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Welcome to Creative Block! This week's guest is David C. Smith! David is a director, storyboard artist, and woodworker who has worked on Primos, Mulligan, Hotel Transylvania 4, and Angry Birds 2.In this episode, VEE and SEAN talk to DAVID about INTERNING at CARTOON NETWORK, FINDING A HOBBY, THREE Es OF DIRECTING, and so much more.While we talk, we doodle on a MAGMA, where we draw from prompts we got on TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, YOUTUBE, THREADS, NEWGROUNDS, and PATREON. Subscribe to our channel to hear more stories of other animation professionals! ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Thank you to our Patreon Blockheads for supporting the show!Want to become a Patron? ► https://www.patreon.com/crtvblockHit subscribe and follow our socials for updates! ►https://bsky.app/profile/crtvblock.bsky.social ►https://twitter.com/crtvblock ► https://www.instagram.com/crtv.block/ ► https://www.threads.net/@crtv.block ► https://creativeblockpod.newgrounds.com/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Follow the hosts!VEE! ► https://x.com/violainebriat ► https://www.instagram.com/violainebriat ► https://www.threads.net/@violainebriat ► https://www.violainebriat.com/SEAN! ► https://linktr.ee/lordspew ► https://x.com/lordspew ► https://www.instagram.com/lordspew/ ► https://www.threads.net/@lordspewFollow the guests!DAVID! ► https://www.daveofthedeadportfolio.com/ ► https://www.instagram.com/thedaveofthedead/ ► https://www.daveofthedeadportfolio.com/#/lumen/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Editing by Clemence Briat ► https://twitter.com/clem_n_mProduced by Marco Beltran ► https://twitter.com/orcsocksReels/Shorts by Ebuka.PNG ► https://www.instagram.com/ebuka_0fomaTheme song by Louie Zong ► https://twitter.com/everydaylouie■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■0:00 Intro4:01 Interning and pitching12:40 First job17:33 Woodworking27:19 Specialization vs variety38:46 Hate on shows45:54 The three E's of Directing

Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 6 Lab Results and Quarantines Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.   The Docs signed off, leaving me alone in the little meeting room again. Not knowing when I would be able to leave, I decided to try and fall back on one of my old military instincts; sleep when you can. So I got comfortable in the chair, closed my eyes, and let myself drift into a fitful, not-quite-soothing sleep. "Harri," someone said, and I woke with a start as my shoulder was touched. "Urm," I grunted, and sniffed in a breath as I blinked rapidly and looked around. I was still in the room, and Miriam was smiling at me. She was dressed in fatigues here in the military office complex instead of her service dress blues and her hair was up in a standard military bun hidden beneath the standard issue cap. "Just like a grunt to take any reason for a nap," she grinned at me. "Come on. We can talk in my office." I stood, yawned and stretched, feeling something pop in my back and my shoulder from the uncomfortable position I'd been in. "Lead the way, Lieutenant Colonel," I said. She rolled her eyes at me a little but didn't say anything, just opening the door and walking through. I followed her back into that hallway where Brent had clocked me. He wasn't in the waiting room at the end of the hall. "Is Brent,” I started to ask. "He's waiting on another floor," Miriam said. "Refuses to leave until he sees his daughter is alright. It's making operations slow down over at the construction site, but I can't blame him." "Neither can I," I said, touching the tenderness of my black eye. Miriam led me through several very plain corridors lined with doors. None of them had windows to see in, and most had nameplate mounts but lacked names, and instead were labelled with numbers. It struck me as secretive, and that meant I was probably in the Air Force part of the building and not the Vaccine Test Center part. If they were trying to make people feel at ease joining an experimental program, these plain walls and doors forming a maze were not the way to do it. Confounding an enemy trying to sneak through this part of the building, though? It was perfect. I followed Miriam until she stopped at a seemingly random door and opened it, leading me into a large office. It had a large bank of windows, but extra-heavy curtains had been hung over them and were drawn shut to the point I wondered if they were nailed in place. One wall was entirely covered in a whiteboard with all sorts of coded writing on it. There were two desks in the room; the main desk was scattered with papers and a computer terminal, with a plush office chair tucked in behind it. The second desk had more stuff on it, but in neater piles, and Captain Bloomberg was sitting behind it at work. She glanced up at us as we entered and gave me a slightly judgmental look, before going back to the printout she was reading. The rest of the office space was dominated by file shelving units, a gun safe, and a leather couch that looked uncomfortable but was probably soft as hell. "Captain, could you give us five?" Miriam asked. "Of course, Ma'am," she nodded, set down the papers face-down and stepped around her desk to the door. She shot Miriam a quick look, and Miriam gave her one back, and the Captain left. If I had to guess it was to do with the fact that the office was probably full of classified material and information and the Captain was silently reminding her superior officer not to let me poke around or leave me alone in there. "Sit, please," Miriam sighed once the door was closed and we were alone, gesturing at the couch. I did, instantly sinking into it, and she sat on the other end and turned to me. "So, now that we know it's not life-threatening, you feel ready to get teased yet?" I snorted a little and scratched at my beard. "It's still a little raw," I admitted. "Just like how you fucked her?" Miriam asked with a grin. "Sorry, that's the only one." I shook my head and chuckled. There were few kinds of people who could be as morbidly crude and insulting, and mean it in the best way, as a military friend. "Seriously, Harri," she said. "I got a briefing on it. She's fine, you're fine. No one is in trouble." "Tell that to her father," I said. "And I can't blame him for probably wanting to kill me." "Yeah, well, tough shit for him," Miriam said. "We've expanded his Need to Know status and gave him some more info on the vaccine to calm him down. He's not happy, but he's not worried anymore. Seriously though, did you have to go and fuck my lead civilian contractor's daughter?" "We were friendly with her," I said, and let out a long breath. "Erica said she thought Vanessa might be a little interested. I don't think either of us expected her to show up on our proverbial doorstep and ask for a foursome." "I always did think Erica was a smart woman after we met," Miriam said. "Though I figured you'd lost a few brain cells since you weren't dating her at the time." "There's a whole story behind that," I said, waving her off. "I'm sure there is," Miriam smiled. "Doesn't mean it's a good excuse though." "Well, Vanessa seems to think you have a crush on me after she met you for all of two minutes," I shot back at her. Miriam flushed for a moment but didn't look away from me, still in command in her own office. "Vanessa might have been doing a bit of projecting," she said. "I'm not into hillbillies with bushy beards and big guts." "Ouch," I laughed, holding my stomach. Sure, I wasn't in the peak physical form I'd been in coming out of the military, but I hadn't gone that soft. Miriam and I continued to chat and laugh for a few more minutes until the Captain came back and then Miriam let me borrow some sound-cancelling headphones and hang out on their couch while they were working. They had food ordered in and Miriam and I ate dinner together while Captain Bloomberg ate as she kept working at her desk. It wasn't until I noticed that the faint bit of light leaking around the edges of the curtains was dimming that it had been a long day and I hadn't been able to contact Erica and Ivy. I asked Miriam if I could have my phone back just to update them, and she and the Captain had to discuss it for a long moment before they decided they could probably do the texting for me, but for security protocols I couldn't be given control of the phone. When my phone powered on it took a long moment for it to connect to service, and then it started buzzing like crazy and a bunch of messages came in. Miriam was holding it, and her eyes went a little wide as the message notification scrolled by. "Um," she said. "Well, it looks like you and your partners are... happy together." "Oh no," I groaned. "What did they send?" "Well, you have a whole bunch of messages from Brent Peters chewing you out, so there's that," Miriam said. "But, uh, well, there are photos from your partners." "Sorry," I shrugged, once again finding my face heating up at the exposure of my sex life. "It's fine," Miriam said. "It was my idea to do the texting anyways." She tapped around on the phone for a moment. "Alright, I'll just say 'Harri isn't allowed to use his phone right now. This is Miriam Abarbanel. He is fine, no trouble. Vanessa is also fine and healthy. They will return tomorrow.'" "That's fine," I said with a nod. I would have liked to tell them more, and that I loved them. And that they shouldn't have been trying to send me whatever scandalous photos they had considering I was in military custody at the moment. Miriam hit send and a minute later another text came through and she opened it, immediately rolling her eyes and setting my phone down. "What?" I asked. "Erica sent another photo, and I think it was for me," she said. "What? Really?" I asked. Miriam opened the photo again and turned my phone around to show me. Erica and Ivy were both sunbathing in the chairs, topless. The third Adirondack had a name tag written on a piece of paper and taped to the back of the chair that red 'Vanessa.' Beside it, they had put out another lawn chair and had quickly put another nametag on it that said 'Miriam.' I couldn't help the little snort of laughter that came out of me, and I covered my mouth to try and stop from giggling a bit. "I'm sorry," I said. Miriam laughed once and set my phone down. "You know, Erica is the right kind of trouble for you I think," she said. "You haven't spent enough time with Ivy," I countered. "That girl is mischievous. I bet the Vanessa one was Erica's idea to try and cheer her up, and the other one was Ivy." "If you've got any pictures from that Danielle woman, I wouldn't mind checking those out," Captain Bloomberg said from over at her desk. "Laura," Miriam said, a little shocked. "What? I told you when we first saw her, that woman could turn a bigoted granny gay," Laura said. "That's fair," Miriam said thoughtfully. "Hey, no arguments from me," I said. Miriam and the Captain ended up finishing their work days, though Miriam told me that she was on call 24/7 anyways and they stayed in apartments lower in the building. She offered to try and find me a free one to rest overnight, but I asked her if I could see Vanessa and stay in whatever medical room she was in. I didn't want her to wake up from the process and be alone. This started a silent conversation of sharp looks between Miriam and Laura, until Laura sighed. "She's not alone. Her father hasn't left her side since we let him see her. This is... let's call it a legal grey area at the moment. Technically you're not even extended family, so he would get precedent on deciding who can be there," she said. "But under the circumstances of the Vaccine imprinting, there's been some debate going around the legal circles of what constitutes a civil union. The matter's still up in the air, but there's a case to be made that you and she are now more intimately connected than she and her father. So I guess the question is do you want to push the issue?" "Oh, fuck," I groaned, and had to massage the bridge of my nose. "On the one hand, yes I want to see her. On the other, Brent deserves to be pissed at me and worried about her. Can I just talk to him?" "Honestly, Harri," Miriam said. "I think you should probably leave that whole conversation to Vanessa and how she wants to have it. Doesn't matter how much you defend yourself, you're still the guy that fucked that man's daughter in a pretty... degenerate seems too strong, but pervy is too weak. Anyways, you fucking her like that brought her here, and he's now aware that she's going to be intimately connected to you for a while." I puffed out my cheeks and let the air blow out slowly, unsure of what to do. "I can try talking to him," Laura offered. "But honestly, I don't know if it would do any good." "It's fine," I finally conceded. "He can be there, just find me another room where I can crash, and let me know when she's awake?" "I'll leave a standing order with the nurses," Miriam nodded. So, as Miriam and Laura finished up for the day, they sent for the night sentry who patrolled the floor and let him know I would be in the staff break room and was allowed to eat out of the cupboards and use the washrooms. Once the airman was gone Laura excused herself and left me with Miriam. "It was nice having you around, Harri," she grinned, dropping her command facade again. She put her hand on my upper arm and grinned, giving me a wink. "And I was joking when I called you fat." "Yeah, well, you really hurt my feelings," I fake-cried, making her laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow before you leave, alright? And I still expect that beer next time I'm up at the site," she said and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You got it," I said, and pecked her back. "And thank you for all of this today, by the way." "Happy to help," she said, and then escorted me to the room where I would spend the next seven hours. The sentry woke me up around four in the morning. I had Cheeto dust on my shirt and fingers, the bag I'd found in the staff room cupboard almost empty and crumpled up on my chest. "Sir, I've been asked to bring you down to the medical wing," he said. "Fuck," I said, blinking awake and standing up. "Uh, give me a second." I went into the men's washroom and quickly washed my hands and my face, and tried to get myself straightened out. Looking in the mirror, I could tell that I'd been running on empty for a bit, but I didn't look as bad as I might have if I hadn't been getting in some light napping at least. The airman brought me to the elevator and punched a button for about a dozen floors down, and when we stepped off of it, it was clear that we were in a more public-facing area, though the number of armed airmen on guard was actually higher. The floor was still quiet, this early in the morning, and generally featured a lot more stuff. There were glass panes and windows everywhere and the place looked like what I would picture a medical bay would in a not-too-distant future medical show. There were a few nurses around, but most of the rooms and beds were empty. We passed by one room that was sealed up with a little yellow light near the handle flashing 'Quarantine Active.' That got me gulping and moving. We turned a corner and I saw her. Vanessa was sitting up in a hospital bed, an IV drip hooked in to one arm. She was in a hospital gown and didn't have any of her usual makeup on, so she looked... sick wasn't the right word. She looked different enough that I noticed it, but it was like seeing Erica without her makeup that first time. It was different but I liked seeing the natural her. "Vanessa, I'm,” I started, but then she threw a magazine at my head. "Harri, I swear to God if you try and apologize to me, I'll throw another one," Vanessa said. She had a stack of a few of them on a little rolling bedside stand, where she also had a tray from a shitty cafeteria meal. "You look good, Vee," I said, changing my mind. She blushed and smiled. "No, I don't. Liar." "Okay, you look as good as someone in a hospital bed can," I said. "Come sit, Harri," she said, shifting herself in the bed and patting beside her. I did, and she took my hand in one of hers and lifted the other to brush a finger against my bruised eye. "The night nurse told me what happened when I woke up." I opened my mouth to apologize again but remembered what she'd said and clicked it shut. She smirked and squeezed my fingers. "Good, you're learning." "So you're not pissed off?" I asked. Vanessa leaned her head back on the pillows propping her up, taking a deep breath. "Maybe at the world, a little. But at you? Or Erica and Ivy? No. I went in there knowing what I was asking for, and you told me the risk. I decided getting off with you three was worth it." She broke into a small smile. "And from what I remember, it was pretty fantastic." "It was," I chuckled. "I mean, wild and filthy, but fantastic." She was looking at me, searching my face for something. I couldn't tell if she found it or not. "I spoke to my Dad. He told me he decked you pretty good but I wasn't expecting a full-on shiner." "He definitely got me," I said, touching my eye. "Wasn't as bad as I felt I deserved." "Yeah, well I told him if he does it again I'll deck him," she said. "And that if he tries to take any revenge on you, he's just punishing me." "Does that mean what I think it means?" I asked. She brought my hand up to her chest and put it over her heart. "Harri, I'm stuck with you no matter what at this point, but if you guys will have me I'd like to move into your crammed RV life. I thought you and Erica were cool since we met, and we know we're sexually compatible. The way I see it, I can either fight this thing just for the sake of fighting, or I can get on board the Harrison train and enjoy the ride." "Vanessa, I; God, I wish I had my phone right now," I said. "There's a picture the girls sent that you'll want to see." Vanessa rolled her eyes and her smile grew. "Oh, I got several pictures," Vanessa said. "I've already seen them. Why don't you have your phone?" "I was up on a secure floor," I said. "Lieutenant Colonel Abarbanel was actually the one to see them when she helped me message back that we were Okay." "Then you have some surprises waiting for you I think," Vanessa grinned. "But for now, you're all mine." She pulled me towards her and guided me into a kiss. Then she whispered into my lips as our noses rubbed against each other. "Pull the privacy screen around us." "Here? Really?" I asked. "My nurse actually encouraged it," Vanessa said. "She said we just need to try and keep it down." I stood up and went to the curtain built into the rolling track around Vanessa's bed and pulled it around us, blocking out the rest of the room, and the hallway beyond the glass observation doors. When I turned back to her, Vanessa was shrugging out of her hospital gown, her cute little tits jiggling. I kicked off my shoes and got up on the hospital bed with her, picking her up a bit and sliding her down into a laying position and tucking my head down to suck on one of her nipples. "Oh, Harri," she crooned, her hand running through my hair. Her nipples got hard quickly as I played my tongue over them, feeling the little boob around it tug and pull as I moved around. I popped off and raised my lips to hers again, giving her a kiss. "I didn't get to spend that much time telling you how beautiful and sexy I think you are," I said between kisses. "Harri, you don't need to lie," she said. "My boobs are tiny. I'm used to; Ah, fuck!" I cut her off by grabbing the tit I hadn't sucked on, squeezing it hard enough to make her hiss a little bit. I'd seen she liked a little rough pawing and play during the foursome, so I used it now to make a point. "If you ever tell me these aren't perfect, I'll spank you so hard you'll have my handprint on your ass for a week." "Fuck, Harri; Fuck," she groaned as I let my grip on her tit loosen, and then bent down and took that nipple into my mouth as well. "Fine. You like my tits. I believe you." "Don't just believe me," I said. "Vanessa, you said you thought Erica and I were cool when we first met. Well, I thought you were fascinating. This gorgeous, tough woman who knew how to take charge and make things happen. Beautiful from head to toe even when you were trying to downplay it for work. Now, you're going to lay back so that I can explore every inch of your gorgeous, perfect body." She looked like she was somewhere between beaming happily and crying, but she nodded. I started back up at her lips and kissed around her jaw and down her neck to her collar bone. Then down to her chest, where I teased her nipples some more, rolling one between my fingers while I tongued and lightly nibbled on the other. Once they were both standing proud and weren't about to go down, I helped her pull the hospital gown off until it was hanging from the arm with the IV in it, revealing the rest of her body to me. I kissed down her stomach to her bellybutton and pressed my forehead against her, kissing her fit stomach softly, then moving lower. I got to the point between her belly button and her mound where her scar was, and the Strength tattoo. I took my time there, kissing it, and tracing my finger along the letters of the tattoo. I turned back to look up at her face and she was pensive, staring at me with this worried look like I was going to change my mind about her. "Perfect," I told her again, "And strong as hell." My lips went further, down onto her mound where a smattering of hairs were poking out. She'd obviously shaved herself in the past, but not as recently as I bet she would have liked. But I didn't care, and I kissed along the stubble of her pubic hair, letting it play against my lips as my beard played against her skin. She spread her legs for me, and I slipped around on the bed so I was laying between them on my stomach, looking up at her. "Do you want me to do this here?" I asked her. "Harri, I want your cock inside me like nothing else," she said. "We'll get there," I grinned, and began to explore her cunt with my lips and tongue. I took my time, softly kissing and licking, searching every nook and cranny of her outer and inner labia. Then I did it again, sucking a little harder, nibbling just a touch, finding the sweet spots that made her legs quiver or her breath catch in a hiccup or gasp. Then I went deeper, peeling her open with my fingers to see the soft pink of her hole, and tasted and teased her. She mewled for me, clawing at the bed. I kept needing to move her leg back as it came up and wanted to curl in towards me until I just planted my hand on her thigh and pushed her open, holding her leg wide. Then I did the same to the other leg, pushing them back further, and I slowly licked from her hole up her lips to her clit hood, teasing the tip of my tongue under it before pushing it back with my upper lip and prodding her clit softly. "Making me... ugh!" Vanessa grunted with a girlish tone, gasping for air. I did it again and watched as another little orgasm rolled through her, her cunt flexing as her abdominal muscles clenched. Moving lower I kissed the inner curve of her ass cheek and looked up from between her legs to meet her gaze. She watched me, a little surprised, as I practically buried my nose in her cunt so that I could drive my tongue against her asshole. Her brow furrowed as I did it, and one eye twtiched as I teased the outer ring, then centered on it and nudged the tip of my tongue a little deeper. "Not here," she gasped suddenly, and I stopped. "I; not here," she said again. "Okay," I said, moving up from her ass and kissing the crook of her thigh. "Just like that?" she asked. "What kind of guys have you been seeing that don't stop when you say no?" I asked back. She blinked. "The kind who don't eat ass, and rarely eat cunt," she said. "So the wrong kind." "Then let me ask you; what do you want me to do now?" She closed her eyes and blew out a long breath through pursed lips, before opening them. "Get your pants off and fuck me while we make out. I want to feel you on top of me." I grinned and slipped off the bed, undoing my belt and kicking my pants off. I was already hard, and she was wet from my exploratory oral, so I got back up on the bed and got over her in a standard missionary position. "Like this?" I asked her. She reached down and got my cock in position, and wrapped a leg around my waist and ass to pull me into her. "Like this," she said with a grin as I slowly penetrated deeper into her. Vanessa was hot and clenched my cock in a rippling sensation as I drove in, slowly fucking into her until I was buried to my root. She grabbed my beard in her hand and pulled me into a kiss as we stayed still and connected. "Ow," I muttered into the kiss. "Sorry," she laughed, releasing my beard. "It's fine," I said and kissed her deeply. We made out, our tongues doing more work than my cock for a long moment, until we started grinding against each other. The rhythm built up slowly, less a pounding than a sensuous back and forth that felt more like dancing. Well, the best kind of dancing where my cock was inside of a beautiful woman. Our kiss broke as we panted against each other. "More," she gasped. "More what?" "More weight," she said. "I want to feel you." I lowered myself from my elbows, letting my body press down against hers like a too-heavy weighted blanket. "Umm," she groaned somewhere at the back of her throat. Her body felt tense under mine, but slowly loosened. I kissed the side of her neck, and she ran the heel of her foot down my leg and then back up to my butt. The soft whoosh of the glass door opening outside of the privacy curtain made us both stop moving. "Vanessa, you good in there?" asked a woman. "Yep," she said. "So good. Perfect." There was a long moment of silence, and then, "Oh. Sorry for interrupting. If you and Mr. Black can finish up, your Father was hoping to see you. I can stall him for ten minutes?" "Thanks," Vanessa called back, biting her lips. Two soft footsteps and the door whooshed again, settling closed. "Oh my God," Vanessa groaned. "I can do a lot in ten minutes," I said with a grin. "No, we have less than that," she sighed. "I need to get cleaned up and dressed first, and you need to be out of here before he gets here. But first I need you to fuck me hard and fast and give me your cum." So that's what I did. I raised up higher again to gain the leverage I needed and I started pounding into her with hard, steady strokes. Vanessa gasped, and soon we were back in that rolling rhythm of our hips except it was way more fucking than dancing. Our eyes never left each other, and when I went in for another kiss she bit my lip as she started to come. That pushed me towards my own edge, and I got myself there by reaching down and strumming my thumb against her clit just as she was coming down, pushing her right back into a second wave of orgasm as her body clenched and I released. "Fuck," I growled, thrusting my hips forward and emptying my balls into her. "Fuck, Vanessa!" She arched her back, silently screaming before she exhaled hard and released the tension. We both lay there panting for a long moment. "I really want to fuck you again," I said. "Right now. I'm still hard as a rock for you." "I can feel that, you fucking caveman," Vanessa laughed, cock drunk for the moment. "But I need to clean up and you need to go." "One more thing," I said, and kissed her again. I got my clothes on first and then helped her find and put on her pants. She hadn't worn underwear when she had come to visit us the morning before when this whole thing kicked off, so now she was going to be leaking my cum into her jeans. Her shirt was there as well, but she was still hooked up to the IV, which meant I had to leave the room and send a nurse to help her. I stopped at the edge of the privacy curtain, looking back at her. "Go," she motioned to me. "I'm not leaving. You can see my tits any time you want." Maybe I was cunt drunk, but I wanted to tell her I loved her. I just grinned and blew her a kiss and a wink before slipping out. Once she couldn't see me, I shook my head. I thought orgasms were supposed to give you post-nut clarity, I thought. I almost blurted that out, and no matter how compatible we were sexually I knew that wasn't the right thing to say at the moment. I found the nurse, who went to help Vanessa, while another one brought me back to the elevator where I was met by the night sentry again. He brought me back up to the waiting room I'd been in before, and I flopped onto the couch. "Harri. Harri, we need to stop meeting like this," Miriam said, and I blinked awake again as she was standing over me and smirking. "Fuck," I grunted. "What time is it?" "Just past 0600," she said. "We've got a couple of cars ready to drive you back home." "A couple?" I frowned. "Brent left earlier in his own vehicle," Miriam said. "But we're sending you back with two more partners for your friend Leo. I already spoke with Vanessa and she said she wanted to ride with them to try and help them stay calm through their vaccination." I closed my eyes again as I parsed what she was saying. "Okay, hold on. Leo is getting two new partners?" "From what I red they are a bisexual couple who wanted to stay together," Miriam said. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and sucked in a big breath through my nose. "Well, at least mine isn't the only RV that's going to be packed to the gills." Miriam brought me down to the underground garage for the building and handed my phone back to me. Two black SUV were idling, the windows all tinted to the point that I couldn't see a single thing inside including the drivers. I turned back to Miriam. "Just another day?" I asked her. "Hell no," she smirked. "You, Harrison Black, as the biggest pain in my ass since I took this posting." Then she pulled me into a hug. "But I wouldn't change a God damn thing about it. I'll see you once our on-site office is up and running." "I'm looking forward to it," I said, giving her a squeeze back. "Lieutenant Colonel." "That's Miriam to you, soldier," she said, pulling back with a smirk and kissing me on the cheek. The elevator bingled and I was shocked, or really mildly surprised, to see Agent Sourpuss leading two women bundled up in hooded jumpsuits with masks on. Sourpuss took one look at me and sneered, directing the two women to the front SUV and climbing in with them. "What was that about?" I asked. "Oh, she's pissed off because she keeps getting seconded to us for transportation detail," Miriam said. "I have no idea why, but she isn't happy about it." "No; Technically I'm pretty sure that was my fault, actually. But I meant the whole bundled up get up." "First, why am I not surprised you're a pain in the ass for other people as well? And second, it's new protocols coming up from California and the first testing area. I guess there have been some questions around whether vaccinated but unbonded women could contract or become carriers for the virus. It's the latest back and forth between the scientists." "Speaking of which," I said. "I know why I don't need to be all bundled up, but why don't you? Are you imprinted on someone?" "Me? No," Miriam said. "Not yet, anyway. I'll do it when they push the order out, for now we're still technically in the testing phase for a bit longer. Everyone who leaves the building and re-enters without being vaccinated is getting blood tested and quarantined; it sucks, but it leaves us able to work functionally instead of talking to each other through hazmat suits." The elevator bingled again, and this time it was Vanessa who stepped out as a sentry gestured her towards the front SUV. She saw me immediately and veered off course, coming to me. I wrapped her up in a hug and noticed Miriam giving me a hard-to-read look. "Hey," I said to Vanessa. "I hear you're playing therapy animal for Leo's new partners." "They asked me to," Vanessa said. "From what I understand, the nurses don't think the woman who is supposed to be doing it does a very good job at calming nerves." Miriam snorted a little but covered it with a cough, looking at me. "Well, I feel like I'm missing out on some more alone time with you, but I understand why," I said. "Do me a favor and try and feel them out a bit, see what they're like." "I will," she smirked and went on her tiptoes to give me a peck on the lips. "They're going to be our neighbors, after all." "Yes they are," I grinned and patted her butt. "See you at home?" "Fuck. Home," Vanessa said, backing away from me. "I haven't had one of those in a while. It's gonna be weird." She turned and strode to the SUV and got in the back. "That one might be trouble," Miriam said. "They're all trouble," I laughed. "See you sooner than later?" "Sooner than later," she grinned and winked. I went to the back SUV, which was apparently my personal chauffeur for the sole reason that Agent Sourpuss couldn't find an ounce of empathy in her. Hopefully there's a partition between the front and the back, I thought. I can check those pictures Erica and Ivy were sending me. When I opened the back door of the SUV to get in I had to stop. "Ah," I said. "That explains a lot." I slid in and shut the door. "Agent Grierson." The craggy-faced Agent smirked and nodded. "Harrison. When I heard there was an anomalous vaccination issue, I decided to check it out and lo and behold, it's my favorite redneck." "Did you just come to check-in, or are you looking to offload some more government cash on me?" I asked. The SUVs started moving, pulling out of the garage and into downtown Portland. "Kid, you know I don't need to come to see you to check in," he said. "And I don't have the time to just come shoot the shit, no matter how much I'd enjoy a good fuckin' day off once in a while. I'm here to ask a favor." "Well now you're just being coy," I said. "You know that I know you didn't have to let that lease thing through instead of a flat purchase, so you've got me cornered." "Well, the good news is that I'm not asking you to do anything underhanded," Grierson said. "I noticed you've recently taken on a security consulting contract and your clearance has been restored. I'm going to open it up a little bit more here, if that's alright with you." "Playful, then coy, then asking my permission? Jesus fuck, what are you about to ask me to do?" "Alright, kid. Here's the deal," Grierson sighed. "Sometime in the next few days you're going to get a new partner delivered to you. What I need you to do is keep an eye on her. She's the daughter of the Ambassador from the Philippines, and officially we've run her through the Oracle matching system as a diplomatic courtesy. What no one else knows, including people in that building we just left, is that her Oracle results didn't matter. I'm placing her with you, and scattering a few other Filipino nationals in safe little corners of the country, as a deal with the NICA." "Wait, that's the..." I had to wrack my brain going back to my Military Police training. "Isn't that the CIA of the Philippines?" "A much lesser version, yes," Grierson said. "On the official unofficial paperwork, it's a spy deal. We're going to take care of some of their valuable people who are here, and they're going to take care of some of our valuable people who are over there. The unofficial unofficial deal is that we don't have anyone over there, and the government of the Philippines is going to let us stage our latest espionage attempts into China from their shores. There's a fucking information blackout coming out of China right now, and other than satellite images we've got nothing on what's going on in there." "Okay, hold on," I said. "So am I taking in this Ambassador's daughter as payment for the US Government?" "No, you're taking her in because Kyla Bautista is also secretly a spy who just graduated from the University of Southern California with a degree in dance, and while she was there we suspect she turned at least four different Professors and research assistants into assets for NICA for Intellectual Property espionage. I'm scooping her up and putting her with you because you're so far off the radar that no one would think you're keeping an eye on her, and so that the Chinese can't find her if they figure out what's going on and want some revenge. But most of all, I'm putting her with you because, despite your record and stupid career choices after you left the military, you have the mindset to keep an eye on her without her or anyone else knowing that's what's going on." "This is all well and good, Grierson," I said. "But I've got three women imprinted on me already, one of them by mistake. How the hell am I supposed to add a fourth woman into the mix?" Grierson snorted. "Kid, I got news for you. By this time next year, I'd bet all that money I just put into your bank account that you'll look back and think what a naive question that was." I sighed and shook my head slowly. "What does her father think of her getting matched off like that? Does he even know?" "Oh, he was pissed until he got cut in on an early vaccination as well for his wife, along with his long-time second in command who he's been having an affair with, and his additional American mistress who is very black and very formidable, neither of whom the wife knows about. He seems to think it'll be fine." "Jesus," I sighed, shaking my head. "So what, is the OGA offering to pay me for spy sitting?" "No," Grierson said. "But there is an upside." "What's that?" "Like I said, Kyla Bautista graduated with a degree in dance. If I wasn't too fucking busy being ethical, I'd have just put her in my house. The woman is something else." "That's gross," I said, my face twisting in mild disgust. "It's reality, kid. Game it out; people need to fuck to save their lives. Even before this shit show people put a value on beauty over pretty much anything else. What do you think it's going to be like when the entire country is getting matched up?" "I don't know," I sighed. "That's; I don't even want to think about it." "And that's why they pay me and my people the big bucks," Grierson said. He tapped on the glass partition that separated us from the front seat, and the SUV began to pull over. "I'm not asking you to do anything you wouldn't have anyways. Just keep an eye on her for me, alright?" "Fine," I said. "But if she takes one look at me and asks for someone else, I can't do anything about that. I'm not forcing some woman into this." "Won't be a problem," Grierson said. The SUV came to a stop, and he stepped out. "Grierson," I said, and he turned back. "Miriam said someone pulled some strings to get her assigned where she is. Was that you?" "What?" Grierson raised an eyebrow. "You think I like you that much, kid?" "That wasn't an answer," I said. "Well, if it was me, I think maybe you owe me another one still," he said, then shut the door. Another car had pulled up behind us, which he got into, and it pulled a big U-turn in the middle of the empty street and drove back the way we'd come. The driver of my ride pulled back onto the street and sped up to catch the other SUV in our mini convoy, and I was left to my thoughts. I sighed and opened my phone. I didn't want to think about this Grierson thing. If it happened, then it happened and we'd deal with it. I went to my messages and opened the ones from Erica and Ivy. "Fucking hell," I sighed, looking at the lewd pictures and knowing that Miriam had seen them. "What am I going to do with three women?" Or four? Or more? I was going to need a bigger bed, and quickly. I stretched, feeling several somethings in my back and shoulders pop, as I got out of the back of the nondescript black SUV and felt the gravel of the construction site crunch under my boots. The place was bustling since we'd arrived mid-morning, and I saw more than a few of the workers taking looks over at me and starting to talk to each other. The rumor mill must have been burning hard since Vanessa had gotten carted off in a military helicopter and flown away. First things first, however, was to not unload two vaccinated-but-unbonded women into the middle of a construction site. I flashed a quick thumbs up through the passenger side window at whoever my driver had been; I'd never seen a face or heard a voice; and jogged up to the other vehicle and knocked on the passenger window. Agent Sourpuss rolled it down a moment later, scowling at me from the driver's seat. "What?" "I know you haven't been here for a bit," I said. "But if you drive around to the right over there you'll see our RVs and our little compound. Dropping the ladies off there would probably cause less of a, uh, scene." I could tell she wanted to argue with me but knew I was right. Instead of answering she just stabbed her finger down on the window button beside her and closed it in my face, then pulled the SUV around and headed in the direction I'd pointed. I walked along behind, and we rounded the second big bunkhouse building that was looking just about finished now and headed towards our compound. By the time Agent Sourpuss put the vehicle in park Erica and Ivy were already ducking out from behind the sheets hung between the corner of the RV and the storage container that we'd deemed the 'front door.' Leo and Danielle were right behind them. I wanted to go to my women, but I held myself back and instead opened the rear door of the SUV. Inside I saw that Vanessa was sitting in the middle row bucket seat, and I leaned in and kissed her quickly before offering her a hand down. "Don't go getting all chivalrous on me now, Harri," Vanessa grinned as she accepted my hand and swung out onto her feet. She looked back into the vehicle. "Come on, ladies. Leo's out here waiting for you." The two women, practically swimming in their baggy, hooded coveralls and masked up to boot, unbuckled and started climbing between the seats. I, however, was suddenly a little busy as I was hugged from behind by a small form that could only be Ivy. Beside me, Erica was pulling Vanessa into a hug as well. "I'm so sorry, hon," Erica said, squeezing the shorter woman tightly. "If I'd had any reasonable idea that this would happen,” "It's fine, Erica," Vanessa said, squeezing her back and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Seriously. We'll talk about it, but I'm Okay with it if you are." "Hey you," I said in the meanwhile, turning at the waist to wrap my arm around Ivy's shoulder and hug her to me. "Hello, mon amour," Ivy sighed. "I missed you." "I missed you too, I've," I said, and leaned down and gave the short blonde a quick kiss. The first of the women had reached the door of the car, and Ivy let me go so that I could offer her a hand down. All I could see of her were her eyes and the skin around them; she was white but tanned heavily, and had soft grey eyes that were flicking around. "Let me help, miss," I said. She accepted, her gloved hand taking mine for a moment to step down, and I ushered her directly towards Leo and Dani. "This is Leo, and his better half Danielle." "Hey," Leo scolded me playfully, giving me a little punch on the arm as he grinned. "Hey, hon," Dani said, pulling the woman into a hug that seemed to surprise her. I turned back and Erica was helping the next woman down; she was white and paler than the first, and had dark green eyes. Soon she was getting the same hugging welcome as the first from Dani, as Leo looked both a little bashful and a little excited. "How about we head in and talk?" Erica suggested to everyone. "Ladies, Leo is my brother so I might be biased, but you're in good hands. And if he ends up sucking, then Dani's got you." "Hell yeah I do," Dani chuckled, nudging Leo with an elbow. "I wouldn't mind getting handled by either of you," the tan woman said through her mask. "God damn, girl. Your tits don't quit." "Thanks for noticing," Dani grinned and winked. She took both women by the hand and started leading them into the compound. "Come on, let's get you two fucked and settled." "Now that's one hell of a welcome offer," the other woman laughed. I laughed a little too, hearing the two as Leo quickly jogged ahead to hold the fabric door open for them. "Seriously, those two are gonna be something else," Vanessa said, shaking her head. "You got to talk with them?" Erica asked. "The whole ride here," Vanessa said. "Their names are Aria and India. Aria seems a little sweeter and the more rational one, while India is a hippy kid from hippy parents. They said they've been girlfriends for three years, and up until last year they 'worked' as sugar babies while Aria was finishing up her master's of communications." "Jesus," Erica sighed with a rueful smirk. "They're going to eat Leo alive."

Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 5 Lab work. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.   Time went quickly, but also seemed to go nowhere at all; only three days after the final demise of the house we'd moved the RVs four times and I decided we needed to figure out something at least semi-permanent. Even a week in the same spot would be preferable to constant movement. The space where my house had stood was now full of stacks and pallets of supplies, and Vanessa had a crew of almost two dozen of her 'gorillas' working to erect what would become the first of a dozen temporary bunkhouses for the incoming construction workers. She still seemed to be the only foreman on site, so I went looking for Vanessa. I found her at the water truck, splashing some water onto the back of her neck as she took a quick break. It had turned even hotter over the week, spring slipping fully into summer, and we were all starting to boil when we were outside. I'd quickly abandoned the feeling of needing to 'dress up' for everyone and I was down to athletic shorts and one of my sleeveless workout shirts; one of the few that were still 'mine' considering both Erica and Ivy had taken to wearing them as well. Vanessa was the boss however and had to set the example for the rest of the crew, so she was still wearing the jeans, long-sleeved t-shirt and her reflective vest of a dutiful construction foreman. "Hey, got a second?" I asked. "Oh, hey Harrison," she said, looking up as she continued splashing water onto the back of her neck. "Sorry I haven't come to check with you and the girls today, we had three more loads this morning of barracks pilings I had to get sorted, and the fucking surveyors are still bitching about not knowing where the sewage lines are going to come onto the property, as if I can fucking answer that question for them or something." "When's your Dad supposed to finally get on site?" I asked. Her father was supposed to be the General Manager of the entire construction project, but so far I had yet to have seen him. "Fuck, a few days still at least," Vanessa sighed. "I'm getting tired as shit of the phone tag." "Well, sorry if this is a big ask and causes you more headaches; any chance we could project ahead a bit and figure out where we can stash the RVs and everything where we're not going to need to move them for a while? Moving everything around is annoying by itself, but I've also noticed some of your guys are spending a lot of time wandering by the RVs whenever the girls are outside." "Fucking gorillas," Vanessa grunted and grimaced. "I mean, on the one hand, I get it; they are either cooped up in the motel or here working. I'm not exactly thrilled with the situation either. But they could keep it in their fucking pants too, ya know?" "Look, if we can find a spot, the way I see it we can use the RVs and Containers to set up a yard for us that's blocked from view. Then we can have some privacy and not feel cooped up in the RVs, and your guys aren't tempted to let their eyes wander," I said. "I figure it's a win-win." Vanessa smiled and patted my arm. "Harri, as long as you keep the fucking indoors, I'll see what I can do about getting you guys some more privacy." "What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly a little worried that Erica and I might have gotten caught at the Willow tree after all, or that maybe a surveyor had wandered up near the Spring without us hearing. "Nothing, nothing," Vanessa said. "I just; you know we can see the RVs rocking a bit, right? And I don't know who it is, but someone over in your camp is a screamer. We can hear her when she really gets going. Once the guys even gave you a standing ovation." "Fuck," I coughed, shaking my head. "I'm sorry. I think it's something to do with the vaccine. I've had more sex in the last four days than I have in the last four years. Honestly, I don't even know how I'm doing it; I ain't old, but I'm not a teenager either." "Well, god bless the vaccine I guess," Vanessa smirked. "And good for you. Just do me a favor and keep it inside the RVs 'till we can get you that privacy. We don't need the entire site shutting down to listen to you fucking your girlfriends." I shook my head again with a self-deprecating smirk. "Um, deal. I hope." That made Vanessa chuckle, and we parted ways for the afternoon. The next day, she came back in the morning and explained the plan she had worked out with the Surveyors and one of the tree-clearing crews. By mid-afternoon, a new swathe of the back end of the hill was bare of trees, and a bulldozer scooped dirt into the holes left by ripped-up stumps. By the time Vanessa left that evening, two of the storage containers had been shifted around by the 'gorillas' and positioned in an L-shape for us in the new location, and Leo and I moved the RVs to form the other two sides of a square. When Vanessa came by the next morning we'd hung up some old, heavy blankets at the corners to maximize our privacy, busted out the lawn chairs and barbecue, and were on our way to turning the space into an outdoor living room. Leo and I even went so far as to rig up an old bell we'd salvaged from the barn on a wooden post with a metal knocker on a string to serve as a doorbell. Erica was the one to answer Vanessa's ring of the bell, and she swept aside the blanket curtain. "Welcome to Casa de Black," she declared. "Jesus," Vanessa said, walking into our new home base. "You guys didn't want to wait, did you?" "Why would we?" Leo asked. "We don't know how long we're going to be living like this, so might as well make the most of it." Leo had decided to make one last addition to our current set-up, and had pulled a loose slab of wood from the container holding all his tools and was carving 'Speak Friend and Enter' into it the makeshift sign with his handheld angle grinder. He'd already been talking about using his torch to burn the wood before giving it a clear lacquer coat. "What can we do for you, Vanessa?" I asked. "Need some breakfast?" "Actually?" Vanessa chewed on the inside of her cheek for a second and peeked back outside the yard. "Breakfast would be fucking great. They're feeding us at the motel, but it's been the same instant oatmeal every fucking morning." "Well, we've yet to have our egg hookup dry out on us," I said. Old Mrs. Branston lived about fifteen minutes down the highway and had been selling eggs to three generations of my family; through the pandemic and quarantine we'd set up a system where I called ahead and she dropped off two dozen eggs at the end of her driveway, and I left a ten dollar bill in her mailbox. "How do you like them? I think I'm getting pretty good at using the grill with a frying pan." We hosted Vanessa for about fifteen minutes as I fried her up some over-easy eggs and some toast to go with it, and she started devouring the first two so quickly that I put another two in the pan for her immediately. While I cooked, she shared the most recent gossip running through the construction crews. "So the latest group to come in said they got tested four times before even leaving the airport," she said around a mouthful. "They were basically flown into Portland, put in little hygienic pods inside the terminals until they'd tested negative all four times, then escorted to military transports. I guess the army is our taxi service or something, and there are members of the national guard currently standing watch at all of the motels. It's kind of fucked up and feels like a prison, honestly. We're not even supposed to mingle outside with each other, despite the fact that we all work together here all day." "Who's feeding you all?" Danielle asked. "Just the people already working out there seems like a lot." "Some catering service is making these prepackaged meals," Vanessa said. "The breakfasts are shit, and the lunches are whatever. The dinners are Okay though; microwavable, and waiting for us when we get off shift." "Have you heard anything else out there about the vaccine?" I asked. "Hmm-Hmm," Vanessa shook her head. "But I mean, I spend my time working." "I'm still not seeing much online," Leo said. "Little whispers on social media, but then it disappears before it gets going." "That's kinda fucked up," Erica said. "We know it's real. The government must be censoring the information or something. "Well, whenever it happens, I don't know what I'll do," Vanessa sighed. "I like working too much, being my own woman. I bring in more cash in a year than almost every other person I graduated high school with, I've been doing it for years, and I don't have any debts. I can't just get tied down to some guy." "You would be surprised, Vanessa," Ivy spoke up. "I am this way too, no? I left home to make my way, and I am happy doing it. But now I am happy here, and am also safe from the sickness. It is not how I saw my life going, but c'est la vie, non?" Vanessa shrugged, and we moved on to some other topics until her radio squawked and she had to run off back to her work. By lunchtime I'd already done another two quick guides into the hills for the surveyors and Leo had gotten his nerd-sign carved out and torched, and he was spray lacquering it outside the yard with a facemask and safety goggles on to cut the strong fumes. He stopped the sprayer when he saw me approaching and stepped away from the sign. "Hey, you able to help me out with hanging this tonight?" he asked me. "Of course," I said. "I gotta help you fly your nerd flag somehow." "Yeah, says the guy with the Lord of the Rings concept art cycling as his desktop screen," Leo rolled his eyes. "It's for my work," I said. "Top-notch inspiration." And then I realized I hadn't opened my laptop in days; not since I'd finished the questionnaire that had led to Erica choosing me. And Ivy for that matter. I hadn't checked emails, I hadn't reached out to contacts. Fuck, I hadn't even sent in my last work-for-hire backgrounds. "Whatever," Leo laughed and punched me in the arm. "Look, when you go in there, just know it wasn't my idea, Okay? I only helped them move the stuff." "What does that mean?" I asked. "You'll see," Leo said cryptically. I ducked through the blanket door and immediately saw what Leo was talking about. Space had been cleared in the center of our sheltered yard for three of the heavy Adirondack deck chairs, and laying in those chairs were Danielle, Erica and Ivy. Each of them was wearing a bikini and were glistening with sunscreen and sweat from the sun as they tanned. They had a Bluetooth speaker playing songs from their phones; I suspected Erica was trying to convince the younger two women of the virtues of mid-2000s pop punk. "Oh, good," Erica said, grinning as she saw me coming into the yard. She lifted her glass. "Um, excuse me, waiter? We could use a top-up, please." I snorted and shook my head, walking over. All three of the women were in two-piece swimsuits, though I suspected Danielle and Ivy's were possibly part of their stripping gear rather than actual bikinis. Both of their suits were more string than fabric and left little to the imagination. Erica's was a bit more conservative, though really not by that much because of her swathe of cleavage. "What are we drinking today, ladies?" I asked. "I made up a pitcher of sangria," Erica said. "It's in the fridge in our place. You would be the absolute love of my life if you were to go get it for us, please?" "I thought I already was the love of your life?" I asked with a smile. "You are," Erica smiled back. "But this will get you to the front of the line for my next life, too. How about that?" "Does that go for all of you?" I asked. "Absolutely," Ivy grinned. "I think I could definitely do worse," Danielle grinned. "But I think Leo might have something to say about that." "Harri can take my brother," Erica chuckled. "Don't worry, Danni. Just sell your future soul to Harri, what's the worst that could happen?" "Fine. My future love life for a refill of sangria," Danielle giggled. I fetched the pitcher and poured for the three women, unable to wipe the grin from my lips as I watched and listened to them bantering back and forth happily. By mid-afternoon, the tanning was over and after a quick fuck in the RV Erica and I were lounging in the Adirondacks, each of us with a sketchbook in hand. "What are you working on?" I asked. "I know you've been as frustrated as I have over the last month." "A tattoo design for Ivy," Erica said, her brow creased as she tapped her pencil against her lips thoughtfully. "Now that I have a future canvas, I feel like I can concentrate again. Plus the sex helps a lot." You laughed and nodded. "Got your creative juices flowing, huh?" "Got all my juices flowing, baby," she grinned at me. "What about you? I've got Ivy, and Danielle wants me to design something for her now, too. What's got you drawing again?" I smiled a little and shrugged. "Just figured out my muse," I said. "And what's that?" she asked. "Come on, don't be shy." I turned my sketchbook around so that Erica could see the portrait I had been sketching of her. She looked at it and blushed, biting her lower lip. "Just the most beautiful thing in the world," I told her. "You know," Erica said. "It kinda looks like you're drawing me naked." "That's cause I'm drawing you from the shoulders up," I said. "Yeah, but would you?" she asked. "Would I what? Draw you naked?" "Or Ivy?" "Are you asking me to draw you like one of my French girls?" I asked. Erica barked out a laugh at the reference and threw her pencil at me. "Yes, maybe I am," she said. "Now give me back my pencil." "You threw it at me," I said, fetching it off the ground. "Come and get it." We ended up in each other's arms and making out, me halfway to taking her back into the RV for round two, when someone rang the doorbell. "Who is it?" I shouted over the wall. "It's me," Vanessa called and ducked through the blanket door without waiting for a response. "Sorry, but we've got a problem," she said. "I think I'm going to need you down at the road again." "Fuck," I said. "Is it Kara?" "It's a lot more than that bitch," Vanessa said. I changed and this time Vanessa drove us both down in her company-branded pickup truck. Erica, having already staked her claim on me in front of Kara in her eyes, decided to hang back and let Ivy finish what I'd started. I was sure sending me away with that picture in my mind was done on purpose. As we were nearing the bottom of the driveway, I could hear the noise of the protest through the closed windows and over the engine of the truck. "Fuck me," I said. "Yeah," Vanessa nodded. The end of the driveway was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, blocking traffic. They were three rows deep and singing a protest chant. Every single one of them was dressed in bright colors, showing their allegiance to the Band and proudly shouting for all they were worth. Opposing them, about ten feet up the drive, was a slim, single row of burly construction workers just watching the protest happen. "Those guys really can't let themselves get baited," I said. "If something happens, it doesn't matter who said what or what can hold up in court. There'll be big, scary motherfuckers showing up wanting to do some damage and I don't think your boys are ready for that." "I know, I already told them," Vanessa said. "But I'll tell them again. You'd be surprised how much threatening someone's big, fat bonus checks can keep them calm and focused." We got out of the truck and I walked down to the line of workers, rubbing at the stubble on my chin as I considered the protestors. There were easily fifty of them blocking the driveway, and there was already a backup of two flatbed trucks on the highway, plus a half dozen cars that looked more like they just wanted to get by rather than come in. Another thirty or so protestors were strung out on either side of the highway in both directions, holding up signs and doing the organizational things to keep the protestors going. "Pretty good turnout," I said offhandedly. "A lot bigger than last time." "When was the last time?" Vanessa asked. "Five years ago," I said. "Kara tried to sue for an injunction on my father's Will, and about a dozen protestors showed up to the courthouse the day she got shot down." "Any chance they'll get tired and go home?" Vanessa asked. I scanned the crowd and the vehicles parked up and down the highway. I already knew there were about thirty military-age males in the protest, and I could see people opening the backs of vans where I spotted supply caches of water and food. I could also see the determination on the faces of the crowd, and hear the declarations of a couple of different women holding loudspeakers. The rhetoric, and emotions, were ramped up more than usual. The anti-government hate was high, and now that they knew they weren't fighting Me but rather the Government it seemed to steel their resolve. "Not a shot," I said. I stepped forward and the shouting got louder. Likely every single person in that crowd knew who I was, while I had no idea who most of them were. But with every step I took, they shouted louder. Finally, halfway between the lines, they seemed to be at a fever pitch and I just stopped and waited. They kept going for a good five minutes before Kara pushed her way through and walked up to me, masked behind those bandanas again. "I told you this would happen," Kara said over the shouting and chanting. "You didn't think I could do it, but look at us. Look at us, Harrison! We will not let this happen to our land." "Kara," I said loudly. "How do you think this ends?" "Only one way," Kara shouted. "The Feds surrender to our rightful claim, and stop their colonization efforts, and we take back what's ours." "This is dangerous, Kara," I said, gesturing at the crowd. "What?" she shouted back. "I said this is dangerous, Kara," I shouted. "Every person here is in danger." "Are you threatening us?" Kara shouted, playing it up for the crowd behind her. "Going to kill us, like your family has done for generations?" "Jesus fuck," I said, shaking my head. "Kara, this doesn't end the way you think it does. I'm going to pray for you, honest to God." Kara just held up her middle finger at me, pointed her other at Vanessa behind me, and turned and walked away to the cheers of her people. I shrugged and went back to Vanessa. "Yeah, they aren't leaving," I said. "I already called my Dad," Vanessa said. "He's coming down and will want to meet with you." "Sure," I nodded. "If they let him through." About thirty minutes later the protesters were still going strong, and another three flatbeds with either supplies or heavy machinery were backed up on the highway, along with dozens of cars. Vanessa was doing as much as she could to keep her workers at least a dozen yards away from the crowd of protestors; the last thing she wanted was for them to need to get quarantined waiting on a half dozen new tests. Or worse, actually catch something. I did my best to help her juggle phones, calling various General Foremen to get incoming trucks rerouted to staging areas and to keep those that were stuck in the traffic in their cabs or else they couldn't enter the site. Eventually she got a call, spoke quickly and then hung up. "Harri, this might be a big ask, but could you do me a favor?" she asked. "The government paid me a lot of money for my land and doing favors," I said. "But you've gone out of your way plenty for me and Leo and the girls. Favors come free to you, Vee." She rolled her eyes. "Who told you my brothers call me that?" "No one, just felt natural," I chuckled. "I call Erica 'E' sometimes, and I'm sure I'll end up calling Ivy 'I've' at some point." "Alright, well, 'H,'" she said. "My dad is parked down at the edge of the property on the highway and doesn't want to get too close to the traffic. Could you hike out to him and bring him back?" "Sure," I said. I looked up at the sun and then out at the woods. "Um, from here... it's probably faster if I grab an ATV. Would he be squeamish about riding double with me?" Vanessa snorted. "He probably wouldn't be, but he's also got a gut the size of your ATVs so it would be a tight fit." "Alright, guess we're hiking. I can rough it and reach him in about twenty minutes," I said. "I'll take a smoother way back for him, so we'll get here in under an hour." "Got it, I'll let him know you're on your way. Thanks," she said, patting my arm. "Try to take it easy on him, he growls like a bear but he's still my Dad." "Hey, he's the big man in charge. Gotta keep him happy or else I'll find myself with the worst workers for my house, right?" "Very true," she laughed. I started hiking back up the driveway a little ways, and then diverted into the woods, hoping that the protestors would miss that I was skirting away from them. I was very glad I had changed from my lounging around clothes; rough jeans and my hiking boots were a lot sturdier in the rocky bush than athletic shorts and sandals. The raucousness of the protestors was quickly muffled by the forest to a dull roar, and it felt good to get away from them. It was weird. After spending months in isolation with Leo and Erica, we'd been getting used to so many people around again with the workers and adding Ivy and Danielle to our weird little family dynamic. But a crowd like that, all packed together? That was exactly what the quarantine orders were warning against. "Harrison!" My name cut through the muffle of the trees and shrubs, and I turned and saw Kara quickly jogging through the woods to catch up with me. "Kara, what the fuck are you doing? You're trespassing," I said. "So throw me off your land," Kara said, coming to a stop about ten feet from me and putting her hands on her hips. "Oh wait, that's right, it's not your land anymore." I rolled my eyes. "You can take off the bandanas if you want. We're fine this far apart." She did so, pulling them down to hang around her neck. Kara was still as beautiful as the day we'd broken up, though she'd grown up a lot. Where I was such a mix that it was hard to tell I had any Native American in my bloodstream, she had that classic warm skin tone and thick black hair. She'd been taking care of herself well, fit and a little thinner than Erica was, but with a similar strong jawline to my girlfriend. Her lips were as full as I remembered though, and I could almost feel her kissing me again like all those years ago behind the corner of the biology classroom in high school, or laying out in the back of my old beater pickup under the stars. "What's going on, Harri?" she asked me. "I thought we'd at least hit a status quo or something." "Oh, the one where you file a lawsuit against me every couple of years, and the judge shuts you down, but I keep having to rack up legal fees?" "No," she said. "Well, sort of. I thought we were keeping things above board. No games, no gimmicks. Not getting historical." I grimaced. "Well, we did," I said. "So what the fuck?" she said, throwing her arms wide. "What the fuck is all of this?" "Kara, think about it for one fucking second without your prejudice. Imagine I'm not just doing this as a 'Fuck You' from my family tree to the Band," I said. "A week ago I wouldn't have thought any of this would be happening. A week ago I was happily living my life and would have stayed that way straight through the end of the world if I had to. Do you seriously think I've done this on some whim?" "Why, then? What are they doing? What are they offering you?" she demanded. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said. "And even if you did, I think you're too far into this already to walk it back with your people." "Try me," she said. "If you ever cared about me,” "Stop," I interrupted her. "You've used that line twice on me before, Kara. You used it when you broke up with me, and you used it again right after my father died. That line didn't work when I was at some of the lowest points in my life; do you seriously think I'll respond well to that here?" She grimaced, and I saw the realization in her eyes that I was right. That she had used that line before, and it had been pretty fucked up for her to do that. "I'm sorry," she said, and only partially through gritted teeth. "I shouldn't have done that." "Thank you," I said. My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt like I was in combat, just having this verbal sparring contest with her. I fucking hated her, but I also still knew she was the first girl I'd ever loved. The one that had broken my heart. The one that 'got away.' "Just explain it to me," Kara said, trying to be more even about it. "Please." I took a moment to breathe deeply. I wasn't barred from telling her anything. I'd tried to warn her when she'd shown up at the driveway before, but the thought of all those protestors at risk for the virus pushed me over the edge of trying to warn her again. "Kara, the government gave me the choice of accepting a huge payout for the land, or them kicking me out and taking it by eminent domain. Either way, they were going to take it and take it fast. I could either ride it, or die fighting it." "So what are they doing with it?" she asked. "Building homes," I said. "A whole gated community, it sounds like. Part of my payout was housing for myself, Leo and Valerie." "What the fuck? Why do they want a gated community way out here?" she asked. "Worst-case scenario shit," I said. "You mean the pandemic?" she asked. "Are you for fucking serious?" "Serious enough that my house got bulldozed a couple days ago," I said. "Gone. Like it was never even there." "This can't be real," Kara said. "This is absurd." "I told you that you wouldn't believe me," I said. "Well, if you were too much of a cunt to stop them, we will," Kara said, steeling herself again. "We'll have the local news down here by tomorrow, and if the Feds show up we'll have national news coverage by the end of the week." I had to try one more time. "Kara, this doesn't end the way you want it to. You're a dreamer, and I loved that about you when we were teens, but you know the real world doesn't just work like that." Kara narrowed her eyes. "Where are you going right now?" "What does that matter?" I asked. "Because I just followed you out into the woods after your little construction girlfriend was talking to you," she said. "She's not my girlfriend," I rolled my eyes. "Tell her that. She's flirting with you hard enough," Kara said. "I can see her doing it." "Even if she was, what does that have to do with you?" I asked. I knew I'd landed a blow because she got angry again. "Nothing," she said. "But I still want to know what you're doing." "I don't have to tell you that, Kara," I said. "I don't answer to you, I don't owe you anything, and I don't worship the ground you walk on. All I've got to say now is that you should go send all those people home, and hope that you haven't organized some super-spreader event here. For all the shit you've given me and my family, I don't want to see them all dead. I don't want to see you dead." Kara raised her bandanas again. "We're fighting the good fight. We're on the right side of this, Harrison. You're not." She turned and started walking back towards the road. "Fuck me," I sighed, shaking my head. That woman could still push my buttons almost fifteen years later. I pressed through the forest, making for the edge of the property and then diverting towards the road. When I reached it, I found a white and brown heavy pickup identical to Vanessa's idling on the gravel shoulder. The big guy in the driver's seat rolled down his window a crack. "What's up?" "I'm Harrison Black," I said. Another guy got out of the passenger seat and came around, slapping the hood. "Head on back to the motel," he said to the man in the truck. "I'll catch a ride back with my daughter." The guy in the truck nodded and waited for us both to back away before pulling a U-Turn and taking off down the highway. "So, you're the land guy, eh?" the man said, turning and offering me his hand. He was exactly as Vanessa had described; portly to the point of obese, with a gruff exterior that spoke of years handling his business in a rough industry and getting shit done. "I am," I said, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. "Your daughter has been fantastic to work with. Helpful and on task, and she keeps her guys in line." "I have no doubt," he said. "She grew up bossing her older brothers around and got the best of her mother and me. I'm Brent Peters, by the way. I'm sure we'll be speaking every once in a while through this project." "Good to meet you, sir," I said. "And I'm sure we will." I led Brent into the brush and got us through the roughest part until I could get us to one of the more used trails. It got a lot easier for him there, and once he had a chance to catch his breath he seemed to actually enjoy the chance to stretch his legs. He didn't know, or at least wasn't forthcoming, with any more information than Vanessa had been able to give about what was going on, but he did enjoy hearing about the sordid history of the land, my family and the Band. It took a little longer than I'd thought it would to get back to the driveway, Brent needing a couple of breaks, but we made it eventually. Vanessa grinned when she saw her father in a way that made me think she was going to run to him and hug him, but she never made the move. I had to assume that was a hard-trained response from her years working with the man; hugging your pops on a job site would probably lead to taking a lot of shit from your coworkers. Brent quickly got updated on the last hour of developments from Vanessa, and I saw his managerial side take over. Soon the line of construction workers were twenty yards back from the protestors, and he was stride-waddling forward with a medical mask stretched over his face. Kara met him halfway, and whatever they said seemed to go about as well as the talks I'd had with her myself. Again, she ended it by showing off for the protestors by giving him the double-birds. "Well, that went well," Brent sighed as he came back. "You were right, Harrison. They're stuck in. Wouldn't even help us get those trucks room to move or get out of the way of traffic." "She feels like she's got leverage," I guessed. "And they haven't had that on us for years now." "Well, I've officially done what I can," Brent said. "Time to do what every good GM does when shit like this happens." He took out his phone and started walking up the driveway away from Vanessa and me. "What's that?" I asked. "Call the client and tell them to un-fuck the situation," Vanessa smirked. The rest of the afternoon and evening was a long fucking day. There was no good way to get the workers on site off of it, and no good way to get new ones on, so Leo and I ended up walking several groups through the trails to get to the road in places out of sight of the protestors. And since the big crew vans were parked on site, Brent ended up getting access to school buses to come and pick up his guys. The second to last bus dropped off a dozen men who would take over watching the driveway and the protestors overnight; we'd already seen them breaking out tents and lanterns to hold their vigil; and the last bus out had Brent and Vanessa on board. "Client will be by in the morning," Brent said, and winked at me. "Don't you worry, bucko. You hold down the home front tonight, and the cavalry will be here in no time." "You got it," I said. "But whoever is coming, I suggest you make sure they know to take this seriously. The Band is riled up, and now they smell blood in the water. This isn't going away easily." "I'll pass that on to the Lieutenant Colonel," Brent nodded. He shook my hand again and stepped onto the bus. "See you tomorrow, H," Vanessa grinned at me. "Not if I see you first, Vee," I chuckled. She stepped up into the bus and I heard her voice raise immediately. "Alright, you Gorillas. Grab your fuckin' seats and stay there. I swear to Christ if one of you pisses me off, I'll confiscate your fuckin' dinner, got it?" I laughed, and could see the construction workers grinning in their seats as the bus did a three-point turn and pulled away. The sun was getting low when I finally hiked out of the bush and back into view of our little compound. Erica was waiting for me with a smile and a plate of stir fry. "What's the word, Harri?" "They're still down there," I said. "There are some workers keeping an eye on the driveway. Could you throw on a big pot of coffee for me and dig one of the thermoses out of storage?" "Harri, if they've got some of their workers down there, it's not your job to supervise. I'm sure Vanessa and her Dad left someone in charge." "They did," I said. "And I'm not going down there. I'm staying up here." I shoveled the stir fry down, relishing in the spicy kick Erica liked to cook with. Inside our little compound I gave Ivy a kiss, apologizing that I wouldn't be seeing her in bed for the night. Then I went to the storage container closest to my RV. The one with my gun safe. "What's the word?" Leo asked me when he found me. I had a lantern flashlight on and was loading rounds into my father's Model 700. "Jesus, Harri. What the fuck?" I doubted he was commenting on me loading the Remington hunting rifle. We'd used it plenty when we were hunting during deer season; it was a solid, reliable tool. No, I knew he was reacting to the other firearms I had out. My M9 was already holstered on my hip, a copy of my service sidearm that had served me so well through my tour and as an MP, and my DDM4V1 was laid out, waiting for me to do a quick check it was still in good order. "Just taking precautions," I said. I was already trying to get into the right mindset. "What does that even mean? What are you doing?" "There's about a hundred protesters down there, last I counted. More keep arriving," I told Leo, loading the last round into the 700 and checking the safety before setting it down. I fished a handful more.308's out of the ammo box in the safe and fed them into the bandolier shoulder strap for the hunting rifle. "Problem is, they're pissed off. Not just about the construction, but at all the other shit going on right now. And pissed-off people do dumb shit." "So what, you're going to go all Alamo on us?" Leo asked. "For real, Harri. Nothing's going to happen. They're down there, we're up here." "Leo," I said. "I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to. The Bear shotgun is in my RV. Do me a favor and keep it handy tonight. If I miss something, I'd rather you have it than not." "Harri,” "Dude, just stop," I said. I'd finished with the.308s and started taking apart the DDM4V1 and giving it a quick clean. It was a budget purchase that I'd made prioritizing reliability over flashy shit, and the 'scary one' in my collection when it came to civilians. Erica hadn't even liked the idea of me owning it when we gave her the tour of my firearms and taught her the safety protocols for them. Leo had only ever fired it once. Both of the siblings had said the same thing; 'If you have the rifles and shotguns and the handgun, why do you need a machine gun?' This sort of thing was why I needed it. And it wasn't a 'machine gun.' "I'm not planning, or hoping, to kill someone tonight. If I have to use the DDM4 or my sidearm, something has gotten really fucked," I said. "But I'm also not taking any chances. Sometime tonight, there's going to be people sneaking up into the construction yard to cause mischief, and they aren't going to know the difference between the construction yard and where we're living. Maybe they hear us and they stay clear, or maybe they don't. I'm not taking that chance." Leo watched me cleaning my rifle, and glanced out at the darkening sky, and then back to me. "What should I do?" he asked. A wave of relief washed over me; it had been years since I'd served, and every instinct I had was telling me to do what I was doing, but that civilian part of my brain was second-guessing everything. Leo agreeing told me I was being logical, even if he didn't like it or I turned out to be wrong. "Just be with the girls tonight," I said. "I can handle the yard, you stay with them. Think of it like a shitty tower defense game. If I do my job, you'll never have to do anything." He nodded and left me to my work. Surprisingly, it was Danielle who came to see me next. "What can I do to help?" she asked. Her Australian accent was sounding stronger, the California valley girl part of it dropping with her serious demeanor. "Nothing, I've got it," I said. She'd caught me as I was strapping on my ghillie suit; another item that Leo and Erica had found silly to own considering we didn't need it for hunting deer. It had honestly been more of a gag item in my collection than anything until tonight. "Harrison, I'll remind you that my Dad was military, yeah?" she said. "I grew up outside the city. I know how to work a firearm." I took a breath and looked at her. Even at night, by the light of a lantern, she looked like an elven beauty despite the cutoff denim shorts and zippered knit sweater. "Can you handle a handgun?" I asked. "I've shot the head of an Eastern Brown from ten paces away when it was threatening to bite my dog," she said. "I assume that's a snake?" "A fucking poisonous one," Danielle said. "Alright," I nodded. "Under the passenger seat of my truck is a gun case with my pop's old 1911 and a couple of magazines. Hang on to it for tonight. Try not to freak out Erica or Ivy, and if you hear shots tonight don't let Leo come looking for me, let alone Erica and Ivy. If they leave the RVs it'll just make things worse." "Okay," she said with a serious nod, then stepped towards me, hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks." "For what?" I asked as she stepped back. "For being the man I figured you were," she said. "Leo's all mine and I'm happy with that, but like I told you; you remind me of all the good parts of my Dad. I'm glad I have Leo and you around." She left to fetch the pistol, and I finished strapping on the ghillie suit and slung my two rifles over my shoulders and closed the gun safe. When I was finished slamming the storage container closed, I turned around to find Ivy and Erica both looking at me with their arms crossed. "Both of you, huh?" I asked. "Yes, both of us," Erica said. "United front," Ivy said. "Look,” "Shut up, Harrison," Erica said, and then they were both hugging me while being careful around the firearms. "Just be careful." "Extra careful," Ivy said, burying her face into the strings of the ghillie suit in my chest and then immediately pulling back with a wince. "Ugh, this smells terrible." "Yeah, well it's not exactly the sort of thing you clean very often," I shrugged. "Whatever," Erica said and kissed me. Ivy kissed me as well, looking at me with those big eyes of hers with concern. "So you're not going to try and convince me this isn't necessary?" I asked. "Wouldn't do anything except lead to a fight we couldn't win," Erica said. "You're too stubborn not to do it." "And too brave," Ivy added. "That too," Erica smiled sadly. Then she handed me the big thermos of coffee. "Come back to us in one piece." "I will," I said. "Don't worry. But if you two hear anything tonight, if there's any gunfire, don't come looking for me. Just stay in the RVs and hunker down from the windows. If you come looking for me, you'll add more danger and not take it away, alright?" They both agreed, though I could tell Erica didn't like it. I could only imagine her sprinting across the construction yard, bullets flying everywhere, screaming my name as she worried I'd been shot. Hell, she'd probably pick me up and carry me to safety if it were true, but she'd also likely never get to me in the first place if things were that bad. I kissed them both again, then stalked off into the night. I ended up settling into a nook on the side of the hill to the south of the construction yard, with a clear view of about two-thirds of the yard and most importantly the RV compound. I unslung my rifles and carefully positioned myself in a comfortable prone position I was going to be able to manage for a long time. I'd never gone through Sniper training, but I'd picked up enough from my Bootcamp, talking with other soldiers and from movies to know a thing or two; not to mention years of hunting. So I cracked the thermos and took a sip of the hot, strong coffee, and started my watch. I saw them moving through the trees at around 02:30 in the morning down on the east side of the yard near the driveway. They must have skirted around the construction worker picket line and followed the driveway up, but they were still in the shadows so I couldn't tell how many there were, or what they were carrying. The only reason I spotted them early at all was because someone was flicking a flashlight up occasionally. I had the 700 cradled in my arms, and I slowly rolled into position but didn't sight down the scope yet. I didn't have any night vision gear, and while the simple Leopold scope easily gave me the range to tag anything moving down there, I wouldn't know what I was hitting. They stopped at the edge of the tree line, and I could only imagine the nerves they were feeling looking out over the open area. There were seven portables set up holding various offices now, and half a dozen big crew vans that had been left behind for the night along with some of the company pickup trucks. The pilings and supplies to erect the bigger barracks were also looming in the big, open space. "Just take a look and leave," I muttered quietly to myself, willing whoever was down there to not make this worse than it could be. Five minutes went by before a figure began to creep out of the tree line, crossing the rise of the hill and slipping towards the yard. From the distance I was at, I couldn't see them clearly enough other than to tell they were probably wearing a backpack; not a big deal in and of itself, but my training was screaming at me. 'Anything' meant anything. That backpack could hold weapons, or communications equipment, or even an I E D. I sighted in on the figure. It was a man, military age but young. I couldn't see much of his face between the black bandana over his nose and mouth and a ball cap backwards on his head. My finger tightened just a fraction on the trigger when I saw the flash of metal in his hand, but my hesitation saved his life; he was carrying a can of spray paint. He reached what he thought was the shelter of the first building; and it was shelter if he thought a guard was patrolling inside the yard. But I wasn't inside the yard, and instead I was looking at him dead on along the length of the building as he took off his backpack and then turned, motioning back towards the tree line. A half dozen more figures began quickly creeping across the hillside. I had a choice; if that backpack was full of spray-paint and that was all they were there to do, it would be annoying vandalism at worst as long

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This week, Elle and Vee catch up with Athena talking all things NSFW and soul-deep: blowjob glory, gift kink, doctor role play, surrender vs submission,  orgasmic visuals and more.Unexpected First-Time Hookup Sex And Taking Sexy Selfies (00:00)Cock Worship Blowjob That Earned a Reward Fuck, Spit or Swallow & Taste of Cum (05:17)10:05Orgasming from Oral and Typical  11:26Visuals and Sensations During Orgasms18:33Getting off from buying gifts for others20:51“This feels so good” why do we try to stop it? Surrender vs Submitting 27:15Our Tools to Stay Focused and Present: Weed, 32:41Are BDSM and Biohacking The Same? 36:10Doctor Role Play40:28Core Desires: What Do You Want To Feel During Sex 49:10Can An Enneagram Personality Quiz Reveal Sexual Desires?  Where to find us, and how you can support us:Instagram: @girlsgonedeeppod Merch: girlsgonedeep.com/shop Woo More Play Affiliate Link: Support us while you shop! WHOREible Life: Get 10% off your deck with code GONEDEEP at whoreiblelife.com Instagram: @wlthegameContact: girlsgonedeep@gmail.com © 2025 GGD Alchemy, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

On this week's remastered episode, Vee and John dive into terrifying creatures from their first month of horror. Just remember: In space, no one can hear you scream. Send us a text

Welcome to Episode 146. It's an honor and pleasure to introduce you to Sirona Healing Center of San Diego, CA. This episode features the two co-founders of Sirona, Jessica (Jess) Pride and Verna (Vee) Griffin-Tabor. Jess's name may sound familiar to some of you who've been long-time listeners to SASS…she was my guest on Episode 44, in August, 2023. The reason I'm featuring Sirona Healing Center this week is two-fold: first, it's a pleasure to have Jessica Pride back as a guest this week. Secondly, I am always pleased to present avenues of support and healing that my audience may be able to access to help them on their healing journey. And, after talking with Jessica about her plan to open this type of facility, even 2 years aga when I met up with Jess at the End Violence Against Women-International annual conference in San Diego, I was excited to hear that she had accomplished this dream of hers. So, I wanted to make you aware of this avenue of potential support and healing. This episode is an additional avenue for you to learn about Sirona, what they offer, and what they plan to offer in the future. To contact Sirona Healing Center, check out their website at: Or, call them direct at: 858-304-HEAL (4325) Thank you for tuning in to this very important episode. Please share it with everyone you know…it's important enough to get the word out, because we all know someone whose life has been impacted by rape or sexual assault. And, that's also a good reason to Start by Believing! (Check out the EVAWI website!) An important side note: if you're finding value in these episodes, please take a moment to leave a 5-star rating on your podcast platform. AND, please send me a note of support. I can't tell you how much your emails mean to me—they fuel my passion to keep this podcast going. Here's my email address:   Thank you to all of you who have reached out to me already!! Please keep those emails and texts coming…I truly look forward to hearing from you! On another note: I am a strong advocate and supporter of Survivor School (SS), founded and directed by CEO Arci Grey (another former guest on SASS). In fact, Arci has made me a consultant to SS as she maneuvers the intricacies of directing and managing the content and growth of her amazing organization. I encourage you to strongly consider becoming a member of SS, and as an affiliate would appreciate it, if you do decide to become a member, to use this link:  Thanks again for listening! As always, listed below are some additional important and meaningful websites I hope you'll take a look at and learn more about.    My email address: It's time to Normalize the Conversation.™  And please remember to Start by Believing…because we all know someone whose life has been impacted by rape or sexual assault.  Here's just a small portion of the Sirona Healing Center launch announcement.    

Welcome to Creative Block! This week's guest is MORGAN NOLL! Morgan is a background painter and prop designer on Angry Birds: Mystery Island, Star Trek: Lower Decks, Digman!, and Tales of the TMNT.In this episode, VEE and SEAN talk to MORGAN about LEARNING TO DRAW AT 23, CLASSIC LITERATURE, HOW LONG IT TOOK TO GET INTO ANIMATION, and so much more.While we talk, we doodle on a MAGMA, where we draw from prompts we got on TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, YOUTUBE, THREADS, NEWGROUNDS, and PATREON. Subscribe to our channel to hear more stories of other animation professionals! ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Thank you to our Patreon Blockheads for supporting the show!Want to become a Patron? ► https://www.patreon.com/crtvblockHit subscribe and follow our socials for updates! ►https://bsky.app/profile/crtvblock.bsky.social ►https://twitter.com/crtvblock ► https://www.instagram.com/crtv.block/ ► https://www.threads.net/@crtv.block ► https://creativeblockpod.newgrounds.com/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Follow the hosts!VEE! ► https://x.com/violainebriat ► https://www.instagram.com/violainebriat ► https://www.threads.net/@violainebriat ► https://www.violainebriat.com/SEAN! ► https://linktr.ee/lordspew ► https://x.com/lordspew ► https://www.instagram.com/lordspew/ ► https://www.threads.net/@lordspewFollow the guests!MORGAN! ► https://www.morgannoll.com/ ► https://www.instagram.com/heliohermit ► https://x.com/heliohermit■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Editing by Clemence Briat ► https://twitter.com/clem_n_mProduced by Marco Beltran ► https://twitter.com/orcsocksReels/Shorts by Ebuka.PNG ► https://www.instagram.com/ebuka_0fomaTheme song by Louie Zong ► https://twitter.com/everydaylouie■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■0:00 Intro1:50 Where did you start off?/Switching Majors8:49 Covid :( and learning to draw at 2314:01 Some Classic literature talk18:23 Journey into animation32:35 Questions1:17:42 Creative block1:22:23 Outro

Summer phone season kicks off with Samsung's latest launch. Jake, Vee, and Allison talk about Samsung's new lineup of foldables, including the very thin new Z Fold 7 and Allison's disdain for the Z Flip 7 FE. Vee has impressions of Samsung's new Galaxy Watch 8 lineup and its squircle-y new redesign. Then, it's time to talk Big Tech shakeups. Apple's COO is leaving, Zuckerberg is buying himself an AI dream team, X's CEO is out — and its chatbot Grok is on a rampage. Finally, big things are in store for the Lightning Round… which shall henceforth be known as the THUNDER ROUND. Lots to talk about, including Lorde's CD problems, Apple's Liquid Glass changes, and HBO Max finally becoming HBO Max again. Further reading: Samsung Galaxy Unpacked 2025: Everything announced at the July event Galaxy Z Fold 7 hands-on: Samsung finally made the foldables we've been asking for  Samsung cuts price of its foldables with the Z Flip 7 FE Samsung Galaxy Watch 8 series hands-on: squircle squad Samsung seems to have leaked its own trifold phone design Samsung says its trifold phone should launch ‘this year' Samsung snuck a trifold tease into (January) Unpacked One of Tim Cook's possible successors is leaving Apple Sabih Khan Apple's design team will report to Tim Cook A close look at who could succeed Tim Cook Mark Zuckerberg announces his AI ‘superintelligence' super-group Meta is paying $14 billion to catch up in the AI race Meta's ‘superintelligence' hiring spree adds an AI leader from Apple Pay packages of up to $300 million over four years Meta is trying to win the AI race with money — but not everyone can be bought X CEO Linda Yaccarino is stepping down after two years X's CEO is out after failing at basically everything she claimed she wanted Threads is catching up to X on mobile X has a new head of product Elon Musk's xAI buys Elon Musk's X for $33 billion on paper xAI updated Grok to be more ‘politically incorrect' Grok stops posting text after flood of antisemitism and Hitler praise “In other posts it referred to itself as “MechaHitler”. Musk makes grand promises about Grok 4 in the wake of a Nazi chatbot meltdown Adobe's new camera app is making me rethink phone photography Ikea's latest speaker lamp ditches Sonos for Spotify and inexpensive Bluetooth Ikea ditches Zigbee for Thread going all in on Matter smart homes Perplexity launches Comet web browser OpenAI's next big launch could be an AI web browser E Ink is turning the laptop touchpad into an e-reader for AI apps Lorde's new CD is so transparent that stereos can't even read it I tried playing Lorde's new CD Appeals court strikes down ‘click-to-cancel' rule Nothing's ‘first true flagship' phone plays it a little safe Adding calendar events with a screenshot is AI at its finest The government's Apple antitrust lawsuit is still on Apple just added more frost to its Liquid Glass design Apple's second-generation Vision Pro might launch this year Nvidia briefly became the first $4 trillion company on Wednesday The makers of Cameo just launched... a birthday-tracking app? Nintendo is ending its cost-saving Switch game vouchers HBO Max is officially HBO Max again Email us at vergecast@theverge.com or call us at 866-VERGE11, we love hearing from you. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

This week, Elle and Vee chat with OG sexual wellness icon Pamela Madsen on all things erotic. From extended orgasmic states to the joy of adult play, and how cultivating your erotic persona can transform your sex life. Plus, hear about the Oprah-featured Lotus Lift Meditation and what men can do to truly empower the women in their lives.  Pulling from so much experience, Pamela had some serious wisdom to share!Climax isn't the point: orgasmic states and elongated pleasure. (3:20)Back to the Body Method vs Sexological Body Work: what's the difference? (5:39)Embodying Sex: “Women perform sex vs BEING sex.” (9:07)Blocks to embodiment: what holds us back from being IN OUR BODY and in the sexual experience? (10:05)Lotus Lift Meditation (featured by Oprah 2x!). (13:16)What can men do to empower the females in their lives? (15:06)Immersion: the importance of in-person learning around sex, and what creates hyper vigilance in women. (16:13)What is sexological bodywork? (18:28)Slowing down for hotter sex, and communicating your needs. (20:28)Sex is adult play: bringing joy, laughter and play back to the bedroom. (22:38)Erotic Personas: how do you discover and cultivate your erotic persona? And the thing that makes Vee most uncomfortable in the bedroom! (26:22)Where to find us, and how you can support us:Instagram: @girlsgonedeeppod Merch: girlsgonedeep.com/shop Woo More Play Affiliate Link: Support us while you shop! WHOREible Life: Get 10% off your deck with code GONEDEEP at whoreiblelife.com Instagram: @wlthegameContact: girlsgonedeep@gmail.com © 2025 GGD Alchemy, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

Welcome to Creative Block! This week's guest is MIRANDA HARMON! Miranda is a comic artist, background designer, painter, and storyboard artist whose work can be seen on Tuca and Bertie, Among Us, and the Fungies. She also illustrated the Mayor Good Boy books!In this episode, VEE and SEAN talk to MIRANDA about HER ENTRYWAY INTO COMICS, BEING A CARTOON NETWORK STORYBOARD TRAINEE, DRAGONBALL Z, and so much more.While we talk, we doodle on a MAGMA, where we draw from prompts we got on TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, YOUTUBE, THREADS, NEWGROUNDS, and PATREON. Subscribe to our channel to hear more stories of other animation professionals! ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Thank you to our Patreon Blockheads for supporting the show!Want to become a Patron? ► https://www.patreon.com/crtvblockHit subscribe and follow our socials for updates! ►https://bsky.app/profile/crtvblock.bsky.social ►https://twitter.com/crtvblock ► https://www.instagram.com/crtv.block/ ► https://www.threads.net/@crtv.block ► https://creativeblockpod.newgrounds.com/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Follow the hosts!VEE! ► https://x.com/violainebriat ► https://www.instagram.com/violainebriat ► https://www.threads.net/@violainebriat ► https://www.violainebriat.com/SEAN! ► https://linktr.ee/lordspew ► https://x.com/lordspew ► https://www.instagram.com/lordspew/ ► https://www.threads.net/@lordspewFollow the guests!MIRANDA! ► https://linktr.ee/mirandaharmon ► https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/authors/2200651/miranda-harmon/ ► https://www.mirandaharmon.com/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Editing by Clemence Briat ► https://twitter.com/clem_n_mProduced by Marco Beltran ► https://twitter.com/orcsocksReels/Shorts by Ebuka.PNG ► https://www.instagram.com/ebuka_0fomaTheme song by Louie Zong ► https://twitter.com/everydaylouie■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■0:00 Intro11:11 Working alone or with others42:30 Boards vs backgrounds43:03 Questions1:20:09 Creative block1:25:07 Outro

Alla fine ci siamo arrivate...Harry Potter e la sua saga ha inevitabilmente caratterizzato l'immaginario collettivo di almeno tre generazioni e non potevamo esimerci dal dare il nostro contributo disagiato su un'opera così familiare. Ad aiutarci a navigare in questo mare magno ci pensa Denise dell'Emporio Stregato.P.s. ci saranno sicuramente altre puntate perchè di cose da dire ce ne sono davvero troppe quindi voi adoperatevi e mandate le vostre storie a tema disagio Potteriano a podcastdeldisagio@gmail.com***Disagiate tatuate e non: save the date! Stiamo organizzando il Disagio Tattoo Day! Domenica 28/9/25 la nostra Vee sarà all'⁠⁠⁠⁠Indigo Tattoo⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ per una giornata in cui tatuarci insieme. Potrete scegliere tra i flash a tema disagio/salute mentale creati da ⁠⁠⁠⁠Fede Ultranoir⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ per l'occasione e tatuarvi insieme alla vostra disagiata preferita. Seguite i social per più info e prenotazioni***Seguici su IG :⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Il Podcast del Disagio⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ e sul ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tubo del Disagio⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Il podcast del disagio è condotto e ideato da ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Vee Tridente ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Co-host e editing ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Francesca Faralli ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Sigla di ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Mattia Ceci⁠⁠⁠⁠

Welcome to the Pod-Pod Fruit: One Piece Through New Eyes! Join our host, Michael, as he reads through the saga of One Piece with our One Piece Rookies, Dylan and Vee. In this episode the crew discusses the first half of volume 27, "Overture” Thanks for listening!Check out our Discord! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://discord.gg/P2fXtzT52k⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Contents: Chapter Breakdown- Ch. 247 (00:02:54)- Ch. 248 (00:22:41)- Ch. 249 (00:40:32)- Ch. 250 (00:56:52)- Ch. 251 (01:14:47)Music: Bon Voyage by Ren Avel (⁠https://www.instagram.com/ren_avel/⁠)

How can ropes and shibari be used in different ways? At play parties to understand a new partner quickly, as a mode for a transformational or transcendental experience, as a method for submission or dominance... In this episode, Elle and Vee chat with Rina Trevi about her journey from dominatrix to tantrika and vulnerability coach, the spiritual side of shibari, and how rope play at parties can be a path to pleasure, presence, and a whole lot of surrender.From dominatrix to tantrika: What pulled Rina into the world of tantra/ropes/embodiment? (2:36)First experience submitting to ropes … in a five hour session! (5:23)Ropes as a transcendent experience. Shibari = Ayuhasca? Ropes as a medium to access higher levels of consciousness. (9:42)Ropes at a play party: Setting an intention to play with ropes for fun at a play party. (13:17)Ropes during sex. (18:48)Training in ropes. How important is it to be trained vs just knowing attunement and body manipulation? (27:39)How to stay present and attuned. Breath, sound and non-verbal communication. (33:21)How to hold space for the rope bottom to feel what comes up, and read body language. (36:03)Bringing elements into rope: earth, air, fire, water. (39:50)Surrender vs submission. (51:17)Intimately Tied and Yoni Massage - Rina's current passions and upcoming offerings! (56:59)Transformational shibari experience. (1:02:18)LINKS: Website: www.vulnerabilitycoaching.comInstagram: @rina_treviRopes: www.intimatelytied.comWhere to find us, and how you can support us:Instagram: @girlsgonedeeppod Merch: girlsgonedeep.com/shop Woo More Play Affiliate Link: Support us while you shop! WHOREible Life: Get 10% off your deck with code GONEDEEP at whoreiblelife.com Instagram: @wlthegameContact: girlsgonedeep@gmail.com © 2025 GGD Alchemy, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

It's John and Vee's first ever remastered episode! Join them as they discuss why they chose this episode, and the new movies in theaters they saw this week before diving back into a revamped and re-edited episode from their very first year!Send us a text

Vee comes to us from the Navajo Nation and she shares an encounter with a witch that is attracted to her young son. She tells about a tall man spirit, different spirits, takings things, a fast spirit, witch craft, and more!Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/lodge-tales/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Welcome to Creative Block! This week's guest is BREE PAULSEN! Bree is a writer, illustrator, and comic artist who can be seen in her graphic novels Garlic & the Vampire, Garlic and the Witch, and recently released the Firelight Apprentice! She is currently working on a young adult adaptation of Dracula from the perspective of Mina Harker. In this episode, VEE and SEAN talk to BREE about CREATING THE PITCH FOR GARLIC, THE AGONY OF REVIEWS, THE CLASHING OF HER TWO AESTHETICS, so much more. While we talk, we doodle on a MAGMA, where we draw from prompts we got on TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, YOUTUBE, THREADS, NEWGROUNDS, and PATREON. Subscribe to our channel to hear more stories of other animation professionals! ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Thank you to our Patreon Blockheads for supporting the show!Want to become a Patron? ► https://www.patreon.com/crtvblockHit subscribe and follow our socials for updates! ►https://bsky.app/profile/crtvblock.bsky.social ►https://twitter.com/crtvblock ► https://www.instagram.com/crtv.block/ ► https://www.threads.net/@crtv.block ► https://creativeblockpod.newgrounds.com/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Follow the hosts!VEE! ► https://x.com/violainebriat ► https://www.instagram.com/violainebriat ► https://www.threads.net/@violainebriat ► https://www.violainebriat.com/SEAN! ► https://linktr.ee/lordspew ► https://x.com/lordspew ► https://www.instagram.com/lordspew/ ► https://www.threads.net/@lordspewFollow the guests!BREE! ► https://www.vampiresnwhimsy.com/ ► https://breebird33.tumblr.com/ ► https://www.instagram.com/breebird33/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Editing by Clemence Briat ► https://twitter.com/clem_n_mProduced by Marco Beltran ► https://twitter.com/orcsocksReels/Shorts by Ebuka.PNG ► https://www.instagram.com/ebuka_0fomaTheme song by Louie Zong ► https://twitter.com/everydaylouie■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■0:00 Intro17:36 Reviews26:30 Getting representation34:57 Ideas and OCs56:18 Publicist1:10:45 Creative block1:15:32 Outro

Diverse scuole di pensiero sulle tecniche preparatorie della partenza per un viaggio, corto o lungo che sia. C'è però una costante in tutti i casi: i nostri rituali sono inevitabilmente governati dall'ansia, nostra, ereditata o sentita dire. ***Disagiate tatuate e non: save the date! Stiamo organizzando il Disagio Tattoo Day! Domenica 28/9/25 la nostra Vee sarà all'⁠⁠⁠Indigo Tattoo⁠⁠⁠⁠ per una giornata in cui tatuarci insieme. Potrete scegliere tra i flash a tema disagio/salute mentale creati da ⁠⁠⁠Fede Ultranoir⁠⁠⁠⁠ per l'occasione e tatuarvi insieme alla vostra disagiata preferita. Seguite i social per più info e prenotazioni***Seguici su IG :⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Il Podcast del Disagio⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ e sul ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tubo del Disagio⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Il podcast del disagio è condotto e ideato da ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Vee Tridente ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Co-host e editing ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Francesca Faralli ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Sigla di ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Mattia Ceci⁠⁠⁠⁠

In this episode, the Munsons are joined once again by veteran guest Munson, Cam Sully, for a deep dive into the unparalleled career of Trinidadian-American actress Lorraine Toussaint. A Juilliard graduate with over 30 years in film, TV, and theater, Toussaint consistently delivers powerhouse performances, making even small roles unforgettable. We explore her impactful work in Selma, her iconic turn as Vee in Orange Is the New Black, her underrated brilliance in Nightjohn, her chilling role in Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, her ongoing presence as Vi in The Equalizer, and her latest performance in Better Sister. Plus, we revisit the classic Dangerous Minds to see if it still holds up. How does she rank on the Munson Meter? Listen to find out.

Welcome to Creative Block! This week's guest is PAUL SCARLATA! Paul was a storyboard artist, writer, and director whose work can be seen on Big Mouth and the new show Mating Season. On the side, he's been creating an animated horror film, the Van Helsing Society.In this episode, VEE talks to PAUL about HIS JOURNEY TO BECOME A DIRECTOR, SWEAT EQUITY, BEHIND THE SCENES OF CREATING VAN HELSING SOCIETY, so much more. While we talk, we doodle on a MAGMA, where we draw from prompts we got on TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, YOUTUBE, THREADS, NEWGROUNDS, and PATREON. Subscribe to our channel to hear more stories of other animation professionals! ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Thank you to our Patreon Blockheads for supporting the show!Want to become a Patron? ► https://www.patreon.com/crtvblockHit subscribe and follow our socials for updates! ►https://bsky.app/profile/crtvblock.bsky.social ►https://twitter.com/crtvblock ► https://www.instagram.com/crtv.block/ ► https://www.threads.net/@crtv.block ► https://creativeblockpod.newgrounds.com/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Follow the hosts!VEE! ► https://x.com/violainebriat ► https://www.instagram.com/violainebriat ► https://www.threads.net/@violainebriat ► https://www.violainebriat.com/SEAN! ► https://linktr.ee/lordspew ► https://x.com/lordspew ► https://www.instagram.com/lordspew/ ► https://www.threads.net/@lordspewFollow the guests!PAUL! ► https://linktr.ee/paulscarlata ► https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/paulscarlata/the-van-helsing-society-movie ► https://thevanhelsingsocietymovie.com/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Editing by Clemence Briat ► https://twitter.com/clem_n_mProduced by Marco Beltran ► https://twitter.com/orcsocksReels/Shorts by Ebuka.PNG ► https://www.instagram.com/ebuka_0fomaTheme song by Louie Zong ► https://twitter.com/everydaylouie■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■1:40 Starting as a revisionist on Regular Show9:12 Journey to Becoming a director13:06 Pitching Original Ideas23:53 Sweat Equity35:26 Creating Van Helsing Society40:58 two takeaways from making this project42:14 Making a Feature Over Series46:39 Goals For Kickstarter1:00:17 Inspirations for Van Helsing Society1:23:25 2 Types of Creative Block

This is the VIC 4 VETS, Honored Veteran, during Veterans Month in America. SUBMITTED BY: Peter (Andre) Brown_____________________________________________________________ Good Morning, There are two Vets I would like to recognize via your Vic to Vets. First: Vipot Lopitakwong (pronounced Vee-pot La-pit-a-wong), Lance Corporal, United States Marine Corps. Nov. 4th 1995 to June 1 2015. I met Vipot in boot camp in 2014 and he quickly became my best friend and bother in the Marine Corps. Unfortunately he was killed in a car crash in 2015 a few days before we were to meet up for some fishing in the Gulf down in Texas. I mess him very much. Rest in peace my friend! Second: Corporal Jeffrey Lucey United States Marine Corps, a man I never met yet I is a touch stone when things get rough for me. A brother Marine Jeffrey was an Iraq war veteran. He served 5 months in country with the 6th Motor Transport Battalion. Unfortunately as is far to common, on June 22, 2004 Corporal Lucey took his own life at age 23. Tom Waits wrote and sang a song based on his letters and final note to his family. It is both a tribute and a haunting reminder of what our brave me and women go through to keep our Country free. Jeffrey Lucey, Corporal, United State Marine Corps, rest easy brother. Thank You Andre________________________________________________________________ This is today’s VIC 4 VETS, Honored Veteran, during Veterans Month in America on NewsTalkSTL. With support from our friends at: DG FIREARMS - PATRIOT HEATING AND COOLING - BEST BUY FLOORINGSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Un caschetto inconfondibile, un misto pisto di tutte le trame di tutte le fiabe della storia, due boni, due sorelle inutili ed effetti speciali degni dei Power Rangers. In questa puntata esploriamo il disagio che ci ha lasciato addosso avere visto in replica per sette milioni di anni la serie tv Fantaghirò. ***Disagiate tatuate e non: save the date! Stiamo organizzando il Disagio Tattoo Day! Domenica 28/9/25 la nostra Vee sarà all'⁠⁠Indigo Tattoo⁠⁠⁠ per una giornata in cui tatuarci insieme. Potrete scegliere tra i flash a tema disagio/salute mentale creati da ⁠⁠Fede Ultranoir⁠⁠⁠ per l'occasione e tatuarvi insieme alla vostra disagiata preferita. Seguite i social per più info e prenotazioni***Seguici su IG :⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Il Podcast del Disagio⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ e sul ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tubo del Disagio⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Il podcast del disagio è condotto e ideato da ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Vee Tridente ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Co-host e editing ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Francesca Faralli ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Sigla di ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Mattia Ceci⁠⁠⁠

Elle and Vee recap their weekend at a mansion airbnb with 45 of their friends, celebrating several birthdays and a bachelor bachelorette!Gemini Bach Bash (00:00)Theme nights (04:54)Seal team slut olympics (06:32)Intentions and elle's announcement! (19:12)Thursday Night Highlights (28:01)Before Kiss Someone New, Do You Get Consent From Their Partner? (32:37)Sensual Loving and Sweaty Sex   (35:02)Cumming at Play Parties: Priority or not?  (39:22)Homemade Porn Compilation Videos  (41:19)MFM (42:53)MMFF: Navigating Agreements with New Couple Using Fears, Desire and Boundaries (47:20)One Dom Two Subs: Getting Permission to Cum and Dealing with Denial, Bondage, Riding Crop to the Pussy (55:29)Testing Pain Threshold With Claws and Clips and Aftercare (01:03:24)Blow Job Train (01:08:17)Where to find us, and how you can support us:Instagram: @girlsgonedeeppod Merch: girlsgonedeep.com/shop Woo More Play Affiliate Link: Support us while you shop! WHOREible Life: Get 10% off your deck with code GONEDEEP at whoreiblelife.com Instagram: @wlthegameContact: girlsgonedeep@gmail.com © 2025 GGD Alchemy, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

To celebrate Father's day, Vee and John's fathers picked their movies this week! One is very underrated, and the other is a horror classic. This is: Haywire, and The OmenSend us a text

174: Es geht um Mut, Fokus, Disziplin und Unternehmertum auf höchstem Level. Erfahre, wie eine deutsche Unternehmerin ihre nachhaltige Taschenmarke aus Berlin in die USA bringt, sich ein komplett neues Netzwerk aufbaut und dabei ihre Rolle als Mutter genauso lebt wie das tägliche Business. Lili Radu ist Gründerin und Geschäftsführerin von VEE COLLECTIVE, der am schnellsten wachsenden Taschenmarke Deutschlands. Gemeinsam mit ihrem Mann Patrick Löwe definiert sie das Konzept der modischen Handtasche völlig neu. Ihre Produkte vereinen Fashion, Funktionalität und Nachhaltigkeit und sprechen damit moderne, unabhängige Frauen an, die eine vielseitige Tasche für ihren Multi-Tasking-Alltag suchen. Mit Erfolg. VEE ist weltweit in den besten Kaufhäusern gelistet, darunter Neiman Marcus, Saks, Bloomingdale‘s, KaDeWe, Selfridges und Lane Crawford. Vor kurzem ist Lili mit ihrer Familie nach New York gezogen, um den amerikanischen Markt zu erobern. Dort haben die ultraleichten Taschen aus 100% recycelten und veganen Materialien bereits eine große Fangemeinde. Seit 2024 ist VEE COLLECTIVE eine zertifizierte B Corp und damit Teil einer globalen Bewegung, die für eine integrative, gerechte und regenerative Wirtschaft steht. Lili setzt nicht nur Trends, sondern will beweisen, dass Mode „made in Germany“ wieder weltweit erfolgreich sein kann. Mehr zu VEE COLLECTIVE gibt es hier: https://www.vee-collective.com/

Welcome to Creative Block! This week's guests are the COUCH KIDS, Ari Castleton, Colton Davis, and Andrew Brooks! Couch Kids is a comedy podcast that talks about anything and everything nerdy. The hosts all work in animation and share their whacky opinions on things all while having a good laugh all around.In this episode, SEAN and VEE talk to the COUCH KIDS about STARTING THE SHOW AS A WAY TO HANG OUT, WHAT TO DO WHEN THE BIT IS OVER, TAKING TURNS TAKING THE HIT, so much more. While we talk, we doodle on a MAGMA, where we draw from prompts we got on TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, YOUTUBE, THREADS, NEWGROUNDS, and PATREON. Subscribe to our channel to hear more stories of other animation professionals! ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Thank you to our Patreon Blockheads for supporting the show!Want to become a Patron? ► https://www.patreon.com/crtvblockHit subscribe and follow our socials for updates! ►https://bsky.app/profile/crtvblock.bsky.social ►https://twitter.com/crtvblock ► https://www.instagram.com/crtv.block/ ► https://www.threads.net/@crtv.block ► https://creativeblockpod.newgrounds.com/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Follow the hosts!VEE! ► https://x.com/violainebriat ► https://www.instagram.com/violainebriat ► https://www.threads.net/@violainebriat ► https://www.violainebriat.com/SEAN! ► https://linktr.ee/lordspew ► https://x.com/lordspew ► https://www.instagram.com/lordspew/ ► https://www.threads.net/@lordspewFollow the guests!COUCH KIDS! ► https://linktr.ee/couchkidspodcast ► https://www.instagram.com/andrewbrooks93/ ► https://www.aricastleton.com/ ► https://www.instagram.com/coltdee/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Editing by Clemence Briat ► https://twitter.com/clem_n_mProduced by Marco Beltran ► https://twitter.com/orcsocksReels/Shorts by Ebuka.PNG ► https://www.instagram.com/ebuka_0fomaTheme song by Louie Zong ► https://twitter.com/everydaylouie■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■0:00 Intro1:49 Couch Kids Intro3:45 Warmin' up to 'Cast10:15 Making the podcast14:28 "People Say our bits are MAGIC"18:01 "It's real when you're doing it right"20:57 What to do when the bit is over :(25:04 Ari gets shut down (as a bit)27:16 Taking turns taking the hit (for the bit)28:40 Origins of Couch-O33:08 Patreon42:31 Strategy54:26 Questions

Pollice verde, nero o beige? Ognuna di noi ha un suo personalissimo rapporto con le piante. Poi bisogna vedere che rapporto vogliono avere loro con noi. Ne parliamo con l'adorabile Ambra Pagliari aka Pianteinveranda***Disagiate tatuate e non: save the date! Stiamo organizzando il Disagio Tattoo Day! Domenica 28/9/25 la nostra Vee sarà all'⁠Indigo Tattoo⁠⁠ per una giornata in cui tatuarci insieme. Potrete scegliere tra i flash a tema disagio/salute mentale creati da ⁠Fede Ultranoir⁠⁠ per l'occasione e tatuarvi insieme alla vostra disagiata preferita. Seguite i social per più info e prenotazioni***Seguici su IG :⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Il Podcast del Disagio⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ e sul ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tubo del Disagio⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Il podcast del disagio è condotto e ideato da ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Vee Tridente ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Co-host e editing ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Francesca Faralli ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Sigla di ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Mattia Ceci⁠⁠

Welcome to the Pod-Pod Fruit: One Piece Through New Eyes!Join our host, Michael, as he reads through the saga of One Piece with our One Piece Rookies, Dylan and Vee. In this episode the crew discusses the second half of volume 26, "Adventure on God's Island” Thanks for listening!Check out our Discord! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://discord.gg/P2fXtzT52k⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Contents: Chapter Breakdown- Ch. 242 (00:00:18)- Ch. 243 (00:11:00)- Ch. 244 (00:55:07)- Ch. 245 (01:15:27)- Ch. 246 (01:39:53)- Final Thoughts (01:58:19)Music: Bon Voyage by Ren Avel (https://www.instagram.com/ren_avel/)

In this episode, Elle and Vee chat with Olivia Dydyna about her journey from being inorgasmic to fully awakened through sound, breath, and deep self-connection. The girls explore Soulgasm, light language, sounding for pleasure, and how to unlock turn-on even when trauma lives in the body. If you've ever wondered what it means to center yourself, speak your truth, and experience desire beyond outcome—this one's for you.Olivia's Story: From inorgasmic to orgasmic. (2:10)How do we achieve ultimate turn on? Mentally, physically, emotionally. (5:16)Breath work to get turned on. (8:15)Soulgasm: liberating the energy in your body to have a breakthrough. “What do you desire?” (9:09)Holding Space and Letting Answers Reveal Themselves: Leaving space for what comes up when there's no response. (14:06)How to get turned on when our body holds traumatic wounds? (18:05)Sounding: Alternative ways to get turned on. (19:36)Authentic sounds we make when we have sex. (23:05)How to unlock the voice when you're shy or blocked vocally. (25:38)Light Language: a language of the soul speaking directly to the genitals. (29:06)IRL examples. Developing a relationship to your cervix. Humming. (34:01)Surprising or beautiful experience. (38:08)Sounding for men. (41:18)Decentering the outcome of orgasm and finding the “one”. (44:59)Decentering men: what does life look like when we center ourselves? Balancing autonomy and togetherness. (49:03)Work with Olivia! (51:42)Links:Olivia's website: Besexessful.comWhere to find us, and how you can support us:Instagram: @girlsgonedeeppod Merch: girlsgonedeep.com/shop Woo More Play Affiliate Link: Support us while you shop! WHOREible Life: Get 10% off your deck with code GONEDEEP at whoreiblelife.com Instagram: @wlthegameContact: girlsgonedeep@gmail.com © 2025 GGD Alchemy, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

This week, John and Vee take a ride for 24 hours with some stoners. This is: Pineapple Express, and Dazed and ConfusedSend us a text

Mientras los expertos analizan los restos del accidente de Iowa, George y Vee reciben nueva información sobre las Luces de Phoenix, un avistamiento masivo del que supuestamente fueron testigos miles de personas. En la noche del 13 de marzo de 1997, las personas en el área de Phoenix informaron haber visto un grupo de luces dispuestas en forma de "V" flotando sobre el Valle.

Welcome to Creative Block! This week's guest is EMILY BRUNDIGE! Emily is the creator of Goldie on Apple+ and the Shut Up! Cartoon series Pubertina, developed Harvey Girls Forever! for Netflix/Dreamworks, and recently released a book, A Guide to Developing an Animated Show!In this episode, SEAN and VEE talk to EMILY about CREATING PUBERTINA, HER BOOK, and UNDERSTANDING YOURSELF AS A CREATOR, so much more. While we talk, we doodle on a MAGMA, where we draw from prompts we got on TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, YOUTUBE, THREADS, NEWGROUNDS, and PATREON. Subscribe to our channel to hear more stories of other animation professionals! ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Thank you to our Patreon Blockheads for supporting the show!Want to become a Patron? ► https://www.patreon.com/crtvblockHit subscribe and follow our socials for updates! ►https://bsky.app/profile/crtvblock.bsky.social ►https://twitter.com/crtvblock ► https://www.instagram.com/crtv.block/ ► https://www.threads.net/@crtv.block ► https://creativeblockpod.newgrounds.com/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Follow the hosts!VEE! ► https://x.com/violainebriat ► https://www.instagram.com/violainebriat ► https://www.threads.net/@violainebriat ► https://www.violainebriat.com/SEAN! ► https://linktr.ee/lordspew ► https://x.com/lordspew ► https://www.instagram.com/lordspew/ ► https://www.threads.net/@lordspewFollow the guest!EMILY BRUNDIGE! ► https://www.emilybrundige.com/ ► https://www.instagram.com/emilybrundige/ ► https://www.sendowl.com/s/product/79314489/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Editing by Clemence Briat ► https://twitter.com/clem_n_mProduced by Marco Beltran ► https://twitter.com/orcsocksReels/Shorts by Ebuka.PNG ► https://www.instagram.com/ebuka_0fomaTheme song by Louie Zong ► https://twitter.com/everydaylouie■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■0:00 Intro1:38 Starting her animation writing career7:35 Experimental Animation + Pubertina13:07 “There are a lot of Pokemon”17:06 Fox ADHD18:34 “Selling” + Developing a show23:54 Changing her pitching strategy26:41 A lil ad break (for Emily's book)28:46 Figure out what you want to prioritize35:56 Working with a Composer54:07 Questions1:20:27 Creative block

Famiglie incestuose, episodi di grooming, manipolazioni psicologiche e discriminazione nei confronti delle persone coi capelli rossi: queste e tante altre le tematiche di sottofondo ma neanche troppo dei cartoni animati che hanno cristallizzato intere generazioni. Parliamo dei traumi lasciati da Candy Candy, Lady Oscar, Papà Castoro e tanti altri impressi a fuoco nelle nostre povere testoline disagiate. ***Disagiate tatuate e non: save the date! Stiamo organizzando il Disagio Tattoo Day! Domenica 28/9/25 la nostra Vee sarà all'Indigo Tattoo⁠ per una giornata in cui tatuarci insieme. Potrete scegliere tra i flash a tema disagio/salute mentale creati da Fede Ultranoir⁠ per l'occasione e tatuarvi insieme alla vostra disagiata preferita. Seguite i social per più info e prenotazioni***Seguici su IG :⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Il Podcast del Disagio⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ e sul ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tubo del Disagio⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Il podcast del disagio è condotto e ideato da ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Vee Tridente ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Co-host e editing ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Francesca Faralli ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Sigla di ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Mattia Ceci⁠⁠

Dr. L and I have a long ole chat - full of laughs but also disagreements. it's just us! And that's what makes us have great chemistry. So... how hard is dating and love TODAY? *The Live we are referring to is on my YouTube page*. https://youtube.com/@Vee_Mindful - under the Live tab.

In this episode, Vee and Elle dive into their recent experiences in ENM, sharing naughty stories, recent personal growths and lesson learned. Jewelry Mishaps and Lingerie Inconveniences During Sex.  (00:00)Top Floor Play Party Intentions: New Play Partner, New Location, Plus Pushing Exhibitionist Boundaries. (5:48)The Art of the Stacking: Creative Sexual Positions with 4 people (Porn Star Wolf Hudson Inspired). (18:49)Soft Cock: Thank you!  (21:41)Advantages of Smaller Dicks: Listener Question Answered. (23:50)FOMO Trigger: Partner Staying Out Later Than You.  (33:51)Metamour Challenge.  (40:53)Where to find us, and how you can support us:Instagram: @girlsgonedeeppod Merch: girlsgonedeep.com/shop Woo More Play Affiliate Link: Support us while you shop! WHOREible Life: Get 10% off your deck with code GONEDEEP at whoreiblelife.com Instagram: @wlthegameContact: girlsgonedeep@gmail.com © 2025 GGD Alchemy, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

You've Got a Friend in Me! This week, John and Vee discuss the inception of Pixar by picking the first two feature length movies from the animation studio. This is: Toy Story, and A Bug's LifeSend us a text

Discover how real estate investing can transform your life with Vee's Blueprint for Beginners in this inspiring episode of the REI Mastermind Network. From navigating career burnout to building a diverse investment portfolio, Vee shares her journey, mindset, and strategies for creating wealth through real estate. Whether you're just starting or looking to refine your real estate investment strategy, this episode is packed with actionable insights and motivation to help you succeed.

Welcome to Creative Block! This week's guests are ASHLEY NICHOLS AND DAVE CAPDEVIELLE, the creators of Far-Fetched! Far-Fetched follows Rue, a DeviantArt sparkle-creature named Kira, and the band Sesamoid as they become unwilling participants in a battle between science and the supernatural. Their Kickstarter was successfully funded, In this episode, SEAN and VEE talk to ASHLEY and DAVE talk about HOW THEY STARTED WORKING TOGETHER, DEVELOPING THE CHARACTERS, ADDING ELEMENTS OF THEIR LIVES INTO THE SHOW, and so much more. While we talk, we doodle on a MAGMA, where we draw from prompts we got on TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, YOUTUBE, THREADS, NEWGROUNDS, and PATREON. Subscribe to our channel to hear more stories of other animation professionals! ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Thank you to our Patreon Blockheads for supporting the show!Want to become a Patron? ► https://www.patreon.com/crtvblockHit subscribe and follow our socials for updates! ►https://bsky.app/profile/crtvblock.bsky.social ►https://twitter.com/crtvblock ► https://www.instagram.com/crtv.block/ ► https://www.threads.net/@crtv.block ► https://creativeblockpod.newgrounds.com/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Follow the hosts!VEE! ► https://x.com/violainebriat ► https://www.instagram.com/violainebriat ► https://www.threads.net/@violainebriat ► https://www.violainebriat.com/SEAN! ► https://linktr.ee/lordspew ► https://x.com/lordspew ► https://www.instagram.com/lordspew/ ► https://www.threads.net/@lordspewFollow the guest!FAR-FETCHED! ► https://farfetched.show/ ► https://bsky.app/profile/ashleynichols.bsky.social ► https://linktr.ee/CadaverDave■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Editing by Clemence Briat ► https://twitter.com/clem_n_mProduced by Marco Beltran ► https://twitter.com/orcsocksReels/Shorts by Ebuka.PNG ► https://www.instagram.com/ebuka_0fomaTheme song by Louie Zong ► https://twitter.com/everydaylouie■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■0:00 Intro11:43 Before working on Far-Fetched21:37 Working on the show29:35 Questions35:37 Launching the Kickstarter57:39 Economy of animation1:12:05 Inspiration and creative block

If you're ready to date again and find love again, then you absolutely MUST do this first or all of your relationships will fail.. again and again. Dating Series Starts HERE. This Video is Step 1 - Let's learn how to successfully date in this 2nd half of our lives together.

For all our sapiosexuals out there, get ready for this panty-dropper!  Elle and Vee chat with comedian and podcast host Kaytlin Bailey and "erotic initiatrix" Priestess Francesca about the history of International Whores Day, sex workers' rights, and our internalized prejudices. What is International Whores Day? (3:58)Decriminalizing vs Legalizing. (9:12)Spirituality and Religion intersecting with sex work. (12:13)Controlling sex workers is a feminist issue. (17:41)Internalized whorephobia in sex positive spaces. (20:23)Ethical non monogamy (ENM) and sex work. (29:39)What does the future of sex work look like and how can we be better allies? (38:47)Vee's experience hiring a dominatrix with her ex, and how couples can utilize sex workers as educators. (47:25)Kaytlin Bailey Links:-Founder & Executive Director at Old Pros, a nonprofit that uses storytelling to advocate for s * x worker rights. Follow @oldprosonline — Email Newsletter | Instagram  The Oldest Profession Podcast Wh*re's Eye View one woman showPriestess Francesca Links:WebsiteInstagramFree Masterclass!Sources:International Whores' Day: You can listen to the whole history of International Whores' Day on this episode of The Oldest Profession Podcast hosted by Kaytlin Bailey and Ceyenne Doroshow and this article in the Daily BeastSESTA/FOSTA: "SESTA/FOSTA refers to a set of laws passed under the Trump administration: The Stop Enabling Sex Traffickers Act (SESTA) and the Fight Online Sex Trafficking Act (FOSTA). ...Rather than preventing the online exploitation of trafficked persons, these laws have hurt the people they intended to help, pushing sex workers and trafficking victims into more dangerous and exploitative situations." More information on the impacts of SESTA/FOSTA can be found at Decriminalize Sex WorkGlobal Network of Sex Work ProjectsWhere to find us, and how you can support us:Instagram: @girlsgonedeeppod Merch: girlsgonedeep.com/shop Woo More Play Affiliate Link: Support us while you shop! WHOREible Life: Get 10% off your deck with code GONEDEEP at whoreiblelife.com Instagram: @wlthegameContact: girlsgonedeep@gmail.com © 2025 GGD Alchemy, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

Light the Fuse...the final installment of the Mission Impossible franchise is out, so Vee and John have picked two of their favorite movies from the Tom Cruise series. This is: Mission Impossible 3, and Mission Impossible Ghost ProtocolSend us a text

Welcome to Creative Block! This week's guests are the BASIL EZENWA! Basil is storyboard artist and animator for anime and animated projects on Netflix, A24, and Titmouse on shows like #1 Happy Family USA and Boruto.In this episode, SEAN and VEE talk to BASIL TOP 3 SHONEN, SHIFTING BIOLOGY TO ANIMATION, PROCESS FOR ANIMATING ON ANIME PRODUCTIONS, and so much more. While we talk, we doodle on a MAGMA, where we draw from prompts we got on TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, YOUTUBE, THREADS, NEWGROUNDS, and PATREON. Subscribe to our channel to hear more stories of other animation professionals! ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Thank you to our Patreon Blockheads for supporting the show!Want to become a Patron? ► https://www.patreon.com/crtvblockHit subscribe and follow our socials for updates! ►https://bsky.app/profile/crtvblock.bsky.social ►https://twitter.com/crtvblock ► https://www.instagram.com/crtv.block/ ► https://www.threads.net/@crtv.block ► https://creativeblockpod.newgrounds.com/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Follow the hosts!VEE! ► https://x.com/violainebriat ► https://www.instagram.com/violainebriat ► https://www.threads.net/@violainebriat ► https://www.violainebriat.com/SEAN! ► https://linktr.ee/lordspew ► https://x.com/lordspew ► https://www.instagram.com/lordspew/ ► https://www.threads.net/@lordspewFollow the guest!BASIL! ► https://www.basilezenwaartwork.com/ ► https://www.instagram.com/basil_ie/ ► https://x.com/basil_ie■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Editing by Clemence Briat ► https://twitter.com/clem_n_mProduced by Marco Beltran ► https://twitter.com/orcsocksReels/Shorts by Ebuka.PNG ► https://www.instagram.com/ebuka_0fomaTheme song by Louie Zong ► https://twitter.com/everydaylouie■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■0:00 Intro3:21 Art school21:34 Starting animation1:07:40 Creative block

This week, Elle and Vee dive deep into all things masturbation—from silent solo play to sex toy confessions, and the rituals we don't talk about (but definitely should).What comes to mind when you think of masturbation? (04:42)Masturbating rather than playing in a couple. (06:10)Sexual empowerment through masturbation and sexting. (10:40)Cock stroking. (14:15)Does solo play take away from partner play? (14:58)Shame and a link to Kellogg's cereal. (17:32)How often do you masturbate, what do you use, and how long do you masturbate? (21:11)Making noise while touching yourself. (25:16)Does masturbation compete with intimacy in a couple? (28:33)Formative Experiences: Silent solo play, Elle's early explorations, first orgasms and toys. (32:36)Wierd vocalization and sounds: have you were whimpered or cried during solo play? (38.28) Self pleasure ritual, and toys for G-spot orgasm and self prostate play. (40:37)Do you have better orgasms solo or with your partner? (44:18) Porn and Masturbation. (46:15)Self Touch Practice. (48:39)Where to find us, and how you can support us:Instagram: @girlsgonedeeppod Merch: girlsgonedeep.com/shop Woo More Play Affiliate Link: Support us while you shop! WHOREible Life: Get 10% off your deck with code GONEDEEP at whoreiblelife.com Instagram: @wlthegameContact: girlsgonedeep@gmail.com © 2025 GGD Alchemy, LLC. All Rights Reserved.

Movies You Missed is celebrating their 3 year anniversary! For this special occasion, Vee and John have picked some great third installments from trilogies. This is: Die Hard with a Vengence, and Men in Black 3Send us a text

In this episode of the Real Estate Ballers Show, Vee Le pulls back the curtain on how she uses ChatGPT as her virtual sidekick across multiple parts of her real estate business—from hiring to marketing, listings, negotiation responses, research, and more. Whether you're running Airbnb rentals, flipping houses, or exploring new ventures, Vee shows you how AI can save time, make you sharper, and help you scale smarter.Vee, the founder of REBallers, is a franchise owner and a Developmental Agent of HomeVestors “We Buy Ugly Houses”.  Today, Vee is actively buying and selling properties in Houston, Austin, San Antonio, and Corpus Christi, TX while growing her rental portfolio of long term and short-term rentals.EP Highlights00:00 Intro01:05 Why ChatGPT is My Real Estate Partner01:16 Hiring smarter with AI02:39 AI-powered marketing strategies03:19 Social media content in minutes04:41 Writing killer listings & seller replies06:54 Tech support for the not-so-techy08:07 R&D with AI (new biz ideas faster)Please visit our sponsors, which made this episode possible: AirDNA: https://tinyurl.com/Air-DNA Anderson Advisors: https://tinyurl.com/Anderson-Advisors Baselane: https://tinyurl.com/Base-lane Batch Dialer: http://dialer.getbatch.co/mzBl0W0Batch Leads: http://leads.getbatch.co/mzBuenXBuzz Vacation Rentals: https://pm.buzzvacationrentals.com/ Jet Lending: https://tinyurl.com/Jet-Lending NREIG: http://nreig.com/reballers Riverside: https://tinyurl.com/RiversideRecordWizehire: https://tinyurl.com/Wize-Hire ✅ Stay Connected

The Verge's Victoria Song joins the show to talk about a new genre of gadget, which both she and David have been testing a lot: the AI-powered, always-on voice recorder. Vee shares what she's learned from devices like Bee, and why it's going to be so hard for AI to figure out what really matters in our lives. After that, The Verge's Nathan Edwards and keyboard maker Ryan Norbauer tell the story of the Seneca, a $3,600 keyboard that Norbauer built to his own incredibly exacting specifications. They tell David about what it really takes to make a great keyboard, and why making one is worth the effort. Finally, in the lightning round (call 866-VERGE11 or email vergecast@theverge.com!), we answer a couple of questions about the future of Chrome. Further reading: Bee review: I outsourced my memory to AI and all I got was fanfiction The Plaude NotePin is a great AI voice recorder, and it's totally doomed Friend: a new digital companion for the AI age The Norbauer Seneca The $3,600 keyboard that's optimized for joy. Why are companies lining up to buy Chrome? Sundar Pichai says the DOJ's antitrust plan could kill Google Search Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices