they can fulfill. https://www.kjan.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/Casey2022Pre1.mp3 The Trojans open the season Thursday with a triangular at ADM with the Tigers and Earlham. Listen to the full interview with Coach Duff and a large number of Trojan grapplers below.

Встречай танцевальную версию одной из самых популярных песен последних 20 лет! Нетленка группы Винтаж “Роман” в ремиксе от Timber & DJ Trojan! Подписывайся на DJ Trojan: * VK: vk.com/dj_trojan_official * Яндекс Музыка: music.yandex.ru/artist/1235327… * Telegram: t.me/dj_trojan * Все ссылки в одном месте: linktr.ee/dj_trojan Подписывайся на DJ Timber: * PromoDJ: promodj.com/djtimber * VK: vk.com/dj.timber * Telegram: t.me/djtimber

Встречай танцевальную версию одной из самых популярных песен последних 20 лет! Нетленка группы Винтаж “Роман” в ремиксе от Timber & DJ Trojan! Подписывайся на DJ Trojan: * VK: vk.com/dj_trojan_official * Яндекс Музыка: music.yandex.ru/artist/1235327… * Telegram: t.me/dj_trojan * Все ссылки в одном месте: linktr.ee/dj_trojan Подписывайся на DJ Timber: * PromoDJ: promodj.com/djtimber * VK: vk.com/dj.timber * Telegram: t.me/djtimber

THE TROJANS HAVE MADE THE COLLEGE FOOTBALL PLAYOFF FIELD OF 4 WITH ONE GAME REMAINING BEFORE IT'S OFFICIAL. THAT'S WHY USC FANS SHOULD TAKE THE TIME TO ENJOY THE SHINE. THE TROJANS COULD LOSE TO UTAH, AND TEAMS WHO WILL NOT PLAY THIS WEEKEND CAN SLIDE IN, SHOULD USC SLIP UP. I ASK WHY USC IS ONLY a 3-point favorite when compared side by side statistically, and personnel-wise. And which awards will Trojan players take home this post season? Support Us By Supporting Our Sponsors! LinkedIn LinkedIn jobs helps you find the candidates you want to talk to, faster. Post your job for free at Linkedin.com/lockedoncollege Terms and conditions apply. Built Bar Built Bar is a protein bar that tastes like a candy bar. Go to builtbar.com and use promo code “LOCKEDON15,” and you'll get 15% off your next order. BetOnline BetOnline.net has you covered this season with more props, odds and lines than ever before. BetOnline – Where The Game Starts! SimpliSafe With Fast Protect™️ Technology, exclusively from SimpliSafe, 24/7 monitoring agents capture evidence to accurately verify a threat for faster police response. There's No Safe Like SimpliSafe. Visit SimpliSafe.com/LockedOnCollege to learn more. Upside Download the FREE Upside App at https://upside.app.link/locked to get $5 or more cash back on your first purchase of $10 or more. Omaha Steaks Omaha Steaks is a gift from the heart – a gift that will be remembered with every unforgettable bite. Order with complete confidence today knowing you're ordering the very best. Visit OmahaSteaks.com use promo code LOCKEDON at checkout to get that EXTRA $30 OFF your order. Listen where ever you get podcasts: APPLE: https://apple.co/3Aveb9o SPOTIFY: https://spoti.fi/3Reye1r GOOGLE: https://bit.ly/3bHmlAT Follow Marc! TWITTER: https://twitter.com/MarcKulkin Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In this edition of the Peristyle Podcast hosts Ryan Abraham and Chris Trevino are back in studio LIVE talking about USC finishing off the regular season with a stellar 11-1 record following Saturday night's 38-27 win over rival Notre Dame. The guys talk about what that means for the Trojans in the big picture including what is at stake Friday night in Las Vegas facing off against Utah in the Pac-12 championship game including an opportunity for USC to make the College Football Playoff for the very first time. The game will also be a great opportunity for quarterback Caleb Williams to put the finishing touches on what will likely be his Heisman Trophy winning season. Williams will try to add to his 44 total touchdowns against just three turnovers and become the eighth Trojan to win the Heisman. If you have a question for Ryan and Chris you can drop them an email at podcast@uscfootball.com. Please review, rate and subscribe to the Peristyle Podcast on Apple Podcasts! Thanks to Trader Joe's for sponsoring the Peristyle Podcast! Make sure you check out USCFootball.com for complete coverage of this USC Trojan football team.  To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Exactly one year ago today USC athletic director Mike Bohn shocked the college football world and hired head coach Lincoln Riley away from Oklahoma. What a difference a year makes, going from 4-8 to 11-1 with a shot at the Pac-12 Championship, the College Football Playoffs and a Heisman Trophy winner. Coach Harvey Hyde gives his thoughts on the quick and decisive turnaround Riley has made for this Trojan football program, capped by the controlling 38-27 victory over rival Notre Dame Saturday night in the Coliseum. Coach Hyde talks about the huge national exposure this USC football team is receiving with fans excited and alumni fired up about the program, right where he thinks the Trojans should be.  For the second week in a row Hyde loved the way this USC defense was able to take away the soul of both the UCLA and Notre Dame programs, running the football. The defense played hard and fast and forced both the Bruins and the Irish to play outside of their comfort zone instead of relying on their bread and butter, run-first mentality. Once again the Trojans were able to take care of the ball and force turnovers, doing just enough to allow the offense to keep ND in the distance. Speaking of the offense, quarterback Caleb Williams continues to mystify and frustrate opposing defenses by showing off his moves and abilities and having fun while he's doing it. Coach Hyde loves that this offense believes it can run the football now and thinks Austin Jones is a great back who runs hard and it really hard to stop. Williams has proven himself to be the most important player in the country when it comes to his team winning and Hyde thinks he is a lock to become USC's eighth Heisman Trophy winner. Looking ahead to Friday night in Las Vegas Coach Hyde thinks USC is a different team now and that the Trojans have come together as a program. The game with Utah in Salt Lake City should be very different than the Pac-12 Championship Game in Las Vegas and Coach Hyde wants to see USC try and take away the Utes ground game and of course limit tight end Dalton Kincaid's contributions this time around. Please review, rate and subscribe to the Peristyle Podcast on Apple Podcasts! Thanks to Trader Joe's for sponsoring the Peristyle Podcast! Make sure you check out USCFootball.com for complete coverage of this USC Trojan football team.  To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

It's Brand against the family, as Oberon works behind the scenes to set up the showdown in Tir-na Nog'th. At the same time, Martin is returned to Amber, but as something of a Trojan horse. In this episode we cover the final two chapters of The Hand of Oberon, leading up to perhaps the largest reveal of the entire series.

A look at Low Clans, the etymology of the word sphincter, and the option of of a Trojan statue. * Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/WoDarkAges * Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/725170861612795 * New Hero In Town by Kevin MacLeodLink: https://incompetech.filmmusic.io/song/5742-new-hero-in-townLicense: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

After early season stumbles against Marshall and Stanford, it appeared that Notre Dame wouldn't be able to present much of a challenge against USC in the regular season finale. The Irish come into LA on Saturday winners of 5 straight, but that shouldn't give Trojan fans too much pause about their biggest non-conference rival. On today's episode of Locked On Pac-12, Spencer McLaughlin is joined by senior writer/editor at BeaverBlitz.com, Carter Bahns, to go through the Saturday slate of games in rivalry week. In the game formerly known as the Civil War, Oregon State at Reser stadium in Corvallis has the opportunity to play spoiler for the Ducks--and their team, combined with the situation of the game, could allow them to do just that. Washington needs help to reach the Pac-12 Championship Game, but first they have to take care of business against Washington St in the Apple Cup--in Pullman, and the Cougs have won three straight in impressive fashion. Spencer and Carter go through the biggest questions for both teams heading into the latest edition of one of the oldest rivalries in the Pac-12. Support Us By Supporting Our Sponsors! LinkedIn LinkedIn jobs helps you find the candidates you want to talk to, faster. Post your job for free at Linkedin.com/lockedoncollege Terms and conditions apply. Built Bar Built Bar is a protein bar that tastes like a candy bar. Go to builtbar.com and use promo code “LOCKEDON15,” and you'll get 15% off your next order. BetOnline BetOnline.net has you covered this season with more props, odds and lines than ever before. BetOnline – Where The Game Starts! Underdog Fantasy Sign up on underdogfantasy.com with the promo code LOCKED ON and get your first deposit doubled up to $100! SimpliSafe With Fast Protect™️ Technology, exclusively from SimpliSafe, 24/7 monitoring agents capture evidence to accurately verify a threat for faster police response. There's No Safe Like SimpliSafe. Visit SimpliSafe.com/LockedOnCollege to learn more. Upside Download the FREE Upside App at https://upside.app.link/locked to get $5 or more cash back on your first purchase of $10 or more. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Новый выпуск радиошоу Stereo World порадует тебя свежими танцевальными треками от продюсеров со всего света! Слушай новинки от David Guetta, Tiesto, DJ Trojan, а также от моего хорошего друга Niceshoes! Подписывайся на DJ Trojan: * VK: vk.com/dj_trojan_official * Яндекс Музыка: music.yandex.ru/artist/1235327… * Telegram: t.me/dj_trojan * Все ссылки в одном месте: linktr.ee/dj_trojan

Mark is joined by Eric Stephens from the podcast File Under: Entertainment to discuss college football. Let's Get Ready For Good, Old Fashion Rivalries! SEC Conspiracies, Lane Kiffin Might Go To Auburn, Coach of the Year Candidates, NCAA Videogame Delayed, Mike Leach Being Mike Leach, Baylor Girl Cries Instead of Storming the Field, Aggies Fire a Cannon In Praying Players Faces, Vandy Storms the Field Super Classy, Week 12 CFB Roundup, Week 13 Preview, and THE GAME Gets Jilted for Game of the Week In Favor of Irish/Trojans. Jared from the podcast Feathers & Friends and Rev from the Yeah, So? Podcast join us to determine the Best Holiday Sports Moments of All Time. Lane Kiffin Is King Sh*tposter & More! It's RIVALRY WEEK LET'S FRIGGIN GO!!! America's Favorite Cat Based Podcast Trivia Game - "What's Wrigley Watching" is Presented By Chewy.com - Today's episode was brought to you by NerdGambler.com #NERDG #RIVALRYWEEK #WEEK13 #CFP #CollegeFootball #IrishTrojans

Following USC's dramatic 48-45 win over UCLA at the Rose Bowl, Daily Trojan staffers Chris Bibona, Jack Hallinan and Kyle Frankel react to one of the most consequential victories in recent history for Trojan football. To end the show, the trio discusses the playoff implications of USC's final home game Saturday against Notre Dame. Music by QubeSounds via Pixabay.

The regular season may be winding down, but the Troy Boyz feel that this Trojan team is just getting started. Join us this week as we celebrate another big win and prepare for our final regular season game in Jonesboro against the scarlet puppies! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/troyboyz/message

The CPG Guys, PVSB and Sri are joined in this episode by Surabhi Pokhriyal Chief Digital Growth Officer of Church & Dwight, a world leader in household and personal care products. Their global brands include ARM &HAMMER®, Batiste™, OxiClean™, Trojan™, XTRA™, Nair™, First Response™, Spinbrush™, Orajel™, vitafusion™,Li'l Critters™, Water Pik®, FLAWLESS®, Zicam® and TheraBreath®. Follow Surabhi Pokhriyal on LinkedIn at: https://www.linkedin.com/in/surabhi-pokhriyal-44bb3b1/Follow Church & Dwight on LinkedIn at: https://www.linkedin.com/company/church-&-dwight-co-inc/Follow Church & Dwight online at: https://churchdwight.com/Surabhi answers these questions:1) You have spent your career working with several consumer goods companies across the world and being on the brand side and consulting side. Tell us more about your career journey. And what advice you have for others seeking a similar journey2) What are you seeing these days across the industry, rapid omnichannel growth or has it really slowed down since covid ended and is it a permanent tilt to digital/ecommerce? Should all brands be leaning into digital and competing now with digital native brands? 3) Tell us a bit more about how organizations think these days about attracting, developing and retaining talent. Everyone is chasing hard to come by digital talent where the pool is becoming bigger but so is the competition 4) What soft skills do you value the most and how do you train your teams for those?5) Companies are doubling down efforts on DE&I. What is your take on it and how do you see that coming to life these days?6) Tell us more about your ideas on mentorship, and especially in elevating women7) Let's discuss capabilities. What are the top must have capabilities for a CPG brand to drive omnichannel growth? 8) DTC. Myth or must have for brands? Why should a brand well penetrated with retail distribution focus on DTC9) Given the last 2 years and digital lean in - what is your advice for brands going forward? Is the store trip returning?CPG Guys Website: http://CPGguys.comFMCG Guys Website: http://FMCGguys.comCPG Scoop Website: http://CPGscoop.comRetailWit Website: http://retailwit.comDISCLAIMER: The content in this podcast episode is provided for general informational purposes only. By listening to our episode, you understand that no information contained in this episode should be construed as advice from CPGGUYS, LLC or the individual author, hosts, or guests, nor is it intended to be a substitute for research on any subject matter. Reference to any specific product or entity does not constitute an endorsement or recommendation by CPGGUYS, LLC. The views expressed by guests are their own and their appearance on the program does not imply an endorsement of them or any entity they represent.  CPGGUYS LLC expressly disclaims any and all liability or responsibility for any direct, indirect, incidental, special, consequential or other damages arising out of any individual's use of, reference to, or inability to use this podcast or the information we presented in this podcast.

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As the world's first move-to-earn NFT game, Genopets is making it fun and rewarding to live an active lifestyle.Co-founder and CEO Albert Chen joins Brian Friel to discuss Genopets' unique approach to web3 gaming. Show Notes: 00:56 - What is GenoPets?01:33 - Tracked by Mobile03:00 - Geopets similar to Tamagotchi03:44 - Background / Why build on Solana06:56 - User demographics08:33 - Thinking about an in-game economy10:57 - How to use GenoPets14:00 - SFTs and Crossovers with other games15:14 - Sustainability for in-game economy18:35  - What's next on the Roadmap     19:38 - Turn-based battles                20:21 - A builder he admires             22:02 - Contact info       Full Transcript: Brian (00:05):Hey everyone and welcome to the Zeitgeist, the show where we highlight the founders, developers, and designers who are pushing the web 3.0 space forward. I'm Brian Friel, developer relations at Phantom, and I'm super excited to introduce our guests today, Albert Chen. Albert is the co-founder, CEO and CTO of Genopets, a revolutionary note, free-to-play NFT game that's on mobile and is already at 300,000 plus users. Albert, welcome to the show.Albert (00:34):Hey, thanks Brian. Great to be here. Huge fan of Phantom as well.Brian (00:38):Excited to be talking with you as well, big fans of what you guys have been up to. I think there's a lot of folks listening to this podcast who may have heard what Genopets is. They made a scene, a few Genopets flying around on Twitter. But for the uninitiated, can you give us a little overview of who you are and then also what is Genopets?Albert (00:56):Yeah, so Genopets is a free-to-play move-to-earn NFT mobile game that makes it fun and rewarding to live an active lifestyle. A Genopet is a digital pet that you own and it evolves and grows as you become more active in life. The steps that you take every day powers your journey through the Genoverse as you explore battle and evolve, and you have the ability to earn and create NFTs while you play it.Brian (01:22):That's super cool. And so this is all tied to mobile, is that correct? Essentially you're able to track steps, an end user, how active they are throughout the day and have that influence the actual NFT?Albert (01:34):Yeah, exactly. So we are a native mobile app that you can now download from the app store for iOS and the Google Play store for Androids. We have a clear separation of concern in terms of our mobile app and our web app. So we also have a web app, and that's our web 3.0 platform that you can access through the Phantom browser actually. We made it mobile first so it's compatible on mobile devices as well as your desktop. These two experiences are separated for good reason. The mobile game experience is targeted towards any gamers and/or any fitness fanatic because it's very easy to download and just get started.(02:12):Once you download the app, you can summon a Genopet by answering a survey. Then once you get your Genopet, you can start leveling up and evolving it and caring for it. It's not until you want to really explore the other side, the NFT side of the game that you have to create a wallet, connect your account on our web app, and you can buy a Habitat and do crafting. We consider web 3.0 an expansion pack to the mobile game experience.Brian (02:37):I love the phrasing of that. It reminds me a lot of something like a Tamagotchi if you were around in the '90s like that long ago, or Pokemon kind of being tied in with this pet that can do battles, but you have to care for it and it's reflective of you and you kind of develop your own personal relationship and. I think that makes a lot of sense to kind of tie on the web 3.0 NFT component as an added on bonus to that.Albert (03:01):Yeah, absolutely. It's funny that you mentioned Tamagotchi because the first phase of our game loop, we literally internally call it the Tamagotchi loop because it's about growing your pet, caring for it, and then when we come out with Augmentation, you can customize your pet to look however you want. So that completes a whole game loop of what we call the Tamagotchi loop.Brian (03:20):That's super cool. You mentioned kind of the early days there, you guys calling it the Tamagotchi loop early on. I'm curious to hear maybe a little more before we dive into Genopets about your background specifically. You have a really unique framing of, you have this web 2.0-like game with a web 3.0 expansion pack. What is your background specifically and what led you to want to build a game in this way? And then why also did you choose Solana?Albert (03:44):Me personally, I've been a web developer since, I mean as early as 1999. Back then I was just building fun web experiences. I guess back then you could call it web 1.0. We wrote Perl scripts and that ran on websites that allowed us to build discussion boards and guess books and such. That's where I really came from. And then I started doing consumer products such as houseware goods. There was a brand that my co-founder, Ben and I, created called Unbrands. It was a line of products that allow you to hang anything on the wall anywhere without the damaging your wall. So we did that and we had a whole eCommerce layer to it, and this was in the early 2010s. And because of that, we've been working together for over a decade now and got into blockchain together in 2017.(04:32):One of our dreams was to solve this crisis that we see in the next 50 years of humanity, which is a lot of jobs that used to have value are slowly taken over by Ai and we want to be able to allow people to earn passive income through one way or another.(04:50):When we discovered blockchain, we thought it was a really good way of unlocking that. So in 2018 we had a project on the EOS blockchain called GeneOs. GeneOS was a decentralized health data marketplace. Essentially we wanted to create this rental marketplace for health data that allows people to monetize it and rent it to pharmaceutical companies or researchers that needed. We won the EOS Global Hackathon in 2018.(05:16):What ended up happening was we realized that that model was too top down instead of bottom up. There wasn't a lot of demand for this kind of data, at least not now in the technology for it. It doesn't exist yet, it requires a lot of progress and zero knowledge, machine learning and stuff. So we closed that down in 2020. And Ben, my co-founder, had the idea that the health data doesn't have to be boring, it can be something fun. What if it was represented as a pet? And back then we originally, our idea was that your health data would be an NFT and your NFT, it was a more boring version of NFT where your NFT would just be metadata on what your health records look like. But it was his idea that we can make that health record look like an actual pet that evolves as you become healthier.(06:06):So that was a breakthrough. And in 2021 we decided to relaunch the project, and this time on Solana because when we were evaluating different blockchains in the spring and summer of 2021, Solana was just coming up and I was very impressed with the TPS and the community that was growing behind it at the time. And to this day, I still think it's one of the biggest successes in Layer 1 history.Brian (06:28):That's so cool. That framing too of using health data and making it actually fun and something that turning it from this kind of dull dead thing that you don't care about to now it's represented as this ever evolving pet that you have an emotional attachment to, you care about, you want to continue to nurture that. That's a really cool framing. I love that.(06:47):I guess turning back to Genopets now, can you give us a sense of who your users are, maybe where they're distributed in the world?Albert (06:55):Yeah, we have a pretty global audience. Everyone around the world, pretty much every country you can think of. But our largest communities are in Japan, US, France, Russia, and India actually. This is just by the amount of activity that happens in our Discord. We have a fairly large Discord community by our players. The demographics is interesting. When we did a survey a few months ago, 70% of our players did not have any prior crypto experience before coming onto our platform. So we really think that web 3.0 gaming is going to be the springboard to get people onboarded into web 3.0.Brian (07:32):Oh, wow.Albert (07:33):We call it a Trojan horse of web 3.0.Brian (07:35):Yeah, I've definitely heard that Trojan Horse analogy before. That's pretty wild. 72%?Albert (07:41):70%. Every time that we measure this metric, it's actually going up. So there's a metric that we measure internally, which is what percentage of our players have never touched the blockchain while playing Genopets. And right now it's 80% as of last week.Brian (07:55):Wow, that's wild. I'm curious. You have this global audience across a number of different countries. I'd say we see as well in Phantom, like the US, certain parts of EU and certain parts of Asia as well are like there's some fairly crypto native communities there. But then as you're expanding that global reach, it doesn't surprise me that you're saying almost 70 to 80% of folks aren't touching blockchains. How do you think about that when you're designing a game that has these economic components as well? I mean, I know that you guys are free-to-play. Is that a big factor into that decision making and how do you kind of think high level about creating an in-game economy?Albert (08:33):From the very beginning, free-to-play has been one of the key pillars of how we wanted to build this economy. The thinking is that there's a whole other meta game inside of Genopets that's optional for the player, and that's the ability to become a merchant in this world. What that means is when you're playing the mobile Genopets' game, you don't have to think about how your items are received. If you want to level up your pet a little faster or you want that really cool weapon or really cool body part that we call Augment, you can just buy it directly on the mobile app. And on the other side of that transaction will be the merchant class player that cares a little bit more about the earning aspect of the game that are a little more crypto savvy. They can then log into our web 3.0 portal, connect their phantom wallet, buy a Habitat, and start crafting all kinds of items that people can use in the game.(09:30):So we like to call this the seller central, as an Amazon, the seller central of our game experience. So you have the demand side of the economy, which is made up of all players in the world, the same as any free-to-play game. And then you have the supply side, which in traditional gaming would be the game publisher, but here it's a little different, right? So we have the players create items for other players to consume and we take a fee in that.(10:00):The idea is that when you start enabling that, then you kind of get into a flywheel where if more people play, then more people will want to craft items and then there will be more content for people to consume and drives the other side of economy and you have this network effect that happens. Now, the end goal here is that through the governance of the actual game itself, the community can create new items themselves with stats that people vote on and move them into the game and complete this entire loop and allow this ecosystem to grow by itself.Brian (10:31):That's super cool. You mentioned a couple terms in there, I just want to hit on real quick. You mentioned crafting, which I feel like is this whole extra element to the game. There's Habitats as well. Habitats though being distinct NFTs separate from your actual Genopets for myself and also for folks listening as an end user, if I wanted to come and check out Genopets today, what should I be going to first? How do I kind of orient myself in this world where there's all these different components?Albert (10:57):Your Genopet is the main character that you use to play this game. It does not have to be an NFT. If you want, you can just download the app and you can create a Genopet. Later on, we will enable the ability to mint these Genopets as NFTs on chain after it reaches a certain level.(11:14):But if you want to go one step further into the game economy, the next step is looking at Habitats. So what Habitats are, they are NFTs where your Genopets can live in. But its main ability is the ability to mint SFTs and NFTs. It can convert the energy that you gain by walking in the game into what we call our KI token. The KI token is the main utility token in our ecosystem that drives everything.(11:42):So this mechanic is already out on Mainnet. We have tens of thousands of people using these on chain programs every day. What's coming in the next few weeks is the crafting part of it. So right now your Habitats can refine crystals every day, and these are building blocks of the game. Eventually these crystals can be combined to create Augments for your pet or toys or energy boosts, and these are items that you must have a Habitat in order to create.(12:11):We've created this program, an on chain program, that utilizes randomness to create what we call on chain loot box system. So every time you craft it, we have a bunch of recipes. The discovery of the recipe components is fun in itself, but the main mechanic that we're using here is that every time you craft, there's a different possibility of what item you end up getting. You can get a rare item or a common item or an uncommon item. It's almost like a digital booster pack. So components or ingredients in, item out. That's what crafting is. And then the end item, you can use endgame for energy boosts or you can use it to customize your Genopet, change your color of your Genopet, or add attributes, add attacks or defenses, what we call moves when we eventually launch battle.Brian (12:59):That's super cool. And then all these that you just mentioned, you mentioned the energy boosts, a lot of these are SFTs on Solana today?Albert (13:06):That's correct, yeah. So the only NFTs that we have right now are Genopets and Habitats, and that's because they're all unique. Items are SFTs because they are semi-unique, let's say. So like earth crystals for example, one earth crystal should not be different from another earth crystal. So to save for a variety of reasons, engineering reasons, enforcement of training fees and all of that, we prefer and we decided to build all of these items as SFTs and it's been working very well for us.Brian (13:39):That's super cool. I'm curious, and this might be getting too much into sharing deep roadmap stuff, but given that these things are on chain, they're SFTs, there's a world in which they could compose with other programs outside of Genopets, have you guys thought about that as well? Maybe having crossovers with other games or other DeFi platforms of some kind?Albert (14:00):Oh yeah, absolutely. It's a huge part of why we even built this economy on chain, right? Without the composability aspect of it, there is no point. We could just use a private database. Right now we are in talks with some DeFi protocols. I mean the whole SFT trading platform was built on Serum with the help of Magic Eden. So Magic Eden composes Serum where our SFTs are trading. And because they are SFTs, they can be probably put into an AMM a lot easier and you can probably do some kind of staking with it. So that's all future roadmap stuff and we're going to see where it goes. But yes, absolutely. Composability. I know it's something that everybody says, but it is definitely a huge part of what we do.Brian (14:43):Yeah, that's super cool. Exciting to think that you guys are thinking along those lines as well. I guess switching back, you mentioned KI token as well. We hit on it briefly with the fact that you guys are free-to-play, but do you have any thoughts on maybe more broadly for if there's a game developer listening to this, any sort of principles you're keeping in mind for when you're developing kind of a sustainable in-game economy? We've seen a few examples with Stepn that gain massive adoption quickly and then fizzle out. I'm curious, did you guys have any kind of guiding principles that guide you on this journey?Albert (15:15):So I think sustainable at game economy is something that everyone's trying to figure out and nobody has really been able to get it correct yet. Our high level vision is what I was describing earlier. If you make it so that the economy is based on people trading with one another instead of the money being paid in by newcomers into the ecosystem, then it can be more sustainable. However, it's not as simple as saying just removing growth from the equation and all is good. You still need growth, but it has to be sustainable in a way that growth contributes to the game economy in a slow but steady manner.(15:53):So one of the things that we designed in the very beginning is that if you want to earn KI tokens, you have to pay into the economy somehow. So this whole concept of free-to-play to earn doesn't really exist in the sense that you can earn for free. You can play for free, but if you want to earn, then you have to invest in either a Habitat or someone has to terraform, that's the word we use for create. Someone has to create a Habitat for you to rent and convert your energy into KI tokens. So that's number one, which is you always have to have some kind of pay in.(16:29):The second part is making sure that the growth is sustainable. So we constantly measure our emissions versus burn. We've been doing a decent job at it. I think we are still under, in terms of the net KI emitted in the last two months. So we've been live, our earning part of the game has been live for two months now. We've had some ups and downs. We went through a three week period where it was a very high net emissions. Then we started changing some rules around.(16:57):One of the biggest rule changes that we made was that level 1 pets cannot earn as much energy as let's say a level 22 pet. Before, it was already the case, but the difference wasn't that high. And that meant that you didn't have to put in that much work to start earning the maximum amount, which was not sustainable. Once we've changed that, our emission schedule decreased quite significantly and it's looking fairly healthy. But as I said earlier, you can't just take growth out of the equation. We do have to still grow users. We still have to introduce crafting to make sure that there's demand for the content. And at the end of the day, if you have growing demand for content, then it would be sustainable in the long term.Brian (17:40):It's such a tricky problem that's above my head. It's all the gig of brains are figuring out the engineering, the economy around this. But it's really exciting that you guys are already seeing this kind of organic growth and excitement around this. I think it makes a ton of sense.Albert (17:53):Yeah. And it's super hard. Everything is hard mode right now because we're in deep winter, so no one's really speculating. No one's trying to buy thousands of dollars in NFTs thinking they'll make their money back in a few months. So you really have to get the fundamentals correct. Yeah, it's very different from Axie Infinity or a Stepn, the times have changed.Brian (18:14):Yeah, yeah. You guys get a chance to lay the right foundation though in the bear market. There's been many stories of that, even Solana being one of them, that generational crypto companies are built in the bear market.(18:26):I guess you hit on it a little bit with some experiments you guys are thinking around composability. Is there anything else that you can share with us for what's next on your guys' roadmap?Albert (18:35):Yeah, so like I mentioned earlier, I think on chain crafting is going to be a huge one. Once on chain crafting is out, there's a lot of composability elements that you can create just on chain. We'll leave that up to the creativity of the community. That's the biggest one because we needed to start completing our Tamagotchi loop, which ends with augmentation. Augmentation is when you craft an item that has a body part, you can switch out the body part of your pet and immediately reflect on chain and end game. So that's the biggest thing that's going to happen in the next two, three months. And then after that it's battle. So we're going to allow people to... I mean, once you start customizing your pet and your pet looks super cool, what's next? You obviously want to compete with other people. That will be our battle loop. The battle loop is something that we really look forward to because that will complete the second phase of our game, and that is likely when we will start ungating the game for the rest of the world.Brian (19:32):Is this battle loop that you're foreshadowing here, is this turn-based battle? Or is this more live action pet battles?Albert (19:38):It's turn-based battle. You can think of it as small mini games, reaction games, and then it's partly skilled based and then partly attribute based. So the stronger a pet is, the easier it is for them to win and battle. And there's going to be elemental parts of it as well so there's some strategy involved.Brian (19:57):I love it. Young gamer me right now is itching to get my hands on some Genopets right now, so we'll have to follow after the show on that.Albert (20:05):Yeah, that would be awesome.Brian (20:06):Well, Albert, this has been an awesome discussion. Really appreciate you coming on and sharing the vision of Genopets and what you guys have all been up to. One closing question we always ask all our guests, and I want to know from you as well, is who is a builder that you admire in the Solana ecosystem?Albert (20:21):Yeah, so that's a great question because there's so many great builders in Solana, but there's one guy that I've worked with in the past for our KI token launch actually that I greatly admire, and that's Noah Prince from Strata Protocol. I just think he has a giga brain that's able to figure out one of the hardest things in the token launch ecosystem. And he did it so well and I haven't seen a protocol that's done it better since then. And when we worked together, there were some small bugs that we had when we were using their protocol and he just hopped on it right away and within a few hours fixed everything, submitted a pull request, and then we were able to pull from that and launch our KI token pretty quickly. So I got to say it's him.Brian (21:05):Oh, that's awesome. So you guys used Strata actually to launch KI?Albert (21:08):Yeah. Yeah, we launched KI on Strata. It was an interesting one because you never know what's going to happen. It was a three day sale. And the first two days there were almost no volume and you're like, "Ugh, God, we're not going to sell out. This is bad." And it turns out every, it's like a game of chicken. Everyone's just waiting. And as soon as somebody start buying, we had almost 2 million sold in a few hours. It's a crazy journey.Brian (21:32):Yeah. Market wide incentives like that happening in real time, it's pretty cool to see. And I totally echo the sentiment around him as well. I think he goes by @redacted_noah on Twitter. He was actually paramount to work with me when we were first getting SFT support in Phantom actually earlier this year as well.Albert (21:48):Oh, awesome. I didn't know that. That's fantastic.Brian (21:51):He's everywhere at once. We'll have to tag him on Twitter to let him know that. Shout out.Albert (21:56):Awesome. Yeah.Brian (21:57):Well, Albert, this has been awesome. Really appreciate you coming on. Where can folks go to learn more about Genopets?Albert (22:02):Yeah, they can go on our website, genopets.me or follow our Twitter, @Genopets, and they can get all the information there.Brian (22:10):Awesome. Love it. Albert Chen, founder, CEO, CTO of Genopets, thanks for coming on.Albert (22:15):Thanks Brian. That was fun.

Friend of the podcast, Thomas Gleaton is back to discuss the Sun Belt bowl picture and go over the conference's procedures. What happens if Coastal makes the New Year's Six? Who plays in the Superdome! We talk about all this and more on the podcast so lets talk about it!

Sunday night Tunnel Vision is back with USCFootball.com's Shotgun Spratling and Chris Trevino along with intern Jack Smith in studio talking about one of the most memorable and exciting football games in USC history, a 48-45 Trojan victory over UCLA in the Rose Bowl that secured a trip to Las Vegas to play for the Pac-12 Championship in Lincoln Riley's first season. The 10-1 Trojans, now ranked No. 5 in the latest AP Poll, also keep their College Football Playoff hope alive with an opportunity to play two more ranked teams to end the season, No. 13 Notre Dame on Saturday followed by either No. 10 Oregon, No. 12 Utah or No. 14 Washington in the conference championship the following Friday. Two wins and the Trojans have an excellent chance at making the first College Football Playoff appearance in program history. The team talks about how crazy of a game this was, giving their perspective from being on the field at the Rose Bowl. A record performance for quarterback Caleb Williams who is front and center in the Heisman race and another huge turnover night for the USC defense including a game clinching interception for Korey Foreman.  This is a podcast version of our video show Tunnel Vision that you can find on our Facebook or YouTube pages. Make sure you check out USCFootball.com for complete coverage of this USC Trojan football team.  To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

The Trojans won the 92nd version of the Crosstown Showdown 48-45 at the Rose Bowl and secured their spot in the PAC-12 Conference Championship Game. It took a comeback from the offense after falling behind 14-0. USC's opportunistic defense showed why they're capable of making plays that are championship worthy when Korey Foreman secured the victory on Dorian Thompson-Robinson's 3rd INT of the game. The Trojan defense created 4 turnovers for the game. And now that USC is 10-1, they are also in the AP Top-5 Poll ahead of Tuesday's CFP Playoff Poll. Support Us By Supporting Our Sponsors! LinkedIn LinkedIn jobs help you find the candidates you want to talk to, faster. Post your job for free at Linkedin.com/lockedoncollege Terms and conditions apply. Built Bar Built Bar is a protein bar that tastes like a candy bar. Go to builtbar.com and use promo code “LOCKEDON15,” and you'll get 15% off your next order. BetOnline BetOnline.net has you covered this season with more props, odds, and lines than ever before. BetOnline – Where The Game Starts! Underdog Fantasy Sign up on underdogfantasy.com with the promo code LOCKED ON and get your first deposit doubled up to $100! SimpliSafe With Fast Protect™️ Technology, exclusively from SimpliSafe, 24/7 monitoring agents capture evidence to accurately verify a threat for faster police response. There's No Safe Like SimpliSafe. Visit SimpliSafe.com/LockedOnCollege to learn more. Upside Download the FREE Upside App at https://upside.app.link/locked to get $5 or more cash back on your first purchase of $10 or more. Listen where ever you get podcasts: APPLE: https://apple.co/3Aveb9o SPOTIFY: https://spoti.fi/3Reye1r GOOGLE: https://bit.ly/3bHmlAT Follow Marc! TWITTER: https://twitter.com/MarcKulkin Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

For obvious reasons, Amanda is trying to void the lease that Taylor signed with Matt; for equally obvious reasons, she's annoyed that Kyle doesn't seem to care where Taylor lives or what she does. Then Amanda overhears Peter yelling at Taylor about her pregnancy, and tells Kyle about it. And when Kyle asks Taylor about it, she says that not only is it true...but that Kyle must be the father because Peter is sterile. Obviously, Peter is not thrilled that this rumor about him is going around the complex, until Taylor tells him that they can use this lie to break up Kyle and Amanda and reunite with their original partners. Coop has arranged for his extremely offscreen fancy surgeon friend to operate on Michael's hands; Jennifer uses this potentially dangerous moment in Michael's life to manipulate Megan into spending time with him again. It's lucky for Coop that everyone's too self-involved to notice how much attention he is paying to everything anyone says about Michael in his presence. Craig is still raw from the loss of Sydney, though not so raw that he isn't still going to the office of his new fake company to half-ass his job. Not even Jennifer's grief-inspired sexual surrogacy can get him back on track, so -- mere days after they all left and collapsed D&D -- Amanda's former employees would like her to perform a hostile takeover of Sky High and hire them all back, please. And who knows: Craig might even appreciate that too, if it gives him more time to plot against Sam. Rejoice: we're flying in with our podcast on "The Trojan Stork"!Visual AidsVisual Aids S06.E02Show NotesShow notes for this episode can be viewed on this episode's page on AgainWithThisPodcast.com.Falling For Christmas on NetflixFollow Us@awt90210 on TwitterAgainWithThisPodcast.comCall Us210.920.4699 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week on the Peristyle Podcast Coach Harvey Hyde and Ryan Abraham give their thoughts on a very special game for the USC football team, not just for the young Lincoln Riley era, but for the history of the Trojan football program and the Rose Bowl itself. After falling behind 14-0 early on, Riley and the Trojans fought back thanks to the arm of Caleb Williams, the legs of Austin Jones and the turnovers forced by USC's opportunistic defense, none bigger than former five-star Korey Foreman's interception of Dorian Thompson-Robinson during UCLA's last minute comeback attempt. The guys also talk about how injuries impacted the game with the loss of one very important player, running back Travis Dye, and the return of what turned into another very important player, wide receiver Jordan Addison. With Dye out for the remainder of the season Jones knew he would have to step up and he used Dye as inspiration, writing the No. 26 on his wrist in tribute to his fallen teammate. Jones didn't disappoint, rushing 21 times for 120 yards and two touchdowns and adding four catches on as many targets for 57 yards. And after a quiet return against Colorado last week Addison broke out big time, catching 11 passes on 13 targets for 178 yards and a 35-yard touchdown that Williams dropped perfectly into his arms down the right sideline. After the game the rush of emotions from players and coaches out on the field were tangible. The Trojans took the high road during the week and didn't make any comments about their hatred towards UCLA or what they planned to do, unlike DTR, who declared they would put up 60 on USC like they did last year. The guys took all of that in and let their play speak for itself Saturday night and when it was over there was an outpouring of emotion everywhere you looked. Players gathered around the Victory Bell taking their turns to ring it, putting up four's-down hand signals and joining in with the Trojan Marching Band as they played Tusk almost on repeat after the game. There were also long embraces between players and coaches including guys who had difficult journeys in their USC playing career to get to a place this high. Foreman stands out for sure, but guys like Kyle Ford and Tuli Tuipulotu and Calen Bullock who were on this 4-8 squad last year and are enjoying every minute of what Tuipulotu called their "revenge tour." Somehow in Riley's first campaign at Troy he has his squad in the Pac-12 Championship game after his 10-1 overall start and 8-1 in conference and there is even more to play for beyond a conference title. His Trojans, with a win over Notre Dame next weekend, will likely be playing for the program's first College Football Playoff berth in Las Vegas. If USC wins out and finishes Pac-12 champions at 12-1, it seems highly unlikely that the committee would leave the Trojans out. There is still a long way to go, but for all of this to be on the table in Riley's first campaign is remarkable. Please review, rate and subscribe to the Peristyle Podcast on Apple Podcasts! Thanks to Trader Joe's for sponsoring the Peristyle Podcast! Make sure you check out USCFootball.com for complete coverage of this USC Trojan football team.  To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Триумфальное возвращение серии русскоязычных песен RUSSIAN PRODUCTION от DJ TROJAN! Твои любимые русские танцевальные треки в часовом миксе. Включай звук на полную! Подписывайся на DJ Trojan: * VK: vk.com/dj_trojan_official * Яндекс Музыка: music.yandex.ru/artist/1235327… * Telegram: t.me/dj_trojan * Все ссылки в одном месте: linktr.ee/dj_trojan

Горячая двадцатка танцевальных новинок в новом часовом миксе от DJ Trojan! Треклист виден друзьям, добавляйся! Подписывайся на DJ Trojan: * VK: vk.com/dj_trojan_official * Яндекс Музыка: music.yandex.ru/artist/1235327… * Telegram: t.me/dj_trojan * Все ссылки в одном месте: linktr.ee/dj_trojan

We have a very special game preview Tunnel Vision with USCFootball.com's Ryan Abraham joined by David Woods from BruinReportOnline to preview the huge matchup between No. 7 USC and No. 16 UCLA Saturday evening at the Rose Bowl. The 9-1 Trojans control their own destiny for the Pac-12 Championship game, a win and they are in. After losing to Arizona on Saturday the Bruins need some help to make it to Las Vegas if they can secure wins against USC and Cal next weekend. Ryan and Dave talk about this huge crosstown showdown featuring two very powerful offenses and two very suspect defenses. Tune in live at this special day and time and get fired up for another exciting Pac-12 match-up for 2022 Trojan football season! This is a podcast version of our video show Tunnel Vision that you can find on our Facebook or YouTube pages. Make sure you check out USCFootball.com for complete coverage of this USC Trojan football team.  To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Встречай новый танцевальный ремикс от DJ Trojan на хит “Позвони Мне” в исполнении DJ SMASH & NIVESTA! Подписывайся на DJ Trojan: * VK: vk.com/dj_trojan_official * Яндекс Музыка: music.yandex.ru/artist/1235327… * Telegram: t.me/dj_trojan * Все ссылки в одном месте: linktr.ee/dj_trojan

Встречай новый танцевальный ремикс от DJ Trojan на хит “Позвони Мне” в исполнении DJ SMASH & NIVESTA! Подписывайся на DJ Trojan: * VK: vk.com/dj_trojan_official * Яндекс Музыка: music.yandex.ru/artist/1235327… * Telegram: t.me/dj_trojan * Все ссылки в одном месте: linktr.ee/dj_trojan

This week on the Peristyle Podcast Coach Harvey Hyde and Ryan Abraham talk about USC's 55-17 win over Colorado in the Coliseum on Friday night. The Trojans needed to build some momentum heading into the rivalry games and they were able to do that with a 38-point win, but it came with a cost, losing running back Travis Dye for the rest of the season. Dye went down with a leg injury in the second quarter and had to be carted off the field in an air cast. After the injury he was surrounded by every single player on the team, showing their support for one of the unquestioned leaders on this squad. Coach talks about what Dye meant to this program and how they will try and fill the void at running back going forward. Coach also talks about why it is great winning on a Friday night, allowing you to watch the rest of your opponents play on Saturday from the comfort of your own couch. He says it was also a great opportunity for this Trojan defense to play with an overmatched opponent and give that side of the ball some confidence and momentum heading into a tough test against UCLA this coming weekend. Speaking of UCLA, with Oregon's loss head coach Lincoln Riley knows his Trojan squad can make the Pac-12 Championship game if they take care of business Saturday evening in the Rose Bowl. A win over the Bruins guarantees a trip to Las Vegas for USC and an opportunity for a conference championship after last year's 4-8 season. Please review, rate and subscribe to the Peristyle Podcast on Apple Podcasts! Thanks to Trader Joe's for sponsoring the Peristyle Podcast! Make sure you check out USCFootball.com for complete coverage of this USC Trojan football team.  To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Join us as we sit down with Olivia Glick, the current president of the Marshall Graduate Student Association, and Scott Abrams, the Full Time MBA Academic Director as we discuss all things Marshall MBA! From tips for the application, to our thoughts on how great the Trojan Family (and Trojan Tailgates) can be! We are here to give you The Inside Scoop.

We are extremely excited to bring you an interview with NYT best-selling author DANIEL KRAUS. Daniel has written two new horror comics with publisher AWA Studios, YEAR ZERO: VOLUME 0 and the upcoming TROJAN. We'll talk comics, Daniel's amazing collaborations on THE SHAPE OF WATER and THE LIVING DEAD, and much, much, more! Check out all of AWA's titles at: https://awastudios.net/

You may remember hearing about ancient Greek hero Ulysses in school lessons. He's the central character in Homer's Odyssey. As legend goes, after fighting for a decade in the Trojan war, Ulysses wandered the world for another 10 years to get back home to his wife and son. On his enforced travels, Ulysses suffered danger, adversity and loneliness throughout. Spanish psychiatrist Joseba Achotegui saw similarities in the plight of modern-day migrants. In 2003, he came up with the term ‘Ulysses Syndrome', to describe the negative feelings that such scenarios can bring on. These ordinary people often have no choice but to behave like heroes. What type of people are affected by Ulysses Syndrome? How is migration linked to Ulysses Syndrome? What are the symptoms of Ulysses Syndrome? In under 3 minutes, we answer your questions! To listen to the latest episodes, click here: What is the Koh-i-noor diamond and why is it causing so many problems for the Queen consort? What is Truth Social? What is the Karpman drama triangle? A Bababam Originals podcast written and produced by Joseph Chance. In partnership with upday UK. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Sure, USC is sitting pretty at 8-1 on the season, but the last two games have not been pretty for the Trojans. Bleav in USC hosts Kristen Lago and Lendale White break down their homecoming weekends and try their best to figure out what's plaguing the Trojan defense. This week, the Trojans host Colorado on Friday — a team with only one win on the season. They'll need a statement victory if they hope to carry any momentum into next week's Crosstown Showdown at UCLA.

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