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ABD emperyalizmi, Trump'ın dümene geçmesinin ardından Batı Asya'da (Ortadoğu) vites arttırmış durumda. Trump bir yandan Filistinli direniş örgütleri üzerindeki baskıyı arttırırken, diğer yandan Yemen'in halen İsrail'e saldırmakta olan tek Direniş Ekseni unsuru olan Ensarullah'ın egemenliği altındaki bölgesinde askerî ve sivil pek çok hedefe saldırıyor. Lübnan'da Hizbullah'a yönelik Siyonist saldırıların da Suriye'de İsrail'in giderek derinleşen ve etkisini arttıran operasyonlarının da ABD'nin isteği dışında meydana gelmediği anlaşılıyor. İran'a yönelik ABD tehdidi ise sürüyor. ABD ve İran arasında önce Umman'da, sonra da İtalya'da devam eden görüşmelerin olumlu bir havada sürdüğü belirtiliyor. Ama bir yandan da ABD emperyalizminin bombardıman uçakları Hint Okyanusu'ndaki Diego Garcia üssüne konuşlanmış durumda. Trump ve Netanyahu ikilisinin Gazze'ye dair planları açık. Netanyahu, Gazze'de başlattığı soykırımı bir etnik arındırma ile taçlandırıp Gazze'yi İsrail toprağı yapmak istiyor. Üzerinde tek bir Filistinli kalmayana dek durmayacak. Trump'ın Gazze planı ise, Netanyahu'nun Siyonist planlarının Trump'a yakışır bir soytarılıkta tekrarından ibaret. 51.000 kişinin katledildiği, taş üstünde taş bırakmaksızın bombalanmış, insanlığın yeni utancı Gazze'de, üstelik soykırım sürerken, bir tatil merkezi yapacağını iddia ediyor!Netanyahu ve Trump'ın küstahlıklarına, haksız birer gaddar oluşlarına öfkeleniyoruz. Yumruklarımızı sıkıyoruz. En ağır bedduaları ediyoruz. Bakın, şimdi Erdoğan'ın dümeninde olduğu istibdad rejimi, birkaç isme “hicret” adı altında bu emperyalist ve Siyonist projeye “İslamî” bir destek vermeye kalksak halkımız ne der?” yoklaması yaptırıyor. Biri “İlmiye Vakfı” kurucusu, diğeri Yeni Şafak yazarı iki şahıs, Gazze'nin derdine dertlenir görüntüsü ile süsledikleri yazılarında geçtiğimiz ay, Gazzelileri Gazze'den çıkarmak gerektiğini, bunun bir “hicret” olacağını, bunun taarruz için geri çekilmek anlamına geldiğini söylüyorlar. Böyle bir utanmazlık tarihte ender görülür cinsten. Gazze'ye aylardır tek koli yardım giremiyor. Bunu yaparak Gazzelileri dizlerinin üzerine çöktürmek, sonra da kapıları açıp, “isteyen gidebilir” demek istiyorlar. Kapının kolunu tutan da anlaşılan bizim istibdad rejimi olacak. Filistin halkının yarısı Gazze'de yaşıyor, böyle bir şeyin bırakın geri dönüş hakkını, iki devletli çözümü dahi tamamen olanaksız kılacağını bilmiyor olamazlar! O halde?Öncelikle şunu ifade edelim. Gazze'yi terk etmek isteyen Filistinlilerin geri dönüş hakkı da gittikleri yerlerdeki yaşamları da bizim için önemlidir. Ama bugün, emperyalizm ve Siyonizm etnik arındırma konusunda gemi azıya almışken, Filistin halkı ise mücadeleye devam ediyorken bu Siyonist planla aynı kapıya çıkacak şeyleri söylemek, ihanettir!Peki nerden çıktı bu hicret lafı? Neden şimdi? Bir hafta öncesine kadar Türkiye ile İsrail'in Suriye üzerindeki rekabetleri dolayısıyla karşı karşıya geldikleri, hatta İsrail'in TSK'nin yerleşeceği üsleri bombaladığı konuşulurken, istibdad rejimi neden bu tür hamlelerle denemeler yapıyor?Cevabı, Trump'ın Netanyahu'yu ağırladığı gün söyledikleri ve Türkiye ile İsrail'in Azerbaycan'da yürüttüğü görüşmelerde aramak gerekiyor. Trump, Netanyahu'nun yanında Erdoğan'ı övüp, “Türkiye ile bir sorununuz varsa, sanırım bunu çözebilirim” derken, ABD emperyalizminin İsrail ile Türkiye'yi belirli bir çizgide uzlaştırmak amacında olduğunu açıkça ifade etti. Azerbaycan'da yürüyen görüşmeler de bu anlamda düşünülmeli. Direniş Ekseni'nin boşalttığı alanları Türkiye ile İsrail arasında paylaştırmak, bir aşamada Filistinlilere ait doğalgazın çalınmasında yarım kalan ortaklık projesine geri dönmek, Batı Asya'yı emperyalistler için dikensiz gül bahçesine çevirmek. Önce “One minute” deyip, sonra Mavi Marmara davasını satmışlardı. El Aksa Tûfânı'ndan bir hafta önce Siyonistlerle görüşüyor, Herzog'u ağırlıyor, Netanyahu'yu ağırlamaya hazırlanıyorlardı. Gazze'de taş üstünde taş kalmamışken yapmazlar mı diyorsunuz?

Cumhurbaşkanı Erdoğan, dün yapılan kabine toplantısının ardından, "Terörsüz Türkiye' hedefimize engelleri aşarak, önyargıları kırarak, fitne ve nifak tuzaklarını bozarak emin adımlarla yürüyoruz." ifadelerini kullandı. Peki, süreç nasıl işleyecek? SETA Dış Politika Araştırmacısı Can Acun ile konuştuk.

Part 2 - Neville speaks with Dr. Larry Larsen, a TSK band member, as the Ten Sleepless Knights commemorate their 55th anniversary with the 2025 Folklife Festival. The festival, which runs from March to July on St. Croix, St. Thomas, and, for the first time, St. John, is more than simply entertainment; it's a chance to pass down traditions to future generations.

Happy Saturday Free Descent Community! Join us this week as we chat with a very unique dive pro, Annick Den Harder. Annick started her dive career in the warm waters of the Caribbean but has graduated from "cocktail diving" to the cold waters of Europe and even Antarctica! In this episode, Annick tells Walter all about her journey to becoming a master instructor, what it's like to train divers in the cold lakes of Switzerland, and all about her cold water discoveries around the world. Want to train with Annick? Find her at TSK, the largest dive operation in Switzerland. TSK - Tauchschule, Tauchshop & Tauchreisen in Zürich und Bern After listening to the episode, reach out to Walter, Myles, and Colton on the Instagram @freedescentpodcast and tell us if you're a: 1. Cocktail diver who believes in the 80-80-80 rule 2. Cold water adventurer   ~Reminder~ Free Descent is intended as entertainment only and should not replace formal dive instruction. Always follow the direction of your divemasters and instructors and remember to dive within the limits of your training and experience. Stay safe and have fun out there!  

V nejnovějším podcastu Dopravní 6 probíráme veřejné setkání k projektu modernizace železniční trati v úseku Veleslavín - Ruzyně, žádosti na zvýšení ceny návštěvnického parkování v oblasti Velvarské, projednání koncepce parkování v Komisi dopravně-bezpečnostní a možnosti úprav Puškinova náměstí. Proběhla jednání k možnému zřízení BUS pruhu na Karlovarské, ke školní ulici Pod Marjánkou a k tramvajovému návozu fanoušků na budoucí stadion na Strahově. Komise pro pěší na magistrátu ocenila projekt rekonstrukce ulice Čs. armády a proběhlo jednání s TSK o možnosti předrezervačního systému k pronájmu míst v parkovacím domě na Dědině. Jednal také spolek PAR, který řeší zátěž z provozu Letiště Praha v okolních obcích. Debatovali jsme rovnou i o slabém vedení spolku PAR.  Poslechněte si celý podcast Dopravní 6 o dopravně v Praze 6.___Dopravní 6. Podcast, ve kterém Ondřeje Matěje Hrubeš, radního pro dopravu Prahy 6, zpovídá rozhlasový moderátor Miloš Keller.___SLEDUJTE:@dopravnipodcast@omh86Support the show

Je tady nový díl podcastu Dopravní 6. Dozvíte se o chystaném setkání Správy železnic s občany Liboci ohledně modernizace železniční tratě. Probíráme jednání komise pro tramvajové tratě, kde se nejvíc hovořilo o prodloužení tratě z Bílé Hory, o trati v Kukulově ulici a o změně linkového vedení na budoucí trať na Strahov. Do řízení světelných křižovatek se zapojuje umělá inteligence a první taková křižovatka se zkoušela v Praze 6. Jaké další inovace se chystají do řízení dopravy jsem probíral na TSK, včetně řešení radarových kamer. S letištěm jsme řešili letošní uzavírku hlavní dráhy. Vedení letiště slíbilo vyšší finanční podporu do výuky cizích jazyků a zeleně v ulicích. Zároveň popsalo, jaké práce budou na letišti probíhat a proč nelze hlavní dráhu používat ani jen pro noční lety.  Proběhlo také dvouhodinové grilování na magistrátní cyklo komisi k ulici Čs. armády. Spolek Automat tlačí, aby cyklisté a elektrokoloběžky jezdily na chodnících, zatímco Praha 6 chce z ulice udělat městskou třídu s důrazem na pěší a obchodní parter s předzahrádkami kaváren a bister. Praha a Středočeský kraj zahájily soutěž na nové vlaky, které budou jezdit po Praze 6 na linkách S5 a S55.Poslechněte si celý podcast Dopravní 6 pro více informací!___Dopravní 6. Podcast, ve kterém Ondřeje Matěje Hrubeš, radního pro dopravu Prahy 6, zpovídá rozhlasový moderátor Miloš Keller.___SLEDUJTE:@dopravnipodcast@omh86Support the show

Gazeteci Ali Çağatay, Radyo Sputnik'te yayınlanan Seyir Hali programında TSK'dan ihraç edilen Albay Alper Topsakal ve Kurmay Yarbay Halit Türkoğlu, Ankara Büyükşehir Belediyesi'nin iki şirketinde çalışmaya başlaması hakkında konuştu.

Part 2 - Neville and KC discuss the various activities commemorating TSK's 55th anniversary. The first event is a Grand Quadrille Dance at St. Gerards Hall on Friday, February 7 at 9 p.m.

Part 1 - Kendall ‘KC' Henry of Stanley and the Ten Sleepless Knights joins Neville James as they talk about TSK's 55th Anniversary and their upcoming Grand Quadrille Dance.

Oh, Dear Listener, dare we show our age whilst we ask: does no one take advice anymore? It's a conundrum, to be sure, especially when you consider how willling and able we are to dish it out. But alas. These young ones today seem contented to flout our ways. Look at them, with their vacation "registries" and luxuriously nonfunctional fingernails. Tsk tsk. To think? How do they wipe?

2025 yılı için belirlenen asgari ücret, yıla Türk-İş'in hesapladığı açlık sınırının gerisinde başladı. Kara Harp Okulu mezuniyet töreninde "Mustafa Kemal'in Askerleriyiz" diyen 5 teğmenin TSK'dan ihracına kararı verildi. Bu bölüm Sabancı Üniversitesi hakkında reklam içermektedir. Sabancı Üniversitesi Yönetici Geliştirme Birimi (EDU)'nun profesyonellere yönelik sertifika programları devam ediyor. Alanında uzman kişilerce tasarlanan, katılımcılara sektörlerdeki en güncel bilgileri aktaran programlar interaktif dersler, vaka analizleri ve atölye çalışmaları içeriyor. Programlara dair ayrıntılı bilgiye buradan ulaşabilirsiniz. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

V nejnovějším Podcastu dopravní 6 se dozvíte o proběhlém jednání s občany ulice Na Valech, Pod Novým lesem a oblasti starého Veleslavína, o závodu Czech Tour a stavu příprav nových tramvajových tratí v Praze 6. Dozvíte se také, jak proběhlo další setkání se starosty "severozápadu" ohledně nadměrné dopravy, kde zástupci Ropidu a TSK vyhodnotili úpravy BUS pruhů na příjezdech do Prahy 6. A proběhlo také jednání spolku PAR sdružující obce kolem letiště. Zajímá vás dopravní dění v Praze 6? Pusťte si Podcast dopravní 6.___Dopravní 6. Podcast, ve kterém Ondřeje Matěje Hrubeš, radního pro dopravu Prahy 6, zpovídá rozhlasový moderátor Miloš Keller.___SLEDUJTE:@dopravnipodcast@omh86Support the show

The Banff Patellofemoral Instability Instrument 2.0 (BPII 2.0) is a disease-specific, quality of life patient-reported outcome measure (PROM) that is valid and reliable in patients with recurrent lateral patellofemoral instability (LPI). Quality of life encompasses the physical, emotional, and psychological aspects of patient functioning and recovery.   In conclusion, a statistically significant correlation was evident between the BPII 2.0 and the other PROMs. The BPII 2.0 does not explicitly measure kinesiophobia or pain catastrophizing; however, the significant statistical relationship of the TSK-11 and PCS to the BPII 2.0 suggests that this information is being captured and reflected.   Click here to read the article.

Suriye'de çatışmalar yeniden şiddetlendi. Rejim karşıtı muhalifler, Halep'in kuzeyinde rejim güçlerine karşı operasyon başlattı. Heyet Tahrir Şam örgütü, şimdiye dek en az 56 köyün kontrolünü ele geçirdi. Çatışmalarda iki yüze yakın kişi hayatını kaybederken; HTŞ artık Halep'e birkaç kilomere uzaklıkta. Türkiye gelişmeleri yakından takip ediyor. TSK birlikleri için tedbirler artırıldı. Muhaliflerin Halep operasyonu neden önemli, zamanlaması ne söylüyor, Suriye'de yeni bir kanlı dönemin kapısı mı aralanıyor? Kayıttayız'da bu sorulara yanıt arandı.

Moses and the TSK cover another week of The Captain's absence, as they predict this week's AEW Full Gear, along with coverage from Dynamite and a delve into the good and the bad in WWE. PLUS Cypher addresses his TV Title challenger for next week, Beer Theme song: "Every Single Scar" by our house band Captain's Revenge https://open.spotify.com/artist/6bmxa3E97iSuJ1qqoHdFMz?si=lpr8t6HmQru7nUQWF4BidQ #aewfullgear #jonmoxley #fullgear #ryback #glennjacobs #wwekane #wwe #aew #wrestling #podcast #wwepredictions #wrestlingpodcast #wrestlinghighlights #wrestlingnews #allelitewrestling #nxt #njpwworld #newjapanprowrestling #ddtpro #ddtprowrestling #tnawrestling #tnaimpact #thisistna #aewvsnxt #aewpodcast #aewdynamite #aewrampage #wweraw #wwesmackdown #romanreigns #codyrhodes #rhea ripley #mjf #cmpunk Visit us as www.maxwrestlingnet.weebly.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/groups/maxwrestling Twitter: www.twitter.com/maxwrestlinguk Soundcloud: www.soundcloud.com/maxwrestling Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/6Q8pmjfAmbmpXlyvZnlg7T

KPSS'de yüksek puan alıp dereceye giren ancak mülakatlar yüzünden elenen adaylar, yaşadıkları mağduriyeti Aposto'ya anlattı. Atatürk'e bağlılık yemini eden teğmenlerin TSK'dan ihraç edilecekleri iddia edildi.  Bu bölüm Odeabank hakkında reklam içermektedir. Odea'nın uzmanlarla birlikte hazırladığı ve yatırım dünyasına dair tüm sorulara yanıt sunan iki değerli video serisi, “Yarına Yatırım Rehberi” ve “Ufuk Açan Yatırım Rehberi,” artık Odea Radyo'da da dinlenebiliyor. Yatırım yolculuğunda güvenilir bir rehber ve keyifli bir müzik deneyimi için Odea Radyo'yu takipte kalın.

Moses and the TSK takeover as he discusses this week's NXT vs. AEW Dynamite on Wednesday, plus Beer addresses his challenger Mike Larkin, Travis "The Walker" Anderson defends his place in the Golden Gauntlet and much more! With Daniel Crimmins and Robert Davis! Theme song: "Every Single Scar" by our house band Captain's Revenge https://open.spotify.com/artist/6bmxa3E97iSuJ1qqoHdFMz?si=lpr8t6HmQru7nUQWF4BidQ #jonmoxley #deathrider #wednesdaynightwar #tsk #toosweet #wwe #aew #wrestling #podcast #wwepredictions #wrestlingpodcast #wrestlinghighlights #wrestlingnews #allelitewrestling #nxt #njpwworld #newjapanprowrestling #ddtpro #ddtprowrestling #tnawrestling #tnaimpact #thisistna #aewvsnxt #aewpodcast #aewdynamite #aewrampage #wweraw #wwesmackdown #romanreigns #codyrhodes #rhea ripley #mjf #cmpunk Visit us as www.maxwrestlingnet.weebly.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/groups/maxwrestling Twitter: www.twitter.com/maxwrestlinguk Soundcloud: www.soundcloud.com/maxwrestling Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/6Q8pmjfAmbmpXlyvZnlg7T

TEĞMENLER YEMİN: KOMPLO MU HAMLE Mİ? Harbiyeli teğmenler "Mustafa Kemalin Askerleriyiz" dedi ortalık karıştı. Bu bir komplo mu, yoksa genç subayların Hükümete tepkisi, hamlesi mi? Hükümet ve Türk Silahlı Kuvvetleri konuya nasıl bakıyor? Şuan Harp Okullarında ve TSK'daki durum ne? Kendisine Türkçülük Tarikatı diyenler kimler? Türkçü bayrağı açan askerler nereden çıktı? Bu mavi bayrağın sırrı ne?

Mehmet Efe Çaman | Arif Çetin'lerin TSK'sı | 16.08.2024 by Tr724

Jeremy's Best Decision.by senorlongo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.Chapter 15.MP put the locket back over her head, swearing once again to never remove it. She took my hand and led me upstairs. Had anyone ever questioned my mother's magical powers, they would have been silenced by seeing my room. We had a big house; a colonial with five bedrooms and five and a half baths. I had the biggest after the master suite; 12 by 12 with a small walk-in closet and private bath. Now the room was 12 by 20. Mom had removed the wall, merged the two carpets and changed the color, fixed the walls and ceiling, and painted the room. Gone were my boyish decorations, replaced by accents more suitable for a young couple, which, of course, we were. The walls were a light creamy color, the carpet a light mauve. In the middle of the long wall was a queen sized bed flanked by a dresser for MP and an armoire for me. On the opposite wall between windows that had been moved apart since I was last there were identical desks, each with its own computer and monitor networked to a color laser printer and a large flat screen TV. Most important was the second closet because I knew MP had a ton of clothes. Also, my bathroom had a stall shower; the other had a tub which I was sure we'd use together sometime in the future.The next day, after her father had gone to work; MP and I walked to her house to pick up whatever clothing we could carry. Her mother came to the door, tears in her eyes.“I'm sorry, Mary Patricia, your father took all your clothes to Goodwill the day you left. There's nothing here. I'm so sorry. I don't know what I'm going to do without you here.” MP hugged her mother, telling her not to worry. We'd keep in touch with her and, after all, we were only two doors away. When she was done, I also hugged and kissed her. “That's for raising the finest person I've ever known; the most loving, caring, most unselfish person in the world. I promise I will love her forever.”When we arrived home, MP told my mother, “It's not a big deal. I can get underwear and almost everything else I need at Wal-Mart.”Scowling, Mom replied, “No daughter of mine is going to buy her underwear or anything else at Wal-Mart! Wait here, Jeremy.” She left, walking up the stairs in a hurry. She returned a moment later handing me more than $3,000. “You don't have a credit card so take the cash. Take MP to Victoria's Secret first, then to some of the other boutiques in town. If you run out of money I'll get you more. MP, buy what you want, don't skimp on account of the cost.” She shooed us out the door.I absolutely hate shopping and sitting in Victoria's Secret among all the bras and panties was embarrassing, but MP made it all worthwhile when she told me she'd give me a special show when we got home. All told we spent five agonizing hours buying her new clothes and shoes. Why girls need so many shoes was a mystery to me. We put all of it into her closet except for one box which she refused to show me. “Later,” she said kissing me gently on the cheek.After dinner we retired to our room. I was still pretty well wiped out from my ordeal of the past few weeks. I may be a wizard, but I'm also human; I need sleep like anyone else. I led MP to the bathroom, planning on showering together, but she shook her head “no.” “Not tonight, I have something special for you and I want it to be a surprise.” She kissed me; just a little peck; and left. I showered and climbed into bed naked, turning the lights out. A few minutes later MP emerged from the other bath. She was wearing the sheerest baby doll lingerie I'd ever seen. It was a burnt-orange color that exactly matched her flaming angelic blonde hair. With the light behind her I could see the silhouette of her perfect body; her slender legs, her curvy hips, the swell of her breasts, and the alluring spread between her legs. It was an incredibly erotic sight. If this was her surprise it was sensational. I forgot immediately how tired I was. I became erect in a millisecond. I started drooling in anticipation of making love with this delightful creature.“You like?” MP whispered, climbing onto the bed next to me.I could barely respond, but somehow I managed to groan, “Oh, yes, I love it; and I love you.”MP pushed me down. “You're going to love this even more,” as she took me into her hot mouth. “Mmm, I love how you taste. You lie back and let me do all the work.” She went back to work on my cock and, if she wasn't careful, I was going to cum in about twenty seconds. MP must have sensed my excitement because she pulled back after licking all around my helmet. She kissed and licked my ball sack then moved up to lay one hell of a kiss on my lips. “I hope you like this because we're going to do it several times every day. I told you I was going to wear you out.”“Yeah? Well, maybe I'll wear you out, so there!” I declared in a weak tone which revealed my own tepid uncertainty.“Ha! That'll never happen. I'll never tire of you. Now that I have you back, I'm never letting you go. I'm going to show you how much I love you every single day.” She kissed me again, her tongue teasing mine, and sucking my lip between her teeth.Again, she gave me a peck on the cheek and lowered herself down my body. Kneeling next to me she licked all around my granite cock before rising up to straddle me. I thought she was lowering her pussy to me but; no! Was I surprised when I felt the tightness of her ass.“That's why we didn't shower together, Jeremy. I wanted to get myself ready for you. We've only done this a couple of times and I still remember how wonderful it was. Now we're going to do it all the time.” Pausing a second, she continued, “We are going to do it all the time, aren't we?”“Oh, yes, MP; we;  certainly;  are,” I grunted, reveling in what her ass was doing to me.The pressure was incredible and when MP began moving up and down the sensations spread throughout my body. I was tingling from head to toe. MP increased her pace, leaning forward and placing my hands on her breasts. I pinched those delicious nipples and rolled them over my fingers. “Do my clit, Jeremy. I just need a little help.” Mary pleaded. I moved my right hand down between our bodies. Her button was hard and hot and her cunt was running like a river. A few gentle rubs threw her over the top. She shook over and over for almost a minute in her ecstasy. I was ready, too. I rammed deep into her bowel as I lifted her more than a foot off the bed. I held her there as I came; jetting into her repeatedly until I was too exhausted to even move.MP fell on top of me. I caressed her head, running my fingers through her silky hair.“If you do that every day you'll probably kill me in a month,” I told her. “Then you'll be a wealthy widow.”“I guess that means we're getting married. Is that a proposal?” She pressed the issue.Holding her head and looking straight into her eyes, I told her, “No, MP; this is a proposal; will you marry me?”“Was there ever a question?” She beamed.“I'll take that as a ‘yes.'” I sealed the contract.“Just so there's no doubt,” she whispered, “Yes; yes; yes!”She rose and I tried to pull her back. She pushed away saying, “I need to clean you up for the morning. You do want me tomorrow morning, don't you?”All I had to do was smile. She was back in a moment with a washcloth and soap. She cleaned me carefully then tested with her tongue. She flashed the Okay sign before climbing in with me. When she draped her leg over mine, I could feel the wetness of her pussy. It was sublimely comforting as we drifted to sleep. I knew we'd be stuck together by morning.Before falling asleep there was something I had to ask her. “MP, are you sure you want to move in? Aren't you going to miss your mom and dad?”“Jeremy, you know how much I love my mother. She's the best, but my dad treats me like I'm eight instead of eighteen. You should have seen the fit he threw when I was over here after Mandy died. I won't miss that one bit.”“Okay,” I replied, “I just wanted to be sure. I wouldn't want to come between you and your family.“Don't worry about that; you are my family now.” She hugged me, laid her head on my chest, and fell asleep. I followed soon after.Chapter 16.I woke in the early morning; my clock said 4:30. MP was tracing circles on my chest. “Jeremy,” she said in the faintest whisper, “are you awake?”“Yes, MP, I guess I'm not used to sleeping like this, but I'm looking forward to getting used to it. What's the matter? Why are you awake?”“I was just thinking; Jeremy; why did you make my boobs grow?”Patiently, I explained, “Mostly because I hated the way those girls were teasing you. You were my best friend other than Ted and Josh. I loved you even then.”“Well, I'm glad you made them grow. If you hadn't, you wouldn't have come over to my house to feel and suck them, and I wouldn't have jerked you off, or given you a blowjob; and then you wouldn't have made me cum, and we wouldn't have fucked or become a couple. So, I guess making them grow was a good decision.”“Huh? MP, how long have you been thinking about this?”“A long time, Jeremy; a very long time.” She stopped tracing circles and moved her hand down to my cock. I was already hard. “Oh, Jeremy,” she cooed, “I think you're ready for me again.”I grabbed her suddenly and rolled her over. She was pinned beneath me, my legs between hers. “You think I'm ready for you? I know I am!” I kissed her hard as I pinched her nipple. She groaned into my mouth. She reached between us to rub my cock into her opening. She was already wet and oozing pussy juice. She pulled me into her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I pushed hard, forcing myself against her cervix. “Oh, yes, JEREMY, Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” We moved into each other faster and harder. We were working hard for each other; sweat pooled between MP's tits. Our moans and grunts were coming faster and faster. “Oh, Yes! Yes! Yes!” MP was screaming as her orgasm took over her body, shaking and shuddering beneath me. I was pumping her madly until, “Ugh!” My cum poured into MP until, at last, I fell in a heap onto her. I moved her leg, rolled over, kissed her, and held her tight as we, once again, fell asleep.We woke around eight, showered together, and walked into the kitchen in our robes. Mom was there, bags under her eyes. “Don't you two ever sleep?” she asked.“Sorry, Mom,” I replied. “I guess we got a little carried away.”“Oh, don't apologize, Jeremy. When your father heard you he got so hot he gave me the best fucking I've had in months.” MP and I laughed.“Mom, I asked MP to marry me. She said 'yes.' That's why we were celebrating.”“I assumed that was a fait accompli. But it nice to know it's official. What will your parents say, MP?”“My mom will be thrilled. I don't care what my dad thinks.” We ate breakfast as Mom and MP talked about their plans for the future. They got along much better than I could have dreamed. Mom taught MP some of the simpler spells, mostly things to do with housework, cooking, and the like. She also taught her some defense spells; just in case. They made great companions for each other, too.We were home about a week when MP told me there was something we had to do. I took her to a florist where she bought a dozen white roses and a heavy ceramic vase. Then we went to the one place I dreaded; the cemetery. MP placed the flowers on Mandy's grave. I couldn't help myself; I started crying again. When MP took my hand I noticed she was crying as hard as I was. We went to visit Mandy every week and we cried every time. When her headstone was laid we planted flowers and marveled at how they bloomed even in the cold of winter.We decided to marry as soon as we could for two reasons. The first was to allow MP to share in my magical powers. As my wife she could tap into my abilities to supplement hers. The second was because her father was acting like an ass. First, he tried to snatch MP as we were coming out of the supermarket. You already know how far that got. I was just about to freeze him when MP held her hand up telling me to stop. I could see her reciting a spell she got from Mom. She held her thumb and forefinger apart and slowly moved them together. “Don't let them touch, MP, unless you want to kill him.” This spell was squeezing his balls and it wasn't long before he was on the pavement rolling around in agony.“Daddy,” MP began, “I don't want anything to do with you anymore. You're the one who threw me out, remember? You're the one who threw away all my clothes. If you ever try anything like this again I'll really hurt you.” This was the only time I had ever seen MP angry; she was magnificent! She joined me in the car. When we drove away her father was still lying on the pavement.About a week later he called the police in the middle of the night accusing me of kidnapping MP. It took us an hour to explain to the cops, with MP telling them repeatedly that there was no way she was ever going home and that as an eighteen year-old, she could live wherever she chose. The next day my dad's attorney obtained a restraining order, keeping him at least 100 feet away from his daughter.In mid-August we visited my grandfather. Mom teleported us and Grandpa would send us back. I wouldn't be able to do this until I became a warlock at twenty-one. Grandpa greeted us warmly in his home just outside St. Augustine, Florida. After hugging me he turned to MP. “And you are obviously Mary Patricia. I'd recognize you anywhere.” Seeing our confusion he had us follow him into his study. He pulled a thick leather-bound volume from a shelf. It was old, the leather cracked in several places. He had a page bookmarked. When he opened it he showed us a photo. Other than the clothes I would have sworn it was MP's twin. It was her great, great, great grandmother; Mary Patricia O'Brien. He told us what he knew about her: “She lived in a poor village owned by an English lord near Galway. He was a hard man who loved the ladies, especially young pretty ones like Mary Patricia O'Brien; yes, the same name as you. He forced her to sleep with him when she was only fourteen by threatening her family, so her powers were doomed on her eighteenth birthday. Of course, she became pregnant and, unfortunately, died in childbirth. That's why none of her descendants knew she was a witch.Remember, too, that in those days witches were burned so she couldn't do much in her defense without exposing herself. It was a bad situation all around. Now, Mary Patricia, I know you made a promise to my grandson. Feel free to honor your promise while you are here; it's important that you do. And, you'll make me feel young again, too.”That night MP climbed into bed spooning behind me. “Jeremy,” she whispered alluringly as she rubbed her hard nipples up and down my back. “Jeremy,” she continued, “I don't want to disappoint Grandpa. I know he wants us to fuck and enjoy each other. Besides; I'm really horny tonight.”“MP,” I said as I rolled over, “you're horny every night.”“Yeah, and every morning and every afternoon, too; I can't help myself; I love you.” She leaned up and planted a big wet kiss on my lips. Her tongue teased my lips; her finger teased my nipple. “Damn, MP, you know all my buttons, don't you?”“Of course, Jeremy, that's my job. Now, are we going to talk all night or make love?”“Hmm,” I whispered back, “tough choice.” MP gave me a playful elbow to the ribs as I pulled her on top of me. She rubbed her hot slit up and down my sceptre, riding me to hardness. She rose up and, looking me in the eyes, pulled me into her. I slid into her heavenly cunt slowly, enjoying how her muscles were rippling up and down my cock. “Damn, MP, how do you come up with all these things to do to me?“Didn't I just tell you? It's my job to take care of you.” She began a slow rocking motion, bending me within her muscular canal; creating friction that would ultimately help us both. I reached up to massage her fantastic firm breasts and leaned forward for a long kiss. When we broke it MP was really hot, “GIVE It To Me Jeremy! You Know I Love It Rough. Ram It Into Me!” I responded by forcing my big cock deep into her, bottoming out on every thrust. I knew I was getting close so I found her clit, teasing it with the edge of my fingernail. MP gave a tremendous shudder, shouting at the top of her lungs, “Oh, Jeremy!” She collapsed onto my chest just as I shot river after river of hot cum into her womb. I kissed her gently, rubbed her back, and put my arms around her. “Good night, darling. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me.” One more kiss and we were ready for sleep.We had a great visit with Grandpa and just before we were to leave he asked MP to stand before him. He put his hand on her forehead. “Mary Patricia, I'm imbuing you with some of my powers. I have more than I can possibly use and I can see you'll use them wisely. My grandson has made an excellent choice.”Turning to me he continued, ”You forgot something, didn't you, Jeremy? Mary Patricia is four generations removed from her full-witch ancestor so she didn't have any powers other than being able to intercept partial telepathic messages. But you have been depositing your seed in her several times a day for some time and every time you do she is picking up a tiny amount of your power. However, that won't last and, if I hadn't given her some of mine, she would not be able to share yours when you marry. She would have nothing to build upon. Tsk, tsk, Jeremy, you should have known better.” I felt stupid, but Grandpa smiled, hugged us both and said “good-bye.” In a twinkling we were back home.Chapter 17.Life calmed down considerably and after all the tumultuous times we'd had the peace was welcome. We decided to take the fall semester off after everything that had occurred to us. Mom and Dad thought it a smart move, too. We wed the week following Christmas shortly after MP and I had turned twenty. MP was raised in an Irish Catholic family so a church wedding was important to her. It was a small ceremony; Ted and Josh were ushers; Dad walked MP down the aisle. Her mother was an honored guest as was Grandpa. Her father wasn't invited and we were relieved when he didn't show up. Had he come he was going to have to deal with my mother's wrath; not something I'd like to describe here. We lived near Greenwich, Connecticut so after the ceremony Mom and Dad treated all of us to dinner at Manero's, a fabulous and famous steak house originally owned by pro golfer Tony Manero who had won the 1936 US Open. In addition to wonderful steaks Manero's is reputed to have the best garlic bread ever. They claim that the best defense against their garlic bread is to have some yourself. Grandpa passed the basket to me. “Thanks, Grandpa, but I think I'll pass.”The entire group laughed wildly when MP said, “Um; me, too.” That was one of the few times I ever saw MP turn red with embarrassment. Everyone there knew we had been making love for years so I never did figure out what the big deal was. We flew to the Riviera Maya in Mexico for a honeymoon courtesy of Grandpa. A warlock buddy of his was the manager of a beautiful oceanfront hotel. He took great care of us. We swam and sunned, ate wonderful food, and made beautiful love over and over and over. Our wedding night MP came out of the bathroom wearing a sexy white teddy. She slinked rather than walked until she was halfway across the room. Then she dropped to the floor and slowly crawled. I

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A Breeding ProgramIn 7 parts, based on the posts by senorlongo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novel. Damn! Damn! Damn! I hit the damned GPS with the heel of my hand, but it still wouldn't work. I had tried repeatedly to tell the suits at the main office that we needed better equipment, but those cheap bastards were always looking out for the bottom line—their bottom line, anything to look good to the higher-ups. The fact that our lives were at stake was inconsequential. My requests were always turned down. Now we were stuck in the bloody jungle of Brazil with no idea where we were.You'd think that two PhD's in Geology, with the responsibility for finding the new deposits of bauxite that would keep the world's largest manufacturer of aluminum at the top of the hill would be able to get decent equipment, but you'd be wrong. Our GPS was five years old. That may be OK if it's in your car, but ours is exposed to extremes of temperature and humidity that kill it quickly. I was standing in a clearing with a clear view of the sky and I couldn't lock on to even a single satellite. Our satellite phone was no better. I'd call the office to complain but the idiot bean counters would probably just bitch back at me about the phone charges and I'd get nowhere.I turned to my partner, Dr. Michael Sullivan, “Mike! I can't get even a single fucking satellite lock on this fucking thing.”“Really, David,” he replied calmly in his Irish brogue, “all that swearing accomplishes nothing. If we wait here until dark we can get a star shoot. That'll at least help with our latitude. The rest we can do by dead reckoning.”“Yeah, that's great, but why am I carrying all this stuff if we can't use it? It's typical bean counter bullshit. If I have to go out next time with this piece of …I'll quit and go to work for the competition.” We had been trekking on foot for almost a month. Originally we had used a Land Rover, but most areas of the Brazilian jungle are so thick as to make a vehicle a liability, even slower than hacking one's way with a machete.We had some dried food similar to what the Army uses, but mostly we caught fish or birds along with an ample supply of native fruits. We'd done this before—more than a dozen times—and were survival experts.I began to clear a small area in the center of the clearing. I was waist deep in native grass, which meant that Mike was covered almost to his chest. I towered over him—my six feet four inches to his five feet eight. Using my machete and shovel I formed an area about twenty feet on a side, piling the grass in the center. We'd use this later for a fire. Next I retreated to the woods where I strung my fishing line with tiny bells from tree to tree all the way around our perimeter. We'd learned the hard way that it's always best to be prepared. The government officials had told us that the natives were friendly and peaceful, but one never knew for sure. The bigger concern--one for which there is no warning system--was the possibility of running into one of the many venomous snakes and spiders in the area. And then, of course, were the insects. At night they were unbearable. Fortunately, we had learned that the smoke from the damp grass kept them at bay. Luckily we hadn't seen a jaguar, but we had rifles in case we did.Mike finished his explorations and we set up camp which was basically a couple of sleeping bags covered with mosquito mesh and the fire for cooking, boiling water, and safety. We had a light dinner of some smoked birds I had caught and cooked yesterday, determined our approximate location and went to sleep, our weapons close by. We went to sleep early—there was no reason to sit up swatting bugs all night; it was safer and more comfortable in the sleeping bags.Mike and I are both light sleepers so when we heard a bell tinkle in the trees we were awake in an instant. I would have risen and grabbed my rifle but for three things—a long bronze spear held inches over my face, a knee on my chest, and a foot standing on the rifle. I was most surprised by the foot I could see clearly in the firelight—it belonged to a woman and she was white. “Relax Dr. Schneider. We do not want to hurt you. Please sit up slowly.”“Who are you?” I asked, noticing for the first time that Mike was in the same situation I found myself in. “You speak English?”“You will soon learn all about us, and, yes we do speak English. Many of our grandmothers lived in the U.S. and England during World War II as part of the war effort. They taught our mothers and our mothers taught us. Now, please stand and put your hands behind your backs. We will restrain you, but it is for our safety only. I assure you that we mean you no harm.” I stood unsteadily and noticed for the first time that all our captors were women and they were all appeared to be incredibly beautiful.These women were tall, only four or five inches shorter than me, of slender build, and they were dressed similarly, but not exactly the same. Their ample chests were bare and they wore short skirts apparently made of thin metal strips—copper, a silver metal I recognized immediately as aluminum, and gold. I assumed the material had something to do with their status in the tribe or group, or whatever they called themselves. They wore identical sandals on their feet and coiled bracelets that matched their skirts on their wrists. They were all armed with either spears or bows and arrows, and now with our rifles and pistols.They tied our wrists behind our backs. The woman who tied me asked kindly if the ropes were too tight. “No,” I replied, “but I'd love to know why the insects aren't biting you—they're killing me.” As soon as I finished my remark two of their band came to us and rubbed some kind of lotion over our exposed skin—head, neck, arms, and legs. I noticed the change immediately. “Thank you,” I told the woman. She turned and smiled, showing me a set of beautiful teeth…and even more beautiful breasts.They gave us food and something to drink—not water; it was flavored strongly with some kind of fruit I couldn't identify. Then we waited for the first signs of daylight. I thought it was a good time to ask some questions. “Excuse me,” I started politely, directing my remarks to the leader, “what do you want with us? We're just geologists.”“We know who you are Dr. Schneider. We have spies in many of the cities here in Brazil. As to our purpose…our Queen will no doubt explain when you meet her later today. Now I think we should leave. Please walk with the guards next to you and don't do anything stupid. We have no wish to harm you, but we will if necessary.” We walked swiftly into the jungle.I thought that cooperation was the easiest and safest course to follow. They could have killed us back in the clearing and their actions indicated peaceful intent. Mike, however, was falling prey to his famous Irish temper, struggling against his bonds and with his guards. I turned to one of mine and commented, “My name is David. May I know yours?”“Yes,” replied the guard on my left. She stood almost six feet in height and had a magnificent body highlighted by her symmetrical D-cup breasts that swayed gently as we walked. “My name is Reta.” I thanked her and turned to my right. This woman was easily a twelve on a scale of ten! She appeared to be a shade under six feet with long slender legs, narrow hips and beautiful breasts that looked to be somewhere between a C and D-cup. She had high cheek bones framed by long straight light brown hair that fell below her shoulders. Her eyes looked green in the early morning light. “My name is Hosi.”“Thank you, Reta. Thank you, Hosi. You two are certainly the most beautiful guards I've ever had.”“Flattery, Dr. Schneider…er, David will get you nowhere. I'm sure we're the only guards you've ever had,” Reta replied, “but we do appreciate the compliment.” She and Hosi both smiled as they held my arms while we crossed some rough terrain. A few minutes later we stopped for a brief rest.“Uh…Hosi, I have to…um…urinate.”“Come over here to the edge of the clearing. I will help you.” She pulled down my zipper and reached in to find my growing cock. “I seem to have an effect on you, David.”“Yes, Hosi you certainly do. You're beautiful and very sexy, too.” My stream had just begun when she replied, “What is ‘sexy,' David?”“It means that members of the other sex, like me, find you extremely appealing and would like to sleep with you.”“Why would sleeping be of interest to you?” The command to continue marching saved me. Hosi put my penis back into my shorts and zipped me back up. We returned to the group and continued our pleasant stroll.Roughly two hours later I noticed that we had passed this spot before and after a brief lunch we passed it again. I mentioned it the fourth time, “Are you sure you know where you're going? We've passed this same spot four times today. If you're trying to confuse us you're doing a great job.”“We are walking you in circles so you don't know where you are,” Reta replied. I laughed and laughed, attracting the attention of the others in the band. “We didn't know where we were this morning. You could have just walked us in a straight line and we still wouldn't know.” The leader approached asking, “Don't you have instruments that tell you?”“Sure, but they don't work. If you will briefly untie my hands I'll show you. Don't worry, I'm not going to endanger any of you and you can tie me up again once I'm done.” She looked to my guards who nodded; a minute later my hands were free. Mike, however, continued to fight at every opportunity. I asked for my back pack and dug out the GPS. I explained briefly how it was supposed to work. I turned it on—we could see the screen light up. I held it up for several minutes and when I brought it down the screen was still blank. “You see,” I continued, “it doesn't work. If there is something you don't want us to see why not just blindfold us? It'll save a lot of time and walking.” She thought for a moment and nodded. Several long strips of cloth were produced and I returned my hands behind my back. “I don't think that will be necessary any longer—with you, anyway. Reta and Hosi will hold onto your arms. Follow them and their directions.”I thanked her as the blindfold was tied behind my head and my guards took my arms. “Well, this is much nicer, don't you agree?” They just laughed, but Hosi also rubbed my back. We walked back--at least I thought it was back then we turned and after a few minutes we stopped. Hosi spoke quietly, “We have to walk sideways here. Be careful, it's a narrow ledge. Don't look down.”“Very funny,” I joked. Again Hosi rubbed my back as she led me onto the ledge. I sidestepped, barely raising my feet from the irregularly shaped rock until I felt soil beneath my feet again. “Are we past it now?”“Yes,” Reta replied, “I always get nervous on this part of the trip.”“You get nervous? At least you can see. If you fall I'm going with you.”Hosi giggled, “It's not that long a drop--probably not more than twenty feet, but the ground down there is covered with rough rocks so the fall would be nasty…but I don't think it would kill you. Just a little bit further and we can remove your blindfolds.” We continued--my guards back at my sides--down a gradual slope. At one point we went down a flight of stone steps. That was slow going, but Hosi directed me carefully.We stopped a few minutes later and the blindfold was removed. I squinted in the bright light. I turned around slowly taking in the sights. We were in a verdant valley and could see a large stone building with a large number of smaller buildings, also of stone with thatched roofs nearby. Beyond I could see the snow-capped slopes of mountains and several flocks of small animals—goats and sheep. Judging from what I could see it looked like a glacial valley—u-shaped by the movement and retreat of an ancient glacier rather than a v-shaped valley caused by a river's erosion. There were expansive grassy plains and several large cultivated fields; we were out of the jungle, for sure. The temperature was more moderate and the humidity much less oppressive.“Let us go. I am sure our Queen is waiting impatiently,” Hosi told me pointing to the large building. She and Reta walked next to me, but did not touch or guide me now that I could see. “I liked it better when you were touching me,” I commented to Hosi. She smiled coyly and put her hand on my elbow. I smiled back, leaned over and whispered, “That's much better.” We walked that way until we reached the village about twenty minutes away.When we reached the large building I was told to remove my shoes. I sat on a step and pulled off my shoes and socks. I set them aside out of the way. I rose and walked in, noticing that all our guards had also removed their footwear. We walked in a wide hallway and were about halfway when Hosi whispered, “Kneel when you meet the Queen and keep your eyes down unless she tells you otherwise. I don't want to see you punished, but I am afraid your friend is in for a lot of trouble. I'm glad I was assigned to you.”I turned and whispered back, “I'm glad you were assigned to me, too.” She blushed like a schoolgirl as we entered a large room festooned with what looked like tapestries. There were skylights and windows that were open to the weather. I saw the Queen seated on a large chair that was raised at least a foot above the floor. I walked forward slowly and kneeled, placing my face on the floor in front of me. Mike had to be forced down. I would have spoken to him but I knew from experience that it would be a waste of time. A spear shaft across his back held him in place.“Welcome, gentlemen—well, I can see that one of you is a gentleman. Please rise, Dr. Schneider.” I stood and a chair was provided for me; Mike was still forced down, a guard tightly holding each of his arms. “I am sure that you have many questions—even some you have not yet considered. Let me answer some of the more important ones. You are in a hidden valley—a valley that has eluded detection for thousands of years. We are a society of women; you are the only men here. You would call us Amazons although that is not our tribe's name. We have brought you here for a purpose, one that is essential for our tribe's survival. At one time we had more than 3,000 women here. Now we have less than 500. We need your seed to create new members. We will feed you a special fruit that will encourage your seed to produce females. Do not worry—it is delicious, nutritious, and will do you no harm. You will have the freedom to wander in the valley, but do not attempt to leave. Once every seven days you will be milked—milked for your seed. We will use that to impregnate fertile women.“Now, I am sure you are tired from your trip. Dr. Schneider, you will be shown to a house nearby. You will live there. Dr. Sullivan will remain here under control. That is all—you are dismissed.” I backed out of the room while Mike was pulled up. The spear shaft was wedged between his arms and body, further immobilizing him, and he was led away. Hosi guided me back to the front of the building. “Your house is right next to mine. Come, I will show you the way.”We walked down a narrow lane, not much more than a dirt path. I noticed that some of the avenues were paved so it seemed that Hosi was not one of the higher ranking women. She stopped after a few minutes in front of a small stone building. It was a single story with a newly thatched roof. There was a window near the doorway, but no door. She led me inside; the house was immaculate inside with whitewashed walls and a rough stone floor. There was but a single room with a fireplace near the center. The furniture consisted of a rough-hewn bed with rope netting supporting a thin mattress, a small table and two rough wooden chairs. “This will be your house, David. I do not think you will spend much time here, though. Mine is right across the lane. I have been given the responsibility of feeding and caring for you.”She led me out and into her home. It was of similar size, but had more and better furniture. There were earthenware bowls and jars like Grecian amphorae, some with local fruits and others with juices and wines. She showed me to a chair. While I sat she removed her sandals and skirt, leaving her clad only in a skimpy undergarment similar to a modern thong that showed her magnificent ass cheeks and abdomen. She returned to me a moment later. “Hosi…please do not be offended, but… may I touch you?”“Of course, David.” I reached forward, placing my hand on her abdomen. Her skin was silk, but there were hard strong muscles beneath. I reached around her to feel her ass. Her buttocks felt the same—silky smooth but incredibly firm. I doubted that, other than her breasts, she had even an ounce of fat on her. When I returned my hand to her abdomen she took it and moved it to her breast.“I have been told that men enjoy touching and feeling these. Is that true, David? You are the first man I have ever met.” I rubbed my hand over her heavy breast flesh. “Oh, yes, Hosi…most men would die for the chance to touch and fondle breasts as beautiful as these.”“Surely, David you are fooling with me. They are nothing special—just blobs of fat.” I laughed and it was obvious that I had embarrassed her. I rose and held her. “I'm sorry, Hosi. I'm not being much of a guest. You may be right but they are beautifully formed and very sexy blobs of fat and some day you may need them to feed your newborn children.”“There you go with that ‘sexy' again. Won't you tell me what that means? Am I sexy, David?”“Oh…Hosi, you are the sexiest woman I have ever met. Sexy is a term that means you are desirable and that men would want to sleep with you, but that has nothing to do with actual sleeping. It means having sex, you know—how a woman can become pregnant.”“Now I am confused. You are going to be milked. Your seed will be removed from your body and poured into several hollow reeds. Then the reeds will be introduced to the women. How does that have anything to do with ‘sexy'?” I knew now why their numbers had dropped so drastically. I also knew how I would be “milked” and I knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. Hosi and I talked for a while as she prepared our meal. She showed me the fruit I was to eat. It looked like a small plum, but it tasted more like a grapefruit; that was OK—I loved grapefruit. I ate several, bringing a smile to her lips. Our dinner consisted of some broiled fish, a fried flatbread Hosi cooked for us and more fruit.After dinner Hosi and I went to the river to bathe in a pool created by a small outcropping of land. We used a crude soap; she allowed me to wash her body and to be fair I allowed her to wash mine—it was one of the most erotic experiences of my life—I was hard the entire time much to Hosi's amusement. Then we returned to her house where she asked if I wanted to sleep with her. I knew the invitation did not include sex, but I accepted anyway. We fell asleep holding each other's naked bodies. I was worried about what the future would hold, but I was exhausted so I fell asleep almost immediately.I woke the following morning to find I was spooning with Hosi, my hand gently cupping her breast. “I think I understand a little more about ‘sexy,' David. I enjoy having your hand on my breast…especially when you play with my little bump.” “I think you mean your nipple, Hosi.” I rubbed her flesh and rolled her nipple while I asked, “May I ask you some questions?”“Of course, David--if I can answer them I will.”“Are we the first men in your village that you can remember?”“Yes, I have been told that I was the last one born from the previous group more than twenty summers ago. I was also told that they were rough and dangerous. They rebelled at being milked and attacked their guards. They were all killed. We haven't had a man here since.”That told me a lot. I doubted that the queen would allow any of her citizens to couple with such men. It would be much too dangerous for the woman and possibly for the entire tribe as well. “Next question, Hosi,” I continued. “You seem to know something about a male's anatomy. You knew about my penis and weren't either surprised or afraid of it.”“Yes, David,” Hosi interrupted, “I have seen pictures in a book, but I do not know why it is shaped the way it is or what it does other than…what was the word you used?”“Urinate—remove liquid wastes from the body. Yes, that is one purpose—the other is to have sex. The shape and size is to fit into a woman's vagina.” Hosi started, jumped up and turned around. “You mean that thing is supposed to fit inside me?”“Yes, and it will. That's why it becomes hard and larger. It must be hard to penetrate a woman; the size will help to please you. May I show you…not with my penis…I'll use my finger.”“I don't know. I trust you, David but I am afraid you will hurt me.”“Hosi, if you trust me you know I will not harm you. I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She seemed startled. “What was that, David? Why did you do that with your mouth?”Oh, boy—these women have really been missing something. “That was what we call a kiss. It is something people do when they like or love each other. Haven't you ever heard about that?”“I have heard of it, but I have never had one before. It was interesting.”“I'd like to kiss you again, but on your lips this time. Believe me it will be much more interesting.” Hosi leaned down tentatively. I stroked her cheek and moved her hair back over her ear. I kissed her cheek several times before moving back a few inches. I looked into her eyes and edged forward. My lips lightly touched hers; she moved back slightly before making up her mind and moving into the kiss. Our lips ground into each other's until Hosi's arm reached around me and she pulled me even closer. I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes again; they were saying, “Wow!” “Try opening your mouth a bit. Let my tongue touch yours.” She looked unsure but did as I asked. Our tongues touched and danced. The next thing I learned was how strong she was; she had me on my back as she kissed me passionately. She broke the kiss briefly to whisper into my ear, “Use your finger in me…please.”I reached between her legs and, not surprisingly, found her pussy soaked. I rubbed my finger in her slit before telling her, “This is why it won't hurt. You are wet. Your entire tunnel is lubricated with this delicious juice.” I put my fingers into my mouth and savored her nectar. I returned my fingers to their ultimate destination and slowly pushed my middle finger into her. In an instant it was completely enfolded in her. “See…did I hurt you?”She shook her head as I slowly withdrew and pushed in again. I could see her eyes roll back as her ecstasy built. I fucked her for almost a minute before touching her clit. “Oh…David…I like it…I like it a lot. Is this what it feels like when your penis is in me?”“No, Hosi…that feels better.” She moved up and looked at me disbelievingly. Then she smiled and returned her lips to mine. We might have gone further, but we were interrupted when Reta walked in the door. Apparently, there had been little reason for privacy before I had arrived.“I'm sorry to break up your fun, but it is time for you to be milked, David.” Reta and Hosi returned to their roles as my guards. I waited while Hosi dressed, but how long can it take to tie a short skirt around one's hips? I walked briskly between them to a square by the river. I was bent over a round padded rail and tied into place. An earthenware bowl lay beneath my penis, still hard from my episode with Hosi. There was a fire in front of me with a large kettle of what I assumed was water. Several large metal implements lay heating within. Hosi leaned over me, her breasts pressing into my back, “Try to relax. I am told it will be easier.” One of the older women pulled a “spoon” from the kettle. I could tell from her reaction that it was hot. She moved behind me, applied some kind of oil and pushed it into my anus.I was right—it was fucking hot—burning me as if pressed into my bowel! I howled in pain. She used the tool to roughly rub and stimulate my prostate. Semen dribbled from my cock after a minute or so. Hosi took hold and aimed it over the bowl. It took another two minutes before the flow ended. The spoon was pulled forcefully out of my ass and more oil was applied. I was released from the rail; I had to be supported by Hosi and Reta. I thought even I might become rough and surly if I had to undergo that kind of treatment every week.No sooner had I been released than Michael was led to the rail. He fought the entire way, not that it did any good. A new bowl was produced and the process begun. Michael fought every second and his pain was obvious. When he was finally released he managed to throw off his guards and run into the river. He was able to swim to the middle, but the rapid flow proved too much for him. He was swept away in an instant. I turned away to see Hosi with her hands to her face, “Oh no…there is a waterfall. He will be killed.”That made me more determined than ever. “Let's return to your house, Hosi. Do you think I will be able to see the Queen tomorrow? I have something of great importance to ask her. Will you please accompany me?”“I will ask Reta to set it up for you. She has a higher rank than I do. Let's go…I can see that you need to rest. That was quite an ordeal for you and then…to lose your friend….” We walked slowly back up the lane. At her house she placed me carefully onto the bed and covered me with a light blanket. I fell asleep quickly.I awoke in mid-afternoon to a clamor nearby. I walked out to see that Michael's body had been recovered. His body was badly bruised and broken. As I noticed a four-inch gash in his right abdomen a thought flew through my brain. It was like a ghost—something that lacked substance that I could grab on to. ‘Poor Mike,” I thought. How different things could have been for both of us if I could convince the Queen tomorrow. Hosi walked up as I stood there and took my arm. I could tell she was sympathetic—what a waste! Mike was a brilliant geologist and a better partner in our explorations. Many times he had kept me in stitches with his stories of his native Ireland. In contrast, all I could share were stories of growing up in a dirty industrial city in New Jersey.Unconsciously, I took Hosi's hand in mine as we returned to her house. “Will you put your finger into me again, David?”“Of course, Hosi-- but a little later. I want to talk to you about tomorrow when I see the Queen. I understand why your tribe has milked men. You told me that the last men here were brutes—no ruler would endanger her subjects by having them engage in sex with such men. However, the milking was as brutal and barbaric as those men could ever have been. Not only did it hurt me, but I was also burned and humiliated by it. I would probably rebel if I had to do it repeatedly. I saw the women who received the sperm…the seed; all that effort to try to impregnate four women—two for each of us.“It can be done much easier and more effectively if I am permitted to have sex with them. I can probably do four or five a week by myself. I will propose to have sex with you to show the Queen how it will work, but there will be a difference with you. I will give myself...my soul…to you. I will give only my seed to the others. Will you help me?”“You will put your penis in me?” she asked. I nodded and continued, “It will hurt a bit at first. All women are born with a membrane that partially covers the tunnel. It must be ripped, but after that you should feel a great deal of pleasure. In fact, I think I will pleasure you first.”“Sometimes, David I find what you say to be very confusing, but I will help you. I liked the part about you giving me your soul. I will also give you mine.” I looked into her eyes, pulled her to me and kissed her. It seemed to last forever. I reached around her and untied her skirt. I lowered it gently to the floor just before I led her almost naked to the bed. I began to unbutton my shirt, but Hosi stopped me so she could do it herself. She grinned as she opened my belt and dropped my shorts and boxers. She gripped my cock and pulled me to her on the bed.We lay in the late afternoon coolness clinging to each other. I loved the feeling of Hosi's skin against mine, especially when she pressed her firm breasts into my chest. I broke the kiss momentarily to tell her, “I love the touch of your skin against mine.”Hosi giggled, “Do you know what I love, David?” She ran her fingers through my chest hair. “It is soft and sometimes it tickles, but…enough talking.” She resumed the kiss, her tongue adventurously exploring my mouth. I reached down between her legs finding her wet again. Her nectar ran down her thighs. I rubbed my fingers in her, drenching them. Then, breaking the kiss, I held them to her lips. She licked them and sucked them into her mouth. I took her hand and rubbed her fingers along her thighs. I brought them to my mouth. I ran my fingers into her slit again, entering her seconds later. I wanted her to feel pleasure, but not to cum—that would occur tomorrow.I knew she was hooked when, instinctively, she took my cock into her hand and stroked it slowly. “Oh, Hosi that feels so good. I can't wait to fuck you tomorrow.” Hosi moved back a bit, “Fuck? What does that mean?”“You just asked me one of the hardest questions. The word ‘fuck' has many meanings. It can mean sexual intercourse or congress between a man and a woman. It can also mean something vile. Don't ask me to explain how a word that describes the most beautiful thing that can happen between a man and a woman can also mean something vile and disgusting because I do not know. If I asked to fuck you, that would be good, but if I said, ‘Fuck you' that would be bad. Do you understand?”Hosi thought for a few minutes before responding, “No!”“Just as well. Your people don't really need it. I'll just tell you I want to make love to you.”“Do you want that, David?”“More than anything, but I think we need to wait for the Queen to give her permission.” Just then Reta walked in to tell us that Queen Aleppa would meet with me at midmorning tomorrow. I thanked her and joined Hosi in preparing for our dinner. I ate several of the fertility fruit while we worked. That night we spooned nervously in anticipation of tomorrow.We woke early, sharing several yummy kisses just to get us into the mood. We ate a light breakfast of fruit and bread. I suggested we bathe so we would be clean when we met the Queen. It was just after ten when Reta came for us. A few minutes later we were kneeling before the Queen. “You asked to see me, Dr. Schneider?”“Yes, thank you Queen Aleppa. I want you to know that someone has harmed me—hurt me badly, in fact.”“WHAT? Who would dare to violate my orders?”“I regret to tell you that it was your milkers. If I may say, the process is barbaric and very inefficient, as well. I was brutalized in an attempt to impregnate only two women. If you will give your permission I believe I can double that or better.”“How would you do that?”“By having sex—regular biological sex. I believe I could have sex with four or five women each week. The remaining days would be for Hosi.”“I understand you are not making any use of your house, but are spending all your time with Hosi.”“Yes, your highness. I am in love with Hosi and with your permission I would ask her to be my mate. I will give the other women my sperm…my seed…but not my heart or soul.”“I don't know…I have been told this can be a brutal act. I would not want any of my subjects harmed.”“Hosi and I are willing to demonstrate if you would have a mattress brought here.” Queen Aleppa gave the matter some thought before clapping her hands and giving the order. Minutes later a grass mattress roughly the size of a double bed was placed on the floor in front of her throne. I bowed to the Queen and turned to Hosi. “Do you trust me, Hosi? Do you love me?” She nodded twice as I led her to the mattress.“This is usually done in privacy,” I told the Queen, “but since this is a demonstration you and the others present are welcome to observe.” I brought Hosi to me and we kissed gently. However, it was merely seconds before our passion grew in spite of the audience. Hosi reached up to unbutton my shirt. It was discarded on the floor. My shorts and boxers joined the pile seconds later. I reached behind Hosi to remove her skirt; if was followed by her undergarment. We stood naked before the Queen, but neither of us noticed—we were totally absorbed in each other.Gently, I lowered Hosi following her shortly thereafter. We held each other tenderly as I began to kiss my way down her body. I kissed and suckled each breast and licked her navel. Hosi writhed under my ministrations and gasped when I first licked her cunt. I spread her legs and, beginning at her anus, licked my way up, covering her entire organ with my mouth. Her labia were red and engorged with her desire so I diverted my attention to her slit. I licked and sucked, drinking her fluids as Hosi jumped and rolled. Then I attacked her clit. I licked and sucked it between my teeth as Hosi thrashed. When she came she screamed at the top of her lungs. The guards rushed forward and grabbed me.“NO! STOP! (pant) (pant) He (pant) did (pant) not (pant) (pant) hurt me. I have (pant) (pant) never felt such pleasure. That is why I screamed.” Her chest was heaving as the guards released me. “I think I understand what you said yesterday about pleasuring me. What was that?”“You had an orgasm…a really, really big one. I will have one when I release my seed in you and you may have another when we make love.” She pulled me from the guards into a long embrace and kiss. “Do it, David. Put your penis in me. I want you so badly.”I broke the kiss to address the Queen, “I have told Hosi that this may hurt a bit in the beginning. All women are born with a membrane—some thin material—that covers part of the tunnel. It must be ripped. Once that is done there should be only pleasure. You were right—some men can make this a brutal act. I am not one of those men. I was raised to love and respect women and I have already told you how much I love Hosi. I would use the same approach with any of the women in your tribe.”I turned back to Hosi, kissing her again. I rose over her and positioned my cock at the entrance of her tunnel. I ran my cock up and down her slit, making sure she was lubricated before slowly pushing into her. I pushed in and stopped, but Hosi wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled herself up—nothing happened. I would explain but not now. I was too much enthralled with my lover's hot tight pussy. She gripped me like a velvet vise as I thrust into her slowly. This was Hosi's first time so I needed to be careful. God knows how much I'd want her to do it again…and again…and again.Hosi had great instincts; she began to move—to meet every thrust with one of her own. I hadn't cum in weeks—there was no orgasm from my milking—so I wasn't going to last long. “I'm sorry, Hosi I'm going to cum soon. I'm going to give you my seed—now! I grunted and groaned several times as I blew my semen deep into Hosi's hot pussy. I was half-way through when she came again, bucking vigorously into me. I collapsed, sweating, onto her. I kissed her over and over before rolling off.“My Queen, you saw that Hosi had no pain. Sometimes a young girl will break her hymen—the barrier—if she participates in a sport or other rigorous activity. That seems to have happened with Hosi. I think it may be true with a number of other women in the tribe.”Queen Aleppa thought for several minutes before speaking, “What did you think, Hosi?”“I can't wait for David to do it to me again. I loved it. It was wonderful and I agree with him—the milking was terrible. It cost Dr. Sullivan's life.”“Perhaps…how would you manage this, Dr. Schneider?” I explained what I had in mind—bigger bed or, at least, a bigger mattress; a clean sheet for every woman; the Queen to select and send them to me after lunch; two days working followed by a day off with Hosi followed by two more work days and two days to relax. I would try to inseminate women four days out of seven. Queen Aleppa agreed, Hosi and I dressed, bowed and left.We were halfway back to her house when the ghost took form, “Oh my God. We have to go back to the Queen…quickly.” We ran and interrupted her. She was not pleased until I spoke, “Queen Aleppa, what has happened to Dr. Sullivan's body? It is critical that I have access to it. Your tribe's very survival depends on it.” She stopped her work and led us to the makings of a funeral pyre. I asked one of the women for a sharp knife. I cut into the gash I had seen earlier. Reaching inside his body I found it and pulled it out. “Thank God,” I said, falling to my knees on the hard ground. I showed the Queen the bloody object.“This is called a micro-transmitter. On a certain date it will send a signal that will allow our company to locate us. Likewise, if it is damaged or burned it will send the signal before it is destroyed. If that happened your hidden valley would be discovered. Your way of life would be destroyed.” I showed her the scar on the side of my abdomen. “I also have such a device implanted in me. If it was on the surface—under my skin--I would cut it out, but it is implanted deep under the muscle. Only a skilled surgeon can remove it.” I looked at my watch and checked the date. “I have ten weeks before my signal is sent. I need to be far away by then, but I assure you that I will return.”I turned to Hosi, “I love you and don't want to leave you, but I must. I promise you that I will return to take you as my mate. I want to live here with you forever.” We spoke with the Queen, discussing the best way to manage my departure. It was decided that building a canoe and going down the river would be the fastest. That way I could remain here and hopefully impregnate as many women as possible. I swore that I would not reveal the valley or the Amazons. I discussed what should be done with Mike's body and after considering a number of alternatives it was agreed that he would be transported to a waterfall about 50 miles away and buried at its base. I returned the transmitter to his body. Hosi and I left, returning to her house.The following morning a large mattress and a quantity of sheets were delivered to my house. A larger bed and mattress were also sent to Hosi's. Apparently the Queen approved of our union. Hosi and I met with several workers—they had made canoes in the past and asked me if I had any experience. I told them I had not. “Then,” the leader said, “we need to do a sloppy job, one a first-time builder would do. Your canoe will leak a bit, but we will give you something to bail with. There will be rough edges and uneven sides, but don't worry, it will float and get you down river safely.” I thanked them and returned to the village.Hosi and I went to bathe just before lunch. I explained that I would bathe at least twice daily—before and after sex with the tribe's women. I wanted to be clean for the women and clean for Hosi afterward. We ate our lunch and I returned for the first time in days to my house. I laid the sheet over the mattress, folding the edges underneath. I had just finished when I looked up to greet my first visitor—it was the leader of the party that had captured us.I rose and took her hand. I could tell she was nervous. I kissed her cheek as I helped her undress. When I was naked I helped her down to the mattress. I had her lie on her stomach so I could massage her shoulders, back, and legs. The massage helped her to relax; she sighed when I rolled her over. I leaned down to kiss her, my tongue penetrating her mouth as I massaged her breast. I was not surprised to find her pussy gushing. I rose up and pushed easily into her cunt. I expected a barrier, but she, too, had none. Their training must be so arduous that most if not all had ruptured their hymens at a very early age. I slid all the way into her easily. I fucked her with long slow strokes, increasing my tempo as we went. Soon I was pumping her pussy hard. It would be nice if she could cum, but that wasn't my priority—I wanted to knock her up! She suddenly began to meet my thrusts; her actions brought her clit into contact with my pubic bone. We exploded together as I drove deep into her, bathing her womb with my baby cream. I withdrew after I had shot my load into her, but I made her lie there for thirty minutes with her legs in the air.I helped her to her feet when her time was up, kissed her gently, and placed the soiled sheet outside my door for pick-up by a member of the Queen's staff. I walked to the pool, finding Hosi there waiting for me—she was pouting. I lifted her chin and asked her with my eyes. “I wish you would just make love to me.”“That's what I wish, also, but I promised the Queen and the alternative is milking. We must think of your tribe. It needs new members badly. She shook her head in agreement, but I could see that she still didn't like it.That's the way my days went except for those days I spent happily with Hosi. However, almost three weeks later I had just finished off my thirteenth virgin when I heard a bell pealing loudly. “Quick,” my partner of the day squealed, “that is the emergency bell!” We rose and ran out of my house. I met Hosi and we ran to the Queen's residence where we learned that a huge jaguar had found its way into the valley. Few people in the States realize that the jaguar is the third largest wild cat behind only the tiger and lion. Such an animal would present a tremendous danger to the tribe. I offered to hunt it down if the Queen would return my rifle and backpack. “How will you find it,” Queen Aleppa asked.“I won't; it will find me. If you will allow me an old goat from the herd I will set it out as bait. Jaguars are nocturnal hunters; it will come at night and I will lie in ambush.” She agreed and we selected an area just outside the village. I tied the poor animal to a stake and sought refuge in the nearest house almost one hundred yards away. I heard a noise behind me and when I turned it was Hosi and Reta with their spears. “Be quiet, we may have a long night ahead of us,” I whispered. I sat between them with my arms around them.I removed my night scope from the backpack and placed it on the rifle. I loaded it with hollow points and sat down to wait. No need to keep watch all night; the goat would warn us when the jaguar approached. It was just before three when the goat bleated crazily. I took my station at the window, leaning the barrel on the sill—I could just make out the cat in the trees beyond. It approached warily and as it did I got him into my sights. I inhaled and released; slowly I squeezed the trigger and fired—a head shot—just before it reached the goat. The hollow point spread like a mushroom as it passed through the big cat's brain. The jaguar did a back flip and when it hit the ground it was dead. I stood up and walked out with Hosi and Reta. I warned them to be careful in case the cat was only wounded. I put another bullet into its head when we were ten feet away just to be sure.I tied a rope around the cat's head and hauled it up onto a tree limb. Using a sharp knife I quickly separated the skin from the flesh. Hosi and Reta cut away the meat for distribution, placing it in large cloth sacks and giving the Queen the select cuts. I hung the pelt between two trees to dry. The following day I began to carefully scrape away all the fat and organic matter. It had no odor when the skin had completely dried and the pelt was extremely supple. I rolled it and presented it to the Queen. “Thank you, Dr. Schneider, but I think you are giving it to the wrong person. Hosi, please accept this gift from your mate. I give my approval to your union.” I handed the pelt to Hosi just before she jumped into my arms, kissing me wildly while Queen Aleppa sat by laughing.The weeks flew by quickly…much too quickly. By the time I had to leave I'd had sex with almost forty women—forty incredibly beautiful women, but none as beautiful as my Hosi.We finalized my departure plans. My canoe would be lowered alongside the waterfall to some brush at the bottom. I would have two paddles in case one should break. I would be given several goatskins of water in addition to our two canteens. I would take my back pack and Mike's in addition to some food. I tested my balky GPS and—surprise—it worked. I took special note of the latitude. If I had to I could follow that line until I found the valley and Hosi. I was really good at remembering numbers.The Queen suspended my breeding activities a few days before my departure so I could spend the days and nights exclusively with Hosi. We spent most of our time in bed naked kissing and holding each other. We fucked plenty, but mostly we held each other. I must have told her that I loved her a thousand times—almost as many as she told me. Finally, the time came. I arose early, a tear in my eye. Hosi, Reta and many of those I had coupled with walked to the waterfall. I kissed Hosi, reminding her that I would come back as soon as possible before lowering myself down a long rope to the river bed below. I pulled the canoe from the brush, blew a kiss to Hosi, and moved carefully into the canoe. The seat was just above the floor, making the whole craft more stable, something I would almost certainly need. I paddled quickly into the stream.I moved steadily downstream. The paddling was easy, more with the idea of keeping the canoe straight and in the current than actually propelling the craft. I was pretty sure I was doing more than five miles an hour. In a day I could be more than a hundred miles away. The transmitter would send its signal the following day. I knew I was on a tributary of the Amazon and paddled to the shore where the two met. I pulled the canoe up the bank, removed a long thin strip of brightly colored cloth and tied it onto a slender tree limb. Hopefully, I'd be able to find it when I returned. I pushed the canoe back into the water. The Amazon's flow was much slower so I had to paddle harder to maintain my pace.I ignored the insects and paddled through the night, wanting to put as much distance between us as possible. It was mid-morning of the second day that I saw the town down river on the right. This had been our embarkation point months before. I knew I could get a small plane to take me down to the coast and, from there, a flight back to the States. I pulled the canoe up to a small dock, threw the backpacks up, climbed out wearily, and let the canoe drift into the current—it had done its job.I found a small hotel and booked a room using my corporate credit card. The first thing I did was call the office. I let them know that Mike had perished—no need to lie. I told them that he tried to cross a river and was swept away in the current. I found him at the bottom of a fifty foot waterfall broken and dead. I took a long hot shower, shaved, and went to find a place to eat. I missed Hosi already—my heart ached for her touch. I made arrangements to fly to Recife from which I'd fly to the U.S.A. I got a haircut and some new clothes—mine were pretty well shot. The next day I was gone; the following I was home in New York City. I could have slept on the plane, but I had a lot of planning to do. I knew I was finished when I saw the Statue of Liberty. I took a cab directly from Kennedy Airport to the office, not bothering to wash or change into my corporate garb. I had a story to tell and sell.I climbed out of the cab and stomped into the lobby like a madman, wearing a khaki shirt, shorts, and hiking boots and carrying the two backpacks. I was told by some asshole doorman that I needed to be properly dressed to enter the building. The look I gave him would have cut through steel; he backed away and I walked to the elevator. There were several people waiting; I pushed them out of the way, telling them to get the next car. When one guy protested, asking who the hell did I think I was I told him as I pulled my machete from my pack. He suddenly remembered a prior appointment. I got off at the 37th floor and stormed past the shocked receptionist. It had been more than six months since I'd been to the office and I had never seen her before. I charged right past his secretary and kicked in Stewart Marks' office door. I pulled out the crummy GPS and threw it at him. “Here's your fucking GPS, asshole! Maybe if it had actually worked Mike Sullivan would still be alive, you fucking jerk!” I was screaming at the top of my lungs.Marks stood up in his $2,000 suit telling me I couldn't speak to him that way. “Oh really? While you were sitting here shining up your ass and drinking fucking martinis at lunch I was out in the fucking jungle with Mike Sullivan risking my life every fucking second made so much worse because you couldn't find your way clear to buy a $500 GPS. This is a fucking Fortune 100 company, shithead! I'll bet you shit in your pants in Central Park, you fucking loser. Try spending a night in the jungle.”“I'm calling security,” he screamed.“Go ahead—I quit anyway. Nothing is worse than working for an asshole like you. Here's something to complain about, douche bag!” I pulled my right hand back and punched him in the nose. Like the sissy he was it bled like crazy, destroying his monogrammed shirt and suit. Tsk, Tsk—too fucking bad!“I'll have you arrested!”“No, you will not.” The voice came from behind me; it was John Spillane, the CEO. “Hello, David,” he greeted me, “I guess it was pretty tough out there.”“Worse than tough, sir—it was terrible. Most of the time we didn't know where we were. Even if we found any bauxite we wouldn't be able to do anything about it because we had no idea where we were and all because this idiot wouldn't spend 500 bucks.” Security arrived and tried to remove me.“No,” John told them, “remove him. You're fired Stewart. I can overlook a lot of things, but risking men's lives to save a couple of bucks is inexcusable. Get out now. David, please come to my office.”To be continued, by senorlongo for SexStories.

SELÇUK BAYRAKTAR'IN PARALEL SARAYI Selçuk Bayraktar, Erdoğan sonrasına hazırlıkları için "Paralel Saray" inşa etti ve bürokratlardan biat almaya başladı. Bunu duyan Bilal Erdoğan görüntülü ve sesli tespitler yaparak babası Tayyip Erdoğan'a ispat etti. Erdoğan, Selçuk Bayraktar'a ceza kesmeye başladı. Bayraktar'ın savunma sanayindeki iki önemli adamı görevden alındı. Şehzadelerin Erdoğan sonrası için hazırlıklarında inanılmaz detaylar ve Bayraktar'ın TSK'nın arazisini elinden alarak inşa ettiği Paralel Sarayından ilk görüntüler.

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Disney just fired Beau DeMayo, the showrunner of X-Men '97 a week before the animated series drops on Disney Plus. There's no official word on WHY he's been fired, but the rumor mill is already firing up with allegations of... improper conduct. And we thought Morph was the biggest controversy. Tsk, tsk. ➡️ Tip Jar and Fan Support: http://ClownfishSupport.com ➡️ Official Merch Store: http://ShopClownfish.com ➡️ Official Website: http://ClownfishTV.com ➡️ Audio Edition: https://open.spotify.com/show/6qJc5C6OkQkaZnGCeuVOD1 ➡️ Gaming News: https://open.spotify.com/show/0A7VIqE3r5MQkFgL9nifNc About Us: Clownfish TV is an independent, opinionated news and commentary channel that covers Entertainment and Tech from a consumer's point of view. We talk about Gaming, Comics, Anime, TV, Movies, Animation and more. Hosted by Kneon and Geeky Sparkles. Disclaimer: This series is produced by Clownfish Studios and WebReef Media, and is part of ClownfishTV.com. Opinions expressed by our contributors do not necessarily reflect the views of our guests, affiliates, sponsors, or advertisers. ClownfishTV.com is an unofficial news source and has no connection to any company that we may cover. This channel and website and the content made available through this site are for educational, entertainment and informational purposes only. These so-called “fair uses” are permitted even if the use of the work would otherwise be infringing. #Disney #Marvel #XMen #Comics #News #Commentary #Reaction #Podcast #Comedy #Entertainment #Hollywood #PopCulture #Tech

Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for February 23, 2024 is: opprobrium • uh-PROH-bree-um • noun Opprobrium refers to very strong disapproval or criticism of a person or thing especially by a large number of people. // They're going ahead with the plan despite public opprobrium. See the entry > Examples: "Caught up in a whirlwind of public opprobrium, ... the brand's executives seemed unsure how to react, before finally offering up statements of public apologies and self-recrimination." — Vanessa Friedman, The New York Times, 1 June 2023 Did you know? Unfamiliar with opprobrium? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Just kidding—unfamiliarity with a word is hardly grounds for, well, opprobrium. We're here to learn! Besides, opprobrium is quite formal and has few close relations in English. It comes from the Latin verb opprobrāre, which means "to reproach." That verb, in turn, comes from the noun probrum, meaning "a disgraceful act" or "reproach." The adjective form of opprobrium is opprobrious, which in English means "deserving of scorn" or "expressing contempt." One might commit an "opprobrious crime" or be berated with "opprobrious language," for example.

In this episode, Jules and Erica dream of a day when health professionals are more compassionate during difficult GI tests (like barium studies for EOE and GERD). The girls attempt to unpack BCI investments trying to find a celiac disease cure, and highlight the FDA's new Xolair drug approval for food allergies. Oh, and they're still looking for a way to contact Bon Appetit. Tsk tsk. RESOURCESLearn all about gluten-free sourdough Are oats gluten-free? BCI - Beyond Celiac Investments press releaseXolair press release from the FDAContact/Follow Jules & Erica Tweet us @THEgfJules & @CeliacBeast Find us on IG @CeliacandTheBeast & @gfJules Follow us on FB @gfJules & @CeliacandTheBeast Email us at support@gfJules.com Find more articles, recipes & info at gfJules.com & celiacandthebeast.com Thanks for listening! Be sure to subscribe!**some links may be affiliate links; purchasing through these links will not cost you more, but will help to fund the podcast you ❤️

I tried the IG famous place “Toasted Mallow” and just in time to kick off my new chapter.  I share what my new chapter looks like. Btw Jet Blue for the loss…another delayed flight. Tsk tsk.And I'm kicking off the weekend.Watch the episode on https://www.youtube.com/@RoxTalksShow

TSK, dünyanın en güçlü 8'inci ordusu seçildi. Fransa'nın yeni başbakanı Gabriel Attal oldu. Ankara Filistin Dayanışma Platformu üyeleri, "Medya duyurdu, medya vuruldu" sloganlarıyla İsrail saldırılarında hayatını kaybeden gazetecileri andı. Bu bölüm Schneider Electric hakkında reklam içermektedir. Schneider Electric, Enerji Verimliliği Haftası'nda, iklim krizinin ve buna bağlı ekonomik ve sosyal zorlukların nedenleri arasında enerji sorununa ve kaynakların verimli kullanımına vurgu yapıyor.

IBM introduces the PCJr Coleco ships the Adam Infocom disses graphics   These stories and many more on this episode of the VGNRTM   This episode we will look back at the biggest stories in and around the video game industry in November 1993. As always, we'll mostly be using magazine cover dates, and those are of course always a bit behind the actual events.   Alex Smith of They Create Worlds is our cohost. Check out his podcast here: https://www.theycreateworlds.com/ and order his book here: https://www.theycreateworlds.com/book   Get us on your mobile device: Android: https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly92aWRlb2dhbWVuZXdzcm9vbXRpbWVtYWNoaW5lLmxpYnN5bi5jb20vcnNz iOS: https://podcasts.apple.com/de/podcast/video-game-newsroom-time-machine   And if you like what we are doing here at the podcast, don't forget to like us on your podcasting app of choice, YouTube, and/or support us on patreon! https://www.patreon.com/VGNRTM   Send comments on Mastodon @videogamenewsroomtimemachine@oldbytes.space Or twitter @videogamenewsr2 Or Instagram https://www.instagram.com/vgnrtm Or videogamenewsroomtimemachine@gmail.com   Links:   7 Minutes in Heaven: Beach Head Video Version: https://www.patreon.com/posts/96037276 https://www.mobygames.com/game/19932/beach-head/     Corrections: October 1983 Ep - https://www.patreon.com/posts/october-1983-94392565 Ethan's fine site The History of How We Play: https://thehistoryofhowweplay.wordpress.com/ Chronicles Revisited Podcast 14 — Touch the Screen! Touch the Screen! https://www.smoliva.blog/post/chronicles-revisited-podcast-014/ The Computer Chronicles 40th Anniversary with S.M. Oliva https://www.patreon.com/posts/computer-40th-s-95453094 https://www.cashbox-magazine.com/about https://www.mobygames.com/game/11121/chiller/     1973 Video Games take center stage at MOA show https://archive.org/details/cashbox35unse_18/page/51/mode/1up https://archive.org/details/cashbox35unse_21/page/47/mode/1up https://archive.org/details/cashbox35unse_19/page/55/mode/1up   Atari asks ops to steer clear of copycats https://archive.org/details/cashbox35unse_19/page/61/mode/1up   German arcade owners seeth https://archive.org/details/cashbox35unse_21/page/48/mode/1up   Heathkit offers budget priced calculator kit https://www.worldradiohistory.com/Archive-Poptronics/70s/1973/Poptronics-1973-11.pdf pg. 89   Electronic watches on the rise https://www.worldradiohistory.com/Archive-Poptronics/70s/1973/Poptronics-1973-11.pdf pg. 5   Video Phone shown at CeBit https://www.worldradiohistory.com/Archive-Poptronics/70s/1973/Poptronics-1973-11.pdf pg. 19 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzdCKBZP4Jo     1983-11 Williams loses $6 million in fourth quarter Games People, Nov. 19, 1983, pg. 11 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecVcA3l6v3E   Atari is the (coinop) come-back kid RePlay Nov. 1983, pg. 123   Battle of the Cons Replay, Nov. 1983, pg. 15   Tokyo Amusement Machine Show side steps laser craze Replay Nov. 1983, pg. 23 Games People Nov. 28, 1983, pg. 9 Replay Nov. 1983, pg. 86   Monitor maker TSK cuts credit Games People, Nov. 19, 1983, pg. 1   Activision to lay off a quarter of its workforce https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/12/business/activision-sets-layoffs-for-90.html   Odyssey2 is no more https://archive.org/details/computer-entertainer-2-8/page/120/mode/1up?view=theater   Starpath bows out https://archive.org/details/computer-entertainer-2-8/page/117/mode/1up?view=theater   Fox drops out of games https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/10/business/fox-quitting-video-games.html   Milton Bradley expects losses https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/15/business/milton-bradley-expects-deficit.html   Vectrex debuts 3D Imager https://archive.org/details/logical_gamer_novdec83/page/5/mode/2up   Spectravideo's Compumate gets reviewed Personal Computer News, Nov. 23, 1983 pg. 38   Amiga to release computer/game combo machine https://archive.org/details/Electronic_Fun_with_Computer_Games_Vol_02_No_01_1983-11_Fun_Games_Publishing_US/page/n105/mode/2up   Berlin Consumer Trade Show sees micros and video games galore http://www.atarimuseum.de/gamesum.htm https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sharp_MZ https://www.videospielgeschichten.de/die-fans-fragen-klaus-ollmann-antwortet/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philips_Videopac%2B_G7400 https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/IFA_(Messe)#1970%E2%80%931990 http://www.kultmags.com/mags.php?folder=Q1BVLzE5ODM= https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLp7z5j6N5lhyqNEEtxz1bnkhjCTbJ_rqS&si=GVvJ9SIMYkaOO7av   TI stock shoots up https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/01/business/a-seesaw-day-for-computers.html   IBM Introduces the PC Jr https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/02/business/the-debut-of-ibm-s-junior.html https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/02/business/ibm-s-speedy-redirection.html https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/06/business/week-in-business-japan-s-car-makers-are-sent-a-message.html https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IBM_PCjr   Small Idaho company to supply PCJr keyboard https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/26/business/advanced-input-s-ibm-coup.html   Atari and Coleco hike prices https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/10/business/atari-coleco-raise-computer-prices.html Personal Computer News Nov. 9, 1983, pg. 6 https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/12/business/commodore-corp-reports-earnings-for-qtr-to-sept-30.html?searchResultPosition=1   Atari backs away from home computers https://archive.org/details/computer-entertainer-2-8/page/119/mode/1up?view=theater   Coleco lowers Adam shipment targets Toy & Hobby World November 1984, pg. S1 https://archive.org/details/Electronic_Fun_with_Computer_Games_Vol_02_No_01_1983-11_Fun_Games_Publishing_US/page/n11/mode/2up https://archive.org/details/logical_gamer_novdec83/page/5/mode/2up   JCPenney and KMart pass on Adam https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/15/business/penney-s-holiday-line-omits-adam-computer.html   Adam shipments lower than expected https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/24/business/dow-declines-0.20-in-heavy-trading.html   Adam review https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/29/science/personal-computers-the-new-adam-arrives-for-a-test.html   Cabbage Patch Doll Mania ensues https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/29/us/adoptable-dolls-aren-t-having-any-trouble-finding-homes.html https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cabbage_Patch_Kids https://youtu.be/qR0aVHlXpvM?si=PoN1JgbZkmkA39Hi   Aquarius discounted https://timesmachine.nytimes.com/timesmachine/1983/11/27/issue.html   Commodore teases TED https://archive.org/details/popular-computing-weekly-1983-11-24/mode/1up?view=theater https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commodore_Plus/4   Comdex to be swamped by PC clones https://www.worldradiohistory.com/Archive-Byte/80s/Byte-1983-11.pdf pg. 7   Tandy to enter PC compatible market https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/30/business/tandy-computer-s-hard-test.html https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tandy_1000   HP moves to reduce OS options Personal Computer News, Nov. 2, 1983 pg. 3   Reflex launches Hercules Personal Computer News, Nov. 2, 1983 pg. 3   Apple outlook flat https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/08/business/apple-sees-flat-profit-outlook.html   Apple funds IBM clone adapter Personal Computer News, Nov. 23, 1983 pg. 2, 5 Personal Computer News, Nov. 30, 1983, pg. 4   Microsoft Debuts Windows https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/13/business/wekk-in-business-more-good-news-about-inflation.html https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/11/business/microsoft-displays-window-program.html?searchResultPosition=1 Personal Computer News, Nov. 30, 1983, pg. 4, 6   Lightpens, the interface choice of the future https://archive.org/details/1983-11-computegazette/page/n33/mode/2up https://archive.org/details/commodore-user-magazine-02/page/n5/mode/2up https://archive.org/details/1983-11-compute-magazine/page/n170/mode/1up?view=theater https://archive.org/details/Info-64_Issue_2_Winter_83-84_1983_Cybertech_US/page/n13/mode/2up   Newbrain to return from the dead Personal Computer News, Nov. 2, 1983 pg. 3   Electron deliveries fall short Personal Computer News, Nov. 2, 1983 pg. 2 Personal Computer News, Nov. 30, 1983, pg. 2   Acorn second processor sticker shock Personal Computer News, Nov. 30, 1983, pg. 2   Dynasty Computer corp wants to sell you a computer in your home https://www.retromags.com/files/file/5858-electronic-games-hotline-volume-2-no-7-november-6-1983/ pg. 2 http://www.atariprotos.com/othersystems/sorcerer/hardware/smartalec.htm   Broderbund announces partnership with TI https://archive.org/details/computer-entertainer-2-8/page/119/mode/1up?view=theater Toy and Hobby World Nov. 1984, pg. S12 https://www.retromags.com/files/file/5858-electronic-games-hotline-volume-2-no-7-november-6-1983/ pg. 8 https://archive.org/details/1983-11-computegazette/page/n49/mode/2up   Infocom disses graphics https://archive.org/details/1983-11-computegazette/page/n23/mode/2up https://archive.org/details/1983-11-computegazette/page/n29/mode/2up https://archive.org/details/family-computing-03/page/n15/mode/2up   EA brings album cover aesthetics to game software packaging https://archive.org/details/family-computing-03/page/n15/mode/2up   Quicksilva arrives in the US https://archive.org/details/1983-11-computegazette/page/n133/mode/2up   Mirror Group jumps into software https://archive.org/details/popular-computing-weekly-1983-11-17/mode/1up?view=theater   Computer magazines boom https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/09/business/boom-in-computer-magazines.html   Hobby Computer magazine debuts http://www.kultmags.com/mags.php?folder=SGFwcHkgQ29tcHV0ZXIvMTk4Mw==   Info64 debuts https://archive.org/details/Info-64_Issue_2_Winter_83-84_1983_Cybertech_US   GameLine adds stock info and email https://www.retromags.com/files/file/5858-electronic-games-hotline-volume-2-no-7-november-6-1983/ pg. 2   Time exits Teletext https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/22/business/time-inc-drops-teletext-experiment.html   Online education may be the future https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/20/us/from-1500-miles-professor-teaches-his-class-by-computer.html   Bond plays games https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUc4GkMN1qs RePlay Nov. 1983, pg. 178 https://archive.org/details/computer-entertainer-2-8/page/117/mode/1up?view=theater   Atari 5200 ad mentioned in Videogaming and computergaming illustrated https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vS-pingC-xY https://archive.org/details/Videogaming_and_Computer_Gaming_Illustrated_1983-11_Ion_International_US/page/n3/mode/1up https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/09/business/advertising-changes-by-atari-and-ibm.html   Japan agrees to loosen restrictions on the Yen https://www.nytimes.com/1983/11/13/business/wekk-in-business-more-good-news-about-inflation.html   New study finds games designed to be addictive Games People, Nov. 19, 1983, pg. 1 https://archive.org/details/mindatplaypsycho0000loft/page/n9/mode/2up   Recommended Links:   The History of How We Play: https://thehistoryofhowweplay.wordpress.com/ Gaming Alexandria: https://www.gamingalexandria.com/wp/ They Create Worlds: https://tcwpodcast.podbean.com/ Digital Antiquarian: https://www.filfre.net/ The Arcade Blogger: https://arcadeblogger.com/ Retro Asylum: http://retroasylum.com/category/all-posts/ Retro Game Squad: http://retrogamesquad.libsyn.com/ Playthrough Podcast: https://playthroughpod.com/ Retromags.com: https://www.retromags.com/ Games That Weren't - https://www.gamesthatwerent.com/     Sound Effects by Ethan Johnson of History of How We Play.     Copyright Karl Kuras      

We went on Cosmic Rewind and we're here to talk about it. Which song did we get? How do we feel about the big boy Eson? And which member of our party was defeated by this coaster? Also, Mike lost his hat. Tsk tsk. TODAY Cafe (normal episode) is up at The Second Gate: Patreon.com/PodcastTheRide  FOLLOW PODCAST: THE RIDE: https://twitter.com/PodcastTheRide https://www.instagram.com/podcasttheride BUY PODCAST: THE RIDE MERCH: https://www.teepublic.com/stores/podcast-the-ride PODCAST THE RIDE IS A FOREVER DOG PODCAST https://foreverdogpodcasts.com/podcasts/podcast-the-ride Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Summary: In this episode of Misfit's Mindset, award winning podcast host and Founder of Brave, Caleb Parker chats with Anton Boner Cofounder of Screenloop. The conversation explores Anton's journey to starting Screenloop, his experiences through their rapid growth phase, and how their team navigated the challenges they encountered. Also discussed are Anton's insights on fundraising, his approach to maintaining a work-life balance amidst high-pressure situations, and his thoughts on future of work strategies in an increasingly remote workforce environment. The episode includes a segment from Dan Pilling of TSK, the episode's sponsor, discussing the importance of maintaining a growth mindset in rapidly changing environment.   Takeaways: • Hiring for the Future: Anton emphasizes the importance of hiring for the future organization, not just current needs. This mindset reflects a diversity of aspiration and a future-fit state of mind. • Fail Fast, Learn Fast: The discussion delves into the concept of failing fast and learning fast, echoing the growth mindset essential for navigating the challenges of entrepreneurship. • Navigating Funding Challenges: Anton shares a bold move where Screenloop pulled funding from a potential lead investor at the last minute, highlighting the critical importance of choosing the right investors for long-term success. • Pivoting with Purpose: The episode explores Screenloop's pivot from its initial product launch to addressing new needs in the talent acquisition space, showcasing the adaptability necessary for success. • Mindset for Fundraising: As Screenloop approaches Series A, Anton discusses the shift in mindset, emphasizing the need for focused mental space and energy as the stakes and expectations increase.   Connect with today's guest Anton Boner • Anton Boner on LinkedIn • Screenloop Website • Screenloop on LinkedIn   Connect with your host Caleb Parker: •  Caleb's LinkedIn •  Caleb on X (formerly Twitter) Sponsors: TSK: Website | Dan Pilling LinkedIn TSK makes workplaces better for fast growing companies by aligning physical places with their purpose and culture to attract the right talent as they grow.   Brave: Website | Instagram Brave is the community for those who dare to innovate. Join today to connect with like-minded innovators, receive invites to events like Misfits Mondays, and gain access to exclusive content, co-working spaces, and our Brave ecosystem to help you grow and inspire new ideas.   Launch Your Own Podcast: A Podcast Company is the leading podcast production and strategic content company for brands, organisations, institutions, individuals, and entrepreneurs. Our team sets you up with the right strategy, equipment, training, guidance and content to ensure you sound amazing while speaking to your niche audience and networking with your perfect clients. Get in touch jason@apodcastcompany.com

Part 2 - Stanley Jacobs and Edgie Christian of the TSK band join Neville James as they discuss the upcoming Crucian Christmas Serenade, scratch music, quelbe and music in the Virgin Islands. 

SARAY'A 4 ADET SUİKAST SİLAHI ALINDI-CEVHERİ GÜVEN Tayyip Erdoğan'ın Sarayına dört adet suikast tüfeği alındı. TSK karşı çıkmasına rağmen neden sessiz kaldı? A82A1 Baret marka tüfek zırhlı bir aracın içindeki kişiyi bile yokedebiliyor. Saray neden bu tüfeklerden almak istedi? Cumhurbaşkanlığı Sarayının içine kurulan gizli birimler... Gizli istihbarat servisi... Gizli dinleme ofisleri...

Ooooh, the Wampas boys got in trouble! Tsk tsk tsk. Find out what they did to piss off the Associated Press and more with the second half of 1927's Wampas Baby Stars, including tales of a lumpy dog named Bobo, a bit of bum, the complete inability to grasp direction, an elderly woman flying a plane, and when real success involves taking your pants off! This episode may contain (mild) language that may be inappropriate for some listeners. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

"Those who dare to envision a different world are the ones who etch their mark upon it." Join award winning podcast host and Founder of Brave, Caleb Parker in this exciting Season Premier  of "Misfits Mindset." Discover the inspiring stories of founders who are reshaping their industries, navigating challenges, and making a positive impact on the world.  In this trailer, Caleb sets the stage for a series of in-depth conversations with brave entrepreneurs who redefine the very notion of possibility. They discuss the resilience, emotional intelligence, and leadership qualities required to succeed as a founder scaling a company Get ready to embark on a journey that inspires, challenges norms, and unlocks the Maverick spirit within you. Caleb also introduces their headline sponsor, TSK, and shares how they make workplaces better for fast-growing companies. Connect with your host Caleb Parker: •  Caleb's LinkedIn •  Caleb on X (formerly Twitter) Sponsors: TSK:  Website | Dan Pilling LinkedIn TSK makes workplaces better for fast growing companies by aligning physical places with their purpose and culture to attract the right talent as they grow. Brave: Website | Twitter Brave is the community for those who dare to innovate. Join today to connect with like-minded innovators, receive invites to events like Misfits Mondays, and gain access to exclusive content, co-working spaces, and our Brave ecosystem to help you grow and inspire new ideas. Launch Your Own Podcast:A Podcast Company is the leading podcast production and strategic content company for brands, organisations, institutions, individuals, and entrepreneurs. Our team sets you up with the right strategy, equipment, training, guidance and content to ensure you sound amazing while speaking to your niche audience and networking with your perfect clients. Get in touch jason@apodcastcompany.com  

Listen to Dan and Ben share their takes on TSK scenario-by-scenario as they play through the entire campaign in one crazy New Jersey weekend. Transition music: Pardon Me Pretty Baby - music by Vincent Rose, lyrics by Ray Klages and Jack Meskill Ikimiz Bir Fidaniz - Tülay Özer El Toba - Abd El Halim Hafez Milonga de mis amores - by Pedro Laurenz, performed by Enea Leone and Roberto Bongianino Unknown Moroccan Gnawa music Somebody Home - Death's Dynamic Shroud Boston Johnny Beats - Matt Farley Suite Guaracho Part II - Tata Vásquez & His Orchestra Inngerneq - Traditional (Greenland), performed by Pamyua Berjuang Lah Kanda - J. Kamisah & Wisma 6661 - Wand

#Nas & #HitBoy for the last time after six projects, I had to review this joint early 10/10 is my rating how is he putting all of these experiences on wax this fast. The goat is from #Queensbridge the city of #NewYork should be proud. Tune in share & subscribe.  #Magic3 Track list Fever  TSK  Superhero Status  I Love This Feeling  No Tears  Never Die (feat. Lil Wayne)  Pretty Young Girl  Based on True Events  Based on True Events, Pt. 2  Sitting With My Thoughts  Blue Bentley  Jodeci Member  Speechless, Pt. 2  Japanese Soul Bar  1-800-Nas-&-Hit ✌

TSK'da 187 general ve amiralin ataması gerçekleşti. Musk, Zuckerberg ile Kolezyum'da dövüşmeyi planlıyor. ABD Donanması çatışmanın geleceğine hazırlanırken günümüzdeki robotik ve yapay zeka teknolojilerinden nasıl faydalanıyor? Bugünün bülteni Intel ile birlikte ulaşıyor.

Günaydın. Yüksek Askerî Şûra toplantısında TSK'nın üst kademesi belirlendi. Aylık enflasyon son 1,5 yılın en yüksek seviyesini gördü. 6 Akdeniz ülkesi iklim değişikliğine karşı mücadele için ortak bildiri yayımladı. Bugünün bülteni Ernst & Young Türkiye (örnst end yang) ile birlikte ulaşıyor.

Welcome back, friends! Sit back, relax, and listen to Willie and I bloviate while Jody sinks deeper into his chair.Perrin and Faile reunite and make up, and Rand immediately tries to send Perrin to Tear and Illian. Tsk tsk.Rand then travels to Caemlyn himself to meet with Bashere and Bael. He tells them the army will march on Illian, much to Bael and Bashere's glee.Meanwhile, Egwene is squeezing Sheriam for info when she senses Moghedien escape. She has one on ones with Siuan and Leane before being cornered by Nicola and Areina who try to blackmail her! Silly geese... Reach out and let us know what you thought of these chapters and our opinions and observations about them:Twitter - @BloodAndAshPodYouTube - Blood and AshesFacebook - BloodAndAshesPodcastWeb - www.bloodandashespodcast.com (Now with voicemail capabilities!)Discord - Blood and Ashes (If the link doesn't work, drop me a message and I'll email you a fresh one)Merch - Blood and Ashes Merch! (If you send in some good ideas, we'll use them too!)Enjoy!Mo, Willie and Jody

What were you wearing in the ‘90s, Slushies? Sleeveless flannel and crochet? Paco Rabanne? We're beguiled by Emily Pulfer-Terino's poems on this episode as we discuss how she slides us back to the ‘90s. She has us sniffing magazine perfume inserts and marveling at the properly cranky voice she invokes for an epigraph, borrowed from Vogue's letters to the editor. What were we thinking wearing all those shreds? Only the girls on those glossy pages know for sure. For more context, check out Karina Longworth's excellent podcast, You Must Remember This, and her recent deep dive into the bonkers eroticism of the 1990s. Plus, Sentimental Garbage's episode on Dirty Dancing featuring Curtis Sittenfeld.  For a great collection of poems that draws its title from grunge-era jargon (kinda, sorta, wink, wink), we recommend a book we love by our pal Daniel Nester:  Harsh Realm: My 1990s.   This episode is brought to you by our sponsor Wilbur Records, who kindly introduced us to the artist is A.M.Mills whose song “Spaghetti with Loretta” now opens our show.    At the table: Jason Schneiderman, Marion Wrenn, Kathleen Volk Miller, Samantha Neugebauer, and Dagne Forrest     Emily Pulfer-Terino is a poet and writer whose work has appeared in Tupelo Quarterly, Hunger Mountain, The Collagist, The Southeast Review, Poetry Northwest, Stone Canoe, The Louisville Review, Juked, and other journals and anthologies. Her poetry chapbook, Stays the Heart, is published by Finishing Line Press. She has been a Tennessee Williams Poetry Scholar at the Sewanee Writers' Conference and has been granted a fellowship for creative nonfiction at the Vermont Studio Center. She holds an MFA in creative writing from Syracuse University, and she lives in Western Massachusetts.   Author website: http://emilypulferterino.com/ Instagram: @epulferterino Grunge & Glory “You're kidding. Tell me you're kidding. At least I'll know where to find my new wardrobe this year...in the nearest dumpster…talk about the Emperor's New Clothes. Tsk, tsk.”—(Letter to the Editor)[1]   What's more glorious than a girl in a field,  curled in the whorl of a deer bed, alfalfa    haloing her dreams of fashion magazines while she plies matted hay, untatting her world?   Bales score the landscape, parceling endlessness, parsing this solo tableau,   while her heroes wrench their music  into being in Seattle, gray, time zones away.   What's grunge if not her dense crochet of castoff couture curated from dumpsters   and worn with a frisson of pride and shame:  flowering nightgown, old ski boots, sweater    turned lace in places by moths and age? And this field like where models pose   in Vogue, each page itself a piece of land and an ethos framed inside a storyboard.     Scala Naturae   Like prying pods of milkweed                so those astral seeds effuse—   unseaming magazine ads for perfume.                Anointing my wrists with scented glue,    running each over the edge of a page,                testing scents I aspired to buy   and classifying my olfactory taxonomy.               Grass evoked the world I'd known   with hints of rain and magnolia               slight as fog above an unmown field.   DNA's rosemary, oakmoss, and mint,               ancient and clear as purpose; glass    spiraled bottle signifying sentience                and enduring iteration. Both    ethereal and hyperreal, Destiny                offered apricots, orchids, and roses--   bottle opaque as an eyelid,                veil of petals sheer as promise.   Samsara was amber, sandalwood,                ylang ylang, peach. Syllabically lulling,    its s and a extending, repeating, suggesting               endlessness. Cycle of birth and death   rebranded as serenity in ongoingness.                Angel's burst of praline and patchouli   lit the crystal facets of that star,               making heaven of my pulse and ordinary air.   [1]  Wynne Bittlinger, letter to the editor in Vogue US, February 1993  

It's baaaack…by popular demand! The very jewel of our franchise that drops but once a year, it's the creepy, kooky, mysterious and spooky Escape from October! This time, we've escaped so thoroughly that it's practically December! Gather ‘round: it's time for one whole episode with no evidence of disease. This year we waste no time chilling you to the bone. Is that grandma giving you a jingle from the great beyond? Who is that judgmental presence refusing to let you play model trains in peace? Is that stranger flipping through the yellow pages a specter or something even more terrifying? Go fetch the rifle, Sue; the gentrifiers are building another haunted speakeasy, and those haints ain't down with vaping. Tsk tsk! This years' web of horror is dedicated to Charlotte. Thanks to friends and listeners Kerry, Kelsi, Beth(2), Erika, Leah and Amy's pal with the haunted Irish castle house for making this a spooktacular we won't soon forget! 

In this episode we find ourselves in familiar territory, if you are a classic serial killer aficionado. The United States of America. A killer with a brilliant mind. Young beautiful victims. Necrophilia. A serial killer superstar. Yes, dear listener, it is time for a true TSK classic serial killer exposé. The man at hand is none other than the killer giant himself, the Co-ed killer responsible for murdering 10 human beings, Edmund Kemper. Enjoy. Become a Patron today: https://www.patreon.com/theserialkillerpodcastWebsite: https://www.theserialkillerpodcast.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/theskpodcastInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/serialkillerpodTwitter: https://twitter.com/serialkillerpodSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/the-serial-killer-podcast. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.