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Der Remote-Beitrag für eine Konferenz, die Aufzeichnung über das Internet oder die Teilnahme an Zoom, Meet oder Teams, es gilt immer das gleiche: Der eigene Auftritt vor der Webcam ist entweder eine positive Erfahrung - oder aber das Risiko, gleich als inkompetent und störend wahrgenommen zu werden. Wie man den eigenen Beitrag im Videocall vorteilhaft gestaltet, zeigt dieser Podcast/Videocast, der die Erfahrungen aus hunterten Remote-Zuschaltungen destilliert und die Essenz daraus zusammenfasst.Mehr: www.content-creator.atProduktion: www.tripple.at

On this episode of Straturday Night Live on Johnny Beane TV, we dive into a long-buried, newly resurfaced interview with Ozzy Osbourne—and he is unfiltered. The Prince of Darkness calls out his former Black Sabbath bandmates with some brutally honest words from the years after his firing. Then things get weird: we check out pizza photos with the strangest toppings you've ever seen… and the night turns into a full-on studio mystery when Ron says he mailed me a webcam I have zero memory of receiving. So what happens? I tear the entire studio apart searching for it. Did we find it… or not? You'll have to tune in to see.

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Bienvenue dans ce nouvel épisode de votre podcast horreur préféré. Janvier 2025, Autriche. Le Grossglockner se dresse à 3 798 mètres. Ce n'est pas qu'une montagne, c'est le théâtre d'un podcast horreur basé sur faits réels qui dépasse l'entendement. Une webcam météo, froide et administrative, filme le sommet. Elle enregistre deux silhouettes. Puis, une seule. Dans l'épisode d'aujourd'hui de Dans l'Ombre des Légendes, nous plongeons dans l'affaire Kerstin Gurtner, cette femme de 33 ans retrouvée figée dans la neige à seulement cinquante mètres de la sécurité. Son compagnon, Thomas Plamberger, est redescendu seul. S'agit-il d'un simple accident ou d'un podcast horreur psychologique français révélant la face la plus sombre de l'être humain ?Ce récit est une véritable horreur inspirée de faits divers où la négligence devient criminelle. Les enquêteurs révèlent un matériel dérisoire et une absence totale de plan de repli. Mais au-delà des faits techniques, c'est l'image qui accuse. Ce podcast horreur narratif décortique chaque minute de cette ascension fatale. Pourquoi avoir ignoré les alertes ? Comment l'hypothermie a-t-elle pu transformer une randonnée en une enquête criminelle dont le verdict est attendu pour 2026 ? La montagne ne ment pas, et la webcam a tout gardé en mémoire : l'hésitation, l'arrêt, et l'abandon définitif.Si vous aimez le true crime français et les récits de survie extrême, cette immersion au cœur des Alpes vous hantera longtemps. Nous analysons ici le mécanisme de la peur et le poids d'une décision prise quand on pense que personne ne regarde. Ce n'est pas qu'une histoire de froid, c'est une légende urbaine moderne captée par un capteur numérique indifférent.Découvrez la vérité derrière ce drame dans ce podcast horreur immersif où chaque silence de la montagne hurle une trahison.

Willkommen zu einer neuen Folge aus der Kategorie "Architekturpreis gewonnen, im Leben gescheitert". Kira sendet heute live aus einem Tagungshaus-Aquarium, wo man dank bodentiefer Fenster beim Umziehen entweder im Dunkeln sitzt oder der gesamten Belegschaft eine Show bietet. Während Tobias versucht, nebenbei sein Minijob-Imperium zu managen, arbeiten wir die wirklich wichtigen Themen auf: Verletzungen, verweigerte Traditionen und das unvermeidliche Altern.

On January 25th, 2019, police arrived at a home in Chuluota, Florida, for a wellness check. Cody Amato, a thirty-one-year-old nurse anaesthetist, hadn't shown up for work—something he'd never done in five years.Inside, they found a scene of horror: Chad Amato, Margaret Amato, and Cody Amato. All three shot execution-style in their own home.One family member was missing: twenty-nine-year-old Grant Amato.As investigators pieced together the case, a disturbing picture emerged. Grant had been fired from his nursing job for stealing drugs. He'd become obsessed with a Bulgarian webcam model named Silvie. He'd stolen over two hundred thousand dollars from his family to pay for her attention.His family tried to help him. They sent him to rehab. They gave him rules. But when his father discovered Grant was still contacting Silvie, he told Grant to leave.Grant's response? He murdered his entire family.Tonight, a story of obsession, deception, and a virtual relationship that turned deadly.Become a Patreon or Apple + subscriber now for ealry and ad free access from as little as $1.69 a week. All the details hereSubscribe to Crime at Bedtimes Youtube channel HERE Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In dieser WAYNE-Folge geht's nicht um „wir kaufen uns 'ne teure Kamera und dann wird's schon“. Es geht um Video- und Audio-Kommunikation, die bei dir im Alltag wirklich funktioniert. Florian Gypser erklärt dir, warum Bild und Ton längst nicht mehr nur „nice to have“ sind, sondern mitentscheiden, ob Menschen dir im Call zuhören, dir vertrauen und am Ende auch bei dir kaufen. Ein Schwerpunkt ist dein Setup: Welche Rolle spielen Webcam, Licht, Mikrofon und Hintergrund wirklich und wie kommst du mit überschaubarem Aufwand weg vom typischen Homeoffice-Look (schlechtes Licht, Hall, wacklige Perspektive, virtueller Hintergrund-Quatsch). Es geht nicht um Perfektion, sondern um Klarheit: verständlicher Ton, sauberes Bild, ruhiger Bildaufbau und ein Auftritt, der nicht nach Zufall aussieht. Danach geht's um Video im Vertrieb: Du nutzt Videobotschaften als Follow-up statt der zehnten „Nur kurz nachgehakt“-Mail, erklärst Angebote per Video, machst komplexe Themen schneller verständlich und zeigst Produktdemos im Videocall so, dass es nicht wie ein PowerPoint-Fiebertraum wirkt. Dazu kommen konkrete Gedanken, warum manche Videoansprachen auf LinkedIn sofort weggeklickt werden (Spoiler: weil's oft zu generisch oder zu künstlich rüberkommt) und wie du das besser löst. Dann kommt die Content-Perspektive: Du denkst Videopodcast und Videoformate als „Quelle“ für viele kleine Content-Stücke. Also: Aufnahme, Transkript, kurze Clips, Newsletter, Blogartikel, Social Snippets. Nicht als Content-Fabrik im Sinne von Masse, sondern als System, das aus einem starken Gespräch viele sinnvolle Touchpoints macht. Dazu passend: Wie du Mitarbeitende vor die Kamera bekommst, ohne dass es peinlich wird, und warum Authentizität nicht gleich „ungeschnitten und schlecht“ bedeutet. Zum Schluss gibt's noch ein paar klare Ansagen zu Branding und Wirkung: weniger Logo-Geklebe, mehr Fokus auf Inhalt, Präsenz und Verständlichkeit. Und ja: Körpersprache spielt rein, weshalb „stehend aufnehmen“ im Corporate-Kontext oft die bessere Wahl ist.

Il divulgatore digitale Gabriele Gobbo introduce viaggi nel tempo della rubrica "Indietro nel futuro" con attori digitali generativi creati con l'AI all'interno di ambientazioni verosimili ricostruite che raccontano fatti, scoperte e invenzioni che ci hanno portato al presente così come lo conosciamo.Dal 1978 con la prima email spam che generò proteste ma 13 milioni di dollari, al 1991 con la prima webcam installata per monitorare la caffettiera di Cambridge. Passando per il 1982 quando Scott Fahlman inventò le emoticon digitando :-) per risolvere i malintesi nei messaggi elettronici.In questo episodio di FvgTech, ospite speciale in carne ed ossa Marco Camisani Calzolari con un contributo video su Alan Kay dalla sua serie "Decisioni Artificiali", visionario dimenticato che inventò la metafora del desktop. Il futuro delineato dal noto digitologo pone la domanda di Kay: la tecnologia aumenta autonomia o crea dipendenza?

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Tonight on GeekNights, we discuss webcams. In the news, ICE murdered another person in broad daylight with video and witnesses, and Senate Democrats are willing to shut the government down over continued funding of ICE. Call your senators today. No funds for ICE: abolish, dismantle, and prosecute.In other news, Europe may ban Elon Musk's nonconsensual porn machine and France is planning to build a video conferencing tool to reduce dependence on American technology.Related LinksForum ThreadWebcamsDiscord ChatWebcamsBluesky PostWebcamsThings of the DayRym - RESOURCE: Just how advanced WERE the Maya?Scott - Ignoring Lithium Battery Safety Warnings.. For Science!

Trump ha puntato tutto sui dazi dicendo che “li pagano gli altri”, e un anno fa il dibattito era rovente: caos sui mercati, timori per l'export italiano, e due narrative opposte, da un lato “proteggono l'industria USA e riempiono le casse”, dall'altro “sono una tassa sui consumatori americani”. Ma oggi possiamo smettere di discutere per sensazioni e guardare i dati: prima quelli del 2018-2019 sulla guerra commerciale, poi quelli più recenti sui dazi 2025, molto più aggressivi. La domanda chiave è semplice: chi ha davvero pagato il conto? Gli esportatori stranieri hanno tagliato i prezzi assorbendo il dazio oppure il costo è stato scaricato sugli importatori e quindi sugli americani? ### ❤️ *Sostieni il progetto*

Sabemos que los primeros meses del año pueden sentirse lentos y frustrantes en tokens.Por eso invitamos a Andy Falco, monitor con experiencia, para hablar del famoso “invierno webcam”.En este episodio compartimos ideas simples y reales para cuidarse y mantenerse activos.Hablamos de pequeños ajustes que pueden marcar diferencia en ingresos y visibilidad.También mencionamos errores comunes para evitarlos sin estrés ni presión.Una charla cercana, útil y tranquila para recordar que incluso en temporada baja se puede seguir creciendo y facturando con estrategia

Sabemos que los primeros meses del año pueden sentirse lentos y frustrantes en tokens.Por eso invitamos a Andy Falco, monitor con experiencia, para hablar del famoso “invierno webcam”.En este episodio compartimos ideas simples y reales para cuidarse y mantenerse activos.Hablamos de pequeños ajustes que pueden marcar diferencia en ingresos y visibilidad.También mencionamos errores comunes para evitarlos sin estrés ni presión.Una charla cercana, útil y tranquila para recordar que incluso en temporada baja se puede seguir creciendo y facturando con estrategia

Gli smartphone hanno trasformato radicalmente il modo in cui lavoriamo e comunichiamo, portando con sé fotocamere sempre più sofisticate e capaci. Ma questo sviluppo tecnologico mette in discussione il futuro di un accessorio fino a pochi anni fa considerato indispensabile: la webcam per PC. Servizi come Apple Continuity Camera, Google Meet e applicazioni come Camo permettono infatti di utilizzare le fotocamere degli smartphone come webcam, garantendo una qualità fotografica nettamente superiore alle tradizionali periferiche. Ha ancora senso, quindi, acquistare webcam esterne? Per scoprire la risposta abbiamo provato in anteprima la nuova webcam motorizzata Link 2 Pro di Insta360.Nella sezione delle notizie parliamo della disputa tra AGCOM e Cloudflare su Piracy Shield e infine della Spagna che sostituisce il tradizionale triangolo di emergenza stradale con il V16, un segnalatore luminoso dotato di geolocalizzazione.--Indice--00:00 - Introduzione01:09 - La disputa tra AGCOM e Cloudflare su Piracy Shield (IlPost.it, Luca Martinelli)02:39 - Il lampeggiante geolocalizzato per auto in panne (Repubblica.it, Matteo Gallo)04:06 - Gli smartphone hanno reso le webcam obsolete? (Luca Martinelli)16:11 - La nostra esperienza con Insta360 Link 2 Pro (Davide Fasoli, Luca Martinelli)28:01 - Conclusione--Testo--Leggi la trascrizione: https://www.dentrolatecnologia.it/S8E3#testo--Contatti--• www.dentrolatecnologia.it• Instagram (@dentrolatecnologia)• Telegram (@dentrolatecnologia)• YouTube (@dentrolatecnologia)• redazione@dentrolatecnologia.it--Sponsor--• Puntata realizzata in collaborazione con Insta360--Brani--• Ecstasy by Rabbit Theft• Capsized by Tollef

Negli ultimi giorni molti hanno scoperto il tax credit per il cinema, un'agevolazione fiscale che consente alle produzioni audiovisive di ottenere un credito d'imposta pari a circa il 30% dei costi sostenuti. Nel caso della serie Netflix su Fabrizio Corona, secondo alcune ricostruzioni lo Stato italiano avrebbe riconosciuto circa 1 milione di euro. Da qui la domanda: è corretto che lo Stato si faccia carico di una parte dei costi di produzione? Ma se si guarda meglio tra le pieghe del bilancio pubblico, emerge che strumenti di questo tipo sono tutt'altro che rari: esistono molte misure analoghe, pensate per sostenere settori considerati strategici o meritevoli di incentivo. ### ❤️ *Sostieni il progetto*

Nos hemos pasado a video pero seguimos fieles a nuestros oyentes también. Volvemos a trompicones y más preocupados por la (falta de) telegenia que por lo que nos tocaba comentar. Esta semana es imposible no pararse en la operación salida masiva orquestada por Mateu Alemany, el enésimo rifirafe con Vinicius en el derbi supercopero y el consecuente "show" mediático y el apasionante mes de enero que encara el Atlético camino a los cuartos de final de Copa con todo en liza en Champions League y mucho que decir en Liga ante rivales teóricamente asequibles. Nos subimos al 300 en el que nos pasamos para siempre a la dualidad audio/video intentando preservar el resto de las esencias del "Maneras". Presentado por Juanma Álamo, el programa "Maneras de Vivir" nació para para que la gente del Atleti encuentre un pedacito lo que llevaba años reclamando. Con Miguel Peris, Javier G. Gómara, Ricardo Menéndez, Chema García y... Tú. Imagen: Atlético de Madrid.

Agcom multa Cloudflare per oltre 14 milioni e il caso Piracy Shield diventa uno scontro tra enforcement e infrastruttura. Lo scudo antipirateria promette blocchi in 30 minuti, ma nel web reale significa anche overblocking e disservizi a catena. I pirati aggirano i blocchi rapidamente, mentre i costi ricadono su utenti e servizi legittimi, in tensione con logiche di resilienza NIS2. La domanda decisiva resta: lo strumento riduce davvero la pirateria o sposta solo il problema, rompendo la rete. L'alternativa credibile passa dal mercato: meno frammentazione, prezzo unico basso, modello tipo League Pass, con concorrenza su commento e contenuti. ### ❤️ *Sostieni il progetto*

Dire “la disoccupazione è scesa” e fermarsi lì è propaganda. ISTAT nello stesso mese dice che gli occupati calano e che cresce l'inattività: se più persone smettono di cercare lavoro escono dalle forze di lavoro e non vengono più conteggiate come disoccupate. ### ❤️ *Sostieni il progetto*

Non abbiamo nemmeno chiuso la prima settimana del 2026 e già la politica estera USA torna a far discutere: secondo le ricostruzioni circolate in queste ore e le dichiarazioni attribuite a Donald Trump, Washington avrebbe messo nel mirino il Venezuela con un obiettivo che non è solo “valoriale” (stato di diritto, narcotraffico, influenza regionale), ma anche economico: il petrolio. ### ❤️ *Sostieni il progetto*

EP 1 - Aumento le pensioni così do più mancia ai giovani? https://youtu.be/Hez1x_YTrMg EP 2 - Perchè le pensioni riducono gli stipendi? https://youtu.be/J5-9HGWffv8 EP 3 - Perchè le stime di previsione sulle pensioni sono errate? https://youtu.be/EbO-efn0zow EP 4 - Problema pensioni: Basta dividere Assistenza da Previdenza? https://youtu.be/OCCBRziXsSA EP 5 - I PENSIONATI GUADAGNANO POCO? https://youtu.be/Am8__p3g0Qk EP 6 - PENSIONI: COSA CI ATTENDE IN FUTURO? https://youtu.be/AjZhjCYI8cs LIVE NON EDITATA: https://youtube.com/live/LnfT2CFw0iI ### ❤️ *Sostieni il progetto*

Schon zum vierten Mal treffen sich Roland und Jürgen wieder in Höhr-Grenzhausen, und zum dritten Mal dürft ihr live dabei sein: Am Samstag, dem 3. Januar ist es ab 20 Uhr wieder so weit. Wir freuen uns auf euch und schalten euch in gewohnter Weise dazu, damit ihr beispielsweise eure Jahreshighlights oder einfach nur ein paar Grüße loswerden könnt. Den entsprechenden Link zum Einloggen teilen wir euch rechtzeitig mit. LOGIN-UPDATE: Wenn ihr euch hier einloggt, achtet bitte darauf, dass sowohl euer Mikro als auch eure Webcam funktionieren und aktiv sind, denn wir haben die eine oder andere Überraschung vorbereitet, für die beide benötigt werden. Da die Anzahl der zugeschalteten Teilnehmer endlich ist, bitten wir euch ansonsten, auf die „Live on tape“-Variante im regulären Podcast-Stream zu warten. Vielen Dank für euer Verständnis.

EP 1 - Aumento le pensioni così do più mancia ai giovani? https://youtu.be/Hez1x_YTrMg EP 2 - Perchè le pensioni riducono gli stipendi? https://youtu.be/J5-9HGWffv8 EP 3 - Perchè le stime di previsione sulle pensioni sono errate? https://youtu.be/EbO-efn0zow EP 4 - Problema pensioni: Basta dividere Assistenza da Previdenza? https://youtu.be/OCCBRziXsSA EP 5 - I PENSIONATI GUADAGNANO POCO? https://youtu.be/Am8__p3g0Qk EP 6 - PENSIONI: COSA CI ATTENDE IN FUTURO? [In arrivo il 31/12] LIVE NON EDITATA: https://youtube.com/live/LnfT2CFw0iI ### ❤️ *Sostieni il progetto*

EP 1 - Aumento le pensioni così do più mancia ai giovani? https://youtu.be/Hez1x_YTrMg EP 2 - Perchè le pensioni riducono gli stipendi? https://youtu.be/J5-9HGWffv8 EP 3 - Perchè le stime di previsione sulle pensioni sono errate? https://youtu.be/EbO-efn0zow EP 4 - Problema pensioni: Basta dividere Assistenza da Previdenza? https://youtu.be/OCCBRziXsSA EP 5 - I PENSIONATI GUADAGNANO POCO? [In arrivo il 30/12] EP 6 - PENSIONI: COSA CI ATTENDE IN FUTURO? [In arrivo il 31/12] LIVE NON EDITATA: https://youtube.com/live/LnfT2CFw0iI ### ❤️ *Sostieni il progetto*

EP 1 - Aumento le pensioni così do più mancia ai giovani? https://youtu.be/Hez1x_YTrMg EP 2 - Perchè le pensioni riducono gli stipendi? https://youtu.be/J5-9HGWffv8 EP 3 - Perchè le stime di previsione sulle pensioni sono errate? https://youtu.be/EbO-efn0zow EP 4 - Problema pensioni: Basta dividere Assistenza da Previdenza? [In arrivo il 29/12] EP 5 - I PENSIONATI GUADAGNANO POCO? [In arrivo il 29/12] EP 6 - PENSIONI: COSA CI ATTENDE IN FUTURO? [In arrivo il 30/12] LIVE NON EDITATA: https://youtube.com/live/LnfT2CFw0iI ### ❤️ *Sostieni il progetto*

EP 1 - Aumento le pensioni così do più mancia ai giovani? https://youtu.be/Hez1x_YTrMg EP 2 - Perchè le pensioni riducono gli stipendi? https://youtu.be/J5-9HGWffv8 EP 3 - Perchè le stime di previsione sulle pensioni sono errate? [In arrivo il 28/12] EP 4 - Problema pensioni: Basta dividere Assistenza da Previdenza? [In arrivo il 29/12] EP 5 - I PENSIONATI GUADAGNANO POCO? [In arrivo il 29/12] EP 6 - PENSIONI: COSA CI ATTENDE IN FUTURO? [In arrivo il 30/12] LIVE NON EDITATA: https://youtube.com/live/LnfT2CFw0iI ### ❤️ *Sostieni il progetto*

Today on the Woody and Wilcox Show: Cold moon tonight; National Cookie Day; Cold weather safety; Drinking hot chocolate may weaken your bones; Spotify Wrapped and other end-of-the-year listening/viewing summaries; Webcam hack in South Korea; Man tries to save an injured raccoon; Most common things cats and dogs ate; And so much more!

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Send us a textA grand staircase, carved wood, and a story that refuses to fade—Willard Library in Evansville, Indiana, has all the makings of a legend. We sat down with Erica Taylor, who manages adult and teen services and unexpectedly became the point person for all things paranormal, to explore why this Victorian Gothic landmark draws both researchers and ghost hunters. From the founding vision of Willard Carpenter to the community's decades-long fascination with the Gray Lady, this conversation maps where history and haunting intersect.Erica shares how a disputed inheritance evolved into local lore, why staff log credible sightings, and the one voicemail that still gives us chills: a 3 a.m. call of clicks and whispers traced to a locked staff-room extension. We dig into the library's ghost cams—multiple live feeds drawing millions of views—and the specific hotspots where visitors feel cold spots, smell sudden perfume, or catch strange movement. If you're planning a trip, get practical guidance for exploring the upstairs reading room, the bright children's floor, and the infamous basement hallway, all while respecting the library's first purpose: access, learning, and community.Geocachers will love the inside scoop on GCA4C4, one of the rare indoor webcam caches. We talk favorite points, multi-cam strategies, and how the cache evolved from the dial-up era to smartphone screenshots. Beyond the building, we highlight Evansville must-dos—Bosse Field from A League of Their Own, local museums, and riverfront history—because place is part of the magic. Whether you lean skeptic or believer, you'll hear how embracing myth can welcome new patrons, preserve architecture, and turn a library into a living story. Enjoy the ride, then tell us: what would you do first at Willard—hunt ghosts or log the webcam?If this conversation sparked your curiosity, subscribe, share with a friend, and leave a quick review. Your support helps more travelers find hidden gems—and maybe a gentle haunt or two.Joshua's VideoWebcam GeocacheLibrary LinkSupport the showFacebookInstagramYoutube

In this episode, Elizabeth and Lauren dive into various topics ranging from hair care and personal experiences to the intriguing world of online confessions and fetishes. They share their thoughts on another podcast which features shocking confessions, and discuss the impact of influencer culture on public perception. The conversation also touches on the joys of junk journaling and the latest happenings in 'Dancing with the Stars.' Throughout, they explore personal anecdotes and insights about hair care, color choices, and the importance of hobbies.   Takeaways: The world of online work can be bizarre. Dancing with the Stars brings celebrity gossip to light. Influencer culture often faces public scrutiny. Hobbies can provide joy and a sense of accomplishment. Connect with Us:  Instagram Tiktok Coco The Shop

On this episode of Ask, Tell, Confess, the Coven dives into a chaotic mix of laughs, confessions, and outrageous stories. The conversation revolves around makeup mishaps, Halloween costume fails, and their brand-new live show We Saw It Online, streaming soon on Twitch and YouTube. Things take a wild turn as they unpack bizarre fetishes—from a man with a morbid curiosity to the infamous “rubber glove guy” and “bug squishing guy.” Bunnie Xo reminisces about her childhood obsession with Boy George, while Hailee reads a jaw-dropping listener story involving a customer who wanted someone to wrap their hair in underwear. The episode wraps up on a high note as Brayden steals the spotlight with his hilarious Michael Jackson dance.Watch Full Episodes & More:YouTubeSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 16 Too Many Hot Asses On Campus In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             If you make one person happy, you save the World. Make a million people happy and you become a politician        "Wait," Vivian waved her hands sideways, "Zane is really sleeping with a bunch of women? I thought that was an exaggeration." "Did I come at a bad time?" Barbie Lynn spoke up. She was holding a suitcase and a carry-on bag. Behind her was Millicent with one suitcase and Raven with a dress bag. I was reminded that Barbie Lynn would be moving back into the dorm as dorm mother in the morning, but she was currently between places and clearly expected to spend the night here, in my room, with me. "Come on in," I offered Barbie Lynn as I crossed over to get her bag. Vivian stepped up and put a hand on my arm to stop me. "Barbie Lynn will not be staying in your room tonight!" Vivian laid down the law. "Vivian, you always ranked higher than me in the club hierarchy and I have a bad knee, but if you have a problem with me, face me, not Zane," Barbie Lynn growled. "Don't worry, Babe," I soothed Barbie, "I'm working on a solution right now." "Zane, slap this skank" (referring to Vivian), Rio snarled. "She put her hand on you so defend yourself all over her punk ass." "Vivian is only doing her job," I addressed Rio. "I'm not going to hold that against her." "Zane, is this another one?" Raven inquired about Vivian's sexual status with me. "No. She's my official guardian, and as soon as I kick her ass, she's going to sleep on one of the main room's sofas for a month," I explained. "No, when I win, I will exclude everyone from this floor except you, me and the dorm mother," Vivian countered. Valerie came bolting into the room with the clothes, Opal, and Cappadocia. "I will go change into shorts outside. Vivian, you change here. Coach, can you referee the match?" I tried to bring some order to the chaos. Vivian ground her teeth but took the clothes and started to strip before I got my own clothes. "Zane, stay on - change in the corner. There are too many freshmen girls out there," Vivian conceded. "You two should decide if you want to stick to Zane's bedroom or cover the entire floor," Dana stated. "I leave that to Vivian," I allowed. Vivian chose the full floor and Dana decided that things would remain cluttered, the students would remain on the floor as obstacles to fight around, believing we were good enough to not smack a civilian. "Good job, Vivian," Dana congratulated her senior student. "Use the terrain to counter his reach advantage. "Any advice for me?" I asked. "Yes. Don't get that pretty face beaten up," she smiled snidely at me. "That will teach Zane to take your side on anything," Rio sneered. "I'm not on your faction's side, Rio," Dana confirmed, "but it doesn't mean Zane and I aren't friends." "I'm fine," I assured Rio. "Tell us when, Coach." Dana looked Vivian and I over. "Go!" she snapped. Vivian caught me off guard by running away but I quickly gave chase. She compounded the situation by scrambling across a pool table in play then kicking at me when I came around the side. She followed up on that advantage with a series of punches that drove me over the back of a chair. Girls were screaming, squealing, and running all around us. She advanced around the chair so I bolted over the closest sofa. Now Vivian pursued. She launched a flying kick over the sofa. I folded under it and was a millisecond faster on the recovery. My punch hit her in the ribs and pushed her back. A flurry of blows rained down on me. I tried to drive her back but Vivian's technique was too close to perfect for me to beat through. Vivian switched up with a series of swift front kicks to buy some room, then started maneuvering again. "She's a righty," Valerie told me. That meant she was right-handed, thus she made most of her attacks and blocks from the right, covering the left instinctively. Since the right was not significantly stronger in most athletes, you could wear down an opponent by concentrating your attacks on the over-extended right, or so the theory went. Even then, it took two minutes to catch her calf with a kick and put her down. She rolled out of my attempted hold but ended up on her ass, back to a chair. "Five-minute break," I offered. Vivian blinked but took the hand I offered to help her stand up. "Drink," I motioned to the juice dispenser. She looked at me funny, then went to get one. "Be careful, Vivian; he's trying to get inside your head, convince you he's not such a bad guy," Dana counseled her female student. "No kind words for me?" I joked. "I already know you are a good guy, Zane. The only reason you cut Vivian some slack was that you would rather have her friendship than the win, which is far more dangerous to Vivian," Dana winked at me. I took a Grapefruit juice while Vivian drank some Gatorade, both with our backs to the sink. I caught her stealing some looks my way. "Next time I'll pin you," she told me while looking away. "We both have to be thinking that or we wouldn't be fighting," I responded. "The difference is that I am right," she said as we made eye to eye contact. "FFU doesn't teach you to be second best," I nodded, which brought a smile to her face. "Thirty seconds," Iona warned us. We picked spots ten feet apart and were ready when Dana gave the word. Since my previous strategy had relied on attrition, Vivian went for a quick, lightning series of attacks. She rebounded off sofas, tables, and chairs as she drove me about the room. At a crucial moment she drove her foot into my thigh above the knee and sent me sprawling into a crowd of observers. As Vivian closed in for the kill, I spilled a startled freshman into her. By the time she disentangled herself from my distraction, I was on my feet. Her glare told me she didn't approve of my move. We crashed together; she leveraged me over and threw me onto a sofa. We grappled and rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. Vivian rammed an elbow into my throat but I wedged a knee under her hips and propelled her over my head. "You've done a good job, Coach Gorman," Valerie lauded Dana on Vivian's performance. "She's either three or four on the team," Dana informed the group. "It is her or Evangeline fighting for third, with Cappadocia and Wilhelmina being second and first." "You have some weird damn names at this school," Valerie commented. "This from an outlaw biker chick with the handle of Valkyrie?" Dana teased. "Of course, I'm also still trying to figure out how a guy who is knocking boots with Barbie Lynn Masters is giving the time of day to Paige here." "Hey!" Paige squawked. "Zane thinks I am very good at sex, I'll have you know." "Trouble," Barbie Lynn moaned. Vivian had faked me out and put a foot into my stomach that sent me cartwheeling. Me, I'd have kicked me in the calves and thighs to weaken me up but Vivian went for a stomp to my diaphragm. I rolled away, then kicked out. This is where my greater reach came into play; Vivian couldn't fall back fast enough and I put my heel into her hip. I was up a hair before Vivian could make a counterstrike. I rolled her thrust under my arm, caught the limb and rolled the two of us onto the ground. She placed a hand underneath her and tried to shake free of me. I locked her arm, twisted, and leaned into her body. "Do you give?" I asked softly. I had her pinned and I doubted anyone here besides Dana could have escaped. "No," she hissed. I could sense people gathering around. "Time for another five-minute break?" I inquired a little louder. Vivian gave one last surge of resistance, then relaxed. "Fine," she grumbled, "five minutes." I rolled off and offered her a hand. Vivian ignored it, choosing to get on all fours, then stand. She was about to walk way when she turned and extended her hand to me. She shook and headed back to the closest bar. "Zane?" at least five different girls asked me at once. I wasn't sure why I'd let Vivian up either. "Dude, if you lose this, I am personally going to use my strap-on on your ass," Rio growled. "I'm going to go home and start researching the most painful applications of acupuncture possible," Paige enlightened us all. "I'll take care of your hurts," Barbie Lynn sympathized. "You are such a slut," growled Rio. "No," Opal interceded. "I think that Brandi, Barbie Lynn and I are going to be taking comfort with Zane when the rest of you bimbos have lost faith in him, leaving him lost and forlorn." "How many of you am I going to have to fight off?" Vivian sounded worried. It was beautiful music to my ears, not to be blamed for once. "There is me," Iona chirped, "and wait until Heaven shows up. Forty-eight hours without her Zane-fix and she's going to look forward to dismembering someone," she added with a pleasant sincerity. Vivian looked to me skeptically. "It is entirely my fault," I confessed with upraised hands, "I should learn to say 'no' from time to time. I keep leading these fine young ladies on." "Do you see why you need to win now?" Dana asked Vivian, who looked uncertain. "You are Zane's only hope of surviving the school year. You are a lifesaver." "Oh, okay; let's get back to it then," Vivian sighed. I rolled my shoulders and followed. The second Dana gave us the nod, we attacked one another. I had hoped to catch Vivian off-guard and clearly Vivian thought the same thing. In close, Vivian had the advantage. She got several blows into my right side and I never fully recovered. Vivian got a foot behind my left leg and tumbled me down as I grabbed her shirt. Her shirt tore, we rolled, first her on top, then me before we broke up. I jabbed, she tumbled back and regained her feet, I backed up and did the same. Vivian tossed her ruined shirt aside and readied herself. Maybe a half dozen people in the room followed the next exchange of blocks and blows, Vivian hammering away at my right while I clipped her left shoulder and stomach. I saw an opening, tried to flip her but she pulled me down and ended up on top. She cocked back her fist to strike with her right while pinning my shoulder with her left. I had a hand poised at her armpit and the other half-raised to block. Vivian realized she was about to clock me in the head hard; my block wouldn't be fast enough. Something passed between us at that moment. I hooked her under the arm, flipped us over, and landed on top. Vivian twisted her arms but I twisted my block into a wrist hold and pinned the other when she attempted to break the hold. For that second, I had her pressed to the ground, our breasts heaving from the exertion. "Okay," she said softly. I immediately let go of her wrists and got off of her in all haste. I offered to help her up and this time she took it without hesitation. We stood there, clasped hands held at her chest level, facing and studying the other's features. The cheering broke out the moment the freshmen student body realized the fight was finally over and that I had somehow come out on top. I tilted my head slightly because I really had to know why she let me win but I never got the words out. "I really don't know," Vivian whispered. My well-wishers pulled us apart and I was getting slapped on the back and kissed. I noted that Dana, Barbie Lynn, Valerie, and Mercy stood around Vivian. Valerie must have seen what really happened and wanted to know why. Mercy had probably been reminded of whose side she theoretically belonged to. Barbie Lynn would be Dorm Mother again, making Vivian her charge, and Dana was her instructor after, which explained everyone's presence. "So, can we have our own little celebration?" Paige requested, her pale eyes burning bright. "I have a church meeting in an hour," I frowned. Rio and Iona were in the room with us but were close to the screen entrance, giving Paige and I some space. "We could sneak something in," Paige winked hopefully. "You are many things to me, Paige, but you are not someone I want to leave after only a quickie," I looked down at Paige as I wrapped my arms around her. She pouted but clearly wasn't too angry with my decision. Outside her odd fascination with me, Paige was a clever, logical girl. "I believe Heaven is going to be all over you this evening," Paige sighed. "Friday is for your Aunt Jill and Saturday is the Block Party, so what are my chances for Thursday or Sunday?" "I was hoping to make Thursday night a sleep-over sort of thing and I'd like it if you were here," I asked. "I really don't want to commit my Sunday until I'm sure Heaven is okay. You have to admit she's had a really lousy week." "I don't have to admit anything, Zane, but I make allowances because you mean well," Paige smiled. "I chose to accept that your loyalty to Heaven is a mirror of the loyalty you show me." "It has nothing to do with bouncy, bouncy, bouncy?" I teased. "No," Paige wiggled tightly against me. "That would be an irrational decision based on memories of deep sexual pleasure and I'd never confess to that." I felt her place a gentle kiss on my chest. I answered with a kiss to the top of her head. "Now scoot," I commanded. "You are far too distracting and I do have to get going." Paige rubbed her body against me as she moved past to the entrance; Iona and Rio came my way as I got dressed. "I should have Mercy tied down, gagged, and blindfolded by the time you get back," Rio grinned. That was her way of asking my permission to use my room without actually asking. "I'll make sure Vivian is set up before you get back," Iona informed me with upbeat energy. "Iona, since I hate Mercy Chaplain, why don't you spend the weekend with me?" I asked. The implication was that Rio would be tearing Mercy up all weekend long. "I'd love to," Iona hugged me. "Sleep in his bed," Rio chuckled. "I plan to," Iona boasted. "Lose your virginity," Rio teased. "No," Iona gave Rio a raspberry. "Zane loves me the way I am." "Are we going to cuddle?" I smiled warmly down at her. "Damn Skippy!" she chirped. "I'll even sleep in the nude because I trust you so much." "Busted!" Rio laughed at me. I groaned, finished getting dressed, and made my own way out. Before I could make my escape from the main area, Vivian flagged me down. "Vivian, I'm going to, I started to say. She lifted up her phone in response. "Your schedule is online," Vivian pointed out. "What I was wondering was why you are still using the fifth floor showers when you have showers in the Solarium now?" "Wow, are you offering to shower with me?" I faux-gasped. "That didn't take you long." "No!!" Vivian glared with some exasperation. "I'm trying to limit your contact with naked women." No one within earshot was rude enough to laugh out loud. "I could say something like 'shower with me and I'll respect your virginity,' but I'll respect your virginity no matter what," I gazed upon Vivian. "I do formally request that you allow me to continue to shower on the fifth floor. I hope you don't disregard my request out of hand." Vivian levelly met my gaze, then nodded. "I'll think about it," she allowed. "Holy Smokes," Brandi whispered from nearby, "he's broken down the wall." Vivian flinched. "No," Opal whispered back, "but she's no longer ready to castrate him in the next fifteen seconds either." That observation made Vivian crack a glimmer of a grin. I took it as my cue to run for it. Rochelle Wellington and University depravity, sort of. Once they got over me 'borrowing' certain gear from some of the male committee rooms, the Festivities Committee fell in line with Rochelle Wellington's agenda. I sat back as normal while they hashed out how best to use the new imagery that I'd provided courtesy of the girls at FFU. At this, my second meeting, I chose to sit behind Sahara Penny, Pastor Bill's wife. I learned she was Lebanese Christian and she'd married William Penny when he was in the US Navy, before he became a priest. There were a ton of things left unsaid about her opinion of his ministry and I got the definite opinion that Bill had left his last post because everyone thought Sahara had an indiscretion with a young male parishioner. My guess was that if a young male parishioner was involved, the cheater was that bastard Bill. As an added insult, Sahara's name wasn't even Sahara; that was the name Bill had listed on their marriage certificate because he found her Lebanese name difficult to pronounce. Her minority background, coupled with her husband, the pastor, letting everyone think she was a cheating whore, made Sahara the pariah of this little community. Because I had absolutely nothing going on in my life, I had to avenge Sahara. Being dumber than a box of rocks certainly didn't hurt my determination. By the end of the session I had managed to accomplish four things. I'd helped Sahara feel better about herself and know she had a friend in me. If you have ever felt alone and isolated in the world you know how good that can feel. I had confused Mrs. Bainbridge as to my actual intentions; she thought I was cozying up to Sahara instead of Rochelle. The committee was mildly impressed that I had both shown back up and had appeared to bust my hump in contributing to their efforts at what their menfolk thought was a joke. Most importantly to me, I had gotten a few covert smiles from Rochelle Wellington for both my help to the other members and to my efforts with Sahara. As wife of the mayor, she wasn't supposed to make waves, which included things like befriending someone the men had designated to be on the 'Shunned' list. I was forgiven for my transgression because I clearly didn't give a fuck about what any of them cared. When the meeting broke up Kendra Bainbridge, Sahara, Rochelle and I were quickly the last ones left. I hovered close to Sahara as we made our way to the door. "Zane, you need to return this equipment to the proper room," Rochelle reminded me. "Sahara, why don't we walk to our cars together?" Kendra suggested sweetly. This was the most I had heard Kendra address Sahara in the short time I had known them. It was clearly also her attempt of a cock-block on Sahara and I, which was a fortunate misread on the situation between myself and the Pastor's wife. "That would be nice, Kendra," Sahara replied. She reached out and stroked my elbow. "Thank you, Zane," she added with a smile. Kendra departed, smug in her victory, leaving Rochelle and I alone. "I'll get this equipment put away and be right back," I told Rochelle. "Could you make sure all the new files are backed up to my account?" "Of course, Zane," she smiled warmly, and set to work. I raced to get things squared away and hurried back. She remained at the table completing her work, coat off, when I moved in behind her. "Are we still friends?" I asked softly as I leaned in next to her ear. "Of course," she turned her head so our gazes were only inches apart. I made to kiss her on the lips; she recoiled so I waited. I wasn't afraid I'd spooked her; she wanted passion and the sense of freedom that came for embracing a choice all her own. The fear drained away and she completed our encounter. She was tentative at first and I mostly let her take the lead for the first two minutes until she became more confident. When the time was right I turned her in the chair and pulled her up by each hand. My hands went to her neck while hers settled on my hips. "We have our boundaries?" Rochelle questioned me. "Absolutely," I confirmed. "Your neck," I kissed her neck, "ear," I kissed her ear, "and cheek are all on my side of the boundaries." I had gotten as far as fondling the breasts last time around but I had time to coax her that way and was in no hurry. "Where are your boundaries?" I inquired of Rochelle as I lowered my hands around her hips. "I definitely think we should keep the boundaries at the waistline," she suggested. "So you want my waistline, but was that up or down?" I smiled. "What?" she blushed. "Do you want to keep your hands above my waist, say to the stomach and chest, or you could go down below the belt?" I teased. "Just kidding," I let her off the hook. Instead, I moved my lips to her face and came to a stop there. "We shouldn't be doing this," Rochelle sighed. "Okay," I was disappointed, "but you will have to tell me to let go of you first." "That isn't fair," she moaned, as she pressed her body against me and rested her forehead on my shoulder. I doubted it helped her resistance when her stomach pressed against my highly aroused cock. "Zane," Rochelle choked out, "I've been a good wife for thirty years. I'm a pillar of the community and a loyal member of this congregation. What am I doing with a man younger than my youngest baby?" "Rochelle, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do, but I'm not going to lie about wanting you." "I don't think you are running away from your husband and family; I think they have moved on without you, despite all you've done to make them a part of your life. If you end up alone three or more times a week, give us a shot; if not, you are doing okay and should stay where you are," I advised. "I don't want to lose you," Rochelle worried. "You are not going to lose me, Rochelle. You are beautiful and that is not going to change; even if you are unattainable and I have to watch you from afar," I soothed her. She seemed to swell up with happiness in my arms. "That isn't fair one bit," she moaned. "Fine. I don't find you attractive; I am going to forget you the moment I walk out this door and I'll never look at you again," I taunted her. "Happy? You are off the hook." "Maybe if you were a better liar," Rochelle looked up at me smiling, "Remember that I am married to a politician." "Oh, then tell me if I'm lying: I want to pick you up, press you onto this table and make love to you until you scream with pleasure," I challenged. "What about our boundaries?" she panted. "I'm trying really, really hard to honor them but you aren't making it easy," I confided in her. Rochelle decided to change tacks. She backed away and leaned against the table, facing me, with her arms supporting her upper body as she reclined. "We shouldn't do this," she told me, but even as she shook her head, she smiled and bit her lower lip provocatively. I pursued her, Rochelle spreading her legs to allow my body to better press down on her. I kissed her fervently several times before she spoke. "Stop," she whispered. "I can't." I began working open the buttons on her blouse. Rochelle rolled her head back so that my lips and tongue played along her throat. "Ah, Zane, you should stop that," she exhaled as she gently held one hand to the back of my head as I kissed her breasts through her bra. "There are three hooks," she added as I started slipping her bra off. She pushed away from the table so I could slip her shirt and bra down. Since I had her off the table temporarily, I elected to unzip her skirt from the side and drop that and her slip to the carpet. She was looking horribly vulnerable being so nearly naked, down to white panties, thigh high white stockings, and black shoes. Sure, she was plump in the middle and her rich, swelling breasts sagged, but they were gorgeous to hold and behold. I more than evened the playing field, stripping completely naked. Rochelle moaned when she saw me exposed and she trembled with lust. I was sure she thought about running away or running at me, but she chose something in between. Rochelle reached forward and tenderly grabbed my cock in one hand. "Oh, my," she gasped. I moved closer, brushed her hair aside and put my hand to the back of her head. I brought her into yet another kiss, this one longer and more passionate than the rest. "I am going to move one step at a time," I told her softly, our faces barely an inch apart, "but I am going to take you tonight." Rochelle's first nod was timid, but they became very enthusiastic. I rested my hands on the lush flesh just below the hips and lifted her halfway onto the table. "I think I'm violating your boundaries," I grinned wickedly. First her eyes flared, she looked surprised, and finally she let her giggle turn into a laugh. She gave my cock a delicious twist. "I think we are way beyond that," she panted happily. I pressed into her, bobbing in for a kiss, withdrawing for her smile, and going in again. It took over a minute for Rochelle eventually to feel comfortable and self-assured enough to kiss me on the neck. I thrust my pelvis into her as a response. That appeared to be what it took for Rochelle's emotional dam to burst. She wrapped her stocking clad calves around each thigh and began kissing my shoulder and chest with hungry little pecks. "Zane," she panted as she yanked on my cock, "I haven't had sexual intercourse in twenty years." My first thought was 'Crap, someone else trying to squeeze my cock off,' but I realized that was unfair, plus she had delivered five children. "Rochelle, can I be crass and crude with you?" I said softly. That clearly wasn't what she expected to hear; still she consented. "Rochelle, I know it has been a long time since you've had sex, and it has probably been very vanilla. Have you ever had sex bent over a table?" I wondered. "No," she blushed. "I've only had sex on a bed, on my back. Isn't that normal?" "Um, okay. I'm going to fuck you, Rochelle; I am going to nail you, make you scream and cry and beat your fists in ecstasy," I threatened her. "How does that make you feel?" "I, she gulped, "that scares me but, nothing was said for several seconds. "Damn it," I hissed, "your body is tormenting me." Rochelle gasped and trembled once more. I dove into her left breast and bit down. She pulsed against me; then I started pressing her down on the table. Removing her panties was remarkably easy after that. I let my cock, still in her hand, rub against her slit. When her labia parted her fluids quickly coated the tip. I moved it up and down while we kissed, and I mean kissed. Rochelle kept stroking my cheek and hairline. I began pulling and teasing her nipples. A moment later I hooked her legs up until she instinctively wrapped around my waist. When I was rubbing my member along her cunt lips we kissed. When I feasted on her nipples she moaned like a slut and arched her back to entice me further. "Put it in me," she begged, overwhelmed with desire, "Put it in me now, please." "Whatever you want," I whispered in her ear. Using both our hands (I got the feeling she wasn't sure what she was doing) I wedged my cockhead in between her labia and pushed. Rochelle was snug, not tight, and certainly wasn't trying to tear the skin off my cock going in. For her part, my partner was going off beneath me chanting 'yes, yes, yes' and rubbing her body against mine. By the way she was sparking against me, I knew she was close to orgasm. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," Rochelle squirmed, "Oh, God! Yes!" she exulted beneath my body. She thrust rhythmically multiple times before gracefully resting against the wooden surface. "Oh, my God," she gasped. "I've never had an orgasm that intense before, or had it happen so fast." "That was all you, Elle," I grinned. "You have built up a great deal of sexual energy over the years and I had better be careful with you or you'll tear me up." "Oh, wait, that is a good thing, isn't it?" she asked from deep within her heaving bosom. "What did I tell you? The bodies of true women are dynamite and need to be handled with care. My main concern is that I can satisfy you," I confided in her. She had no initial words in response, instead relying on an intense stare. "Elle?" she panted. "No one has called me Elle since my father died." "Would you prefer I call you something else?" I replied. "No. It was a surprise, that's all," she told me. I pushed a little farther into Rochelle as she finished speaking. "Oh," she murmured. I let Rochelle's legs fall to the side as I gently coasted in and out of her. I gave her a few minutes of tender sex before pulling out and kneeling between her legs. "What?" she started to mumble before my lips settled onto her cunt and my tongue rolled through her folds. "Oh, wow," she moaned. Her clitoris was already evident so after a few generous strokes of the tongue, I tilted up and encased her clit in my lips and sucked. Rochelle bucked her hips in reaction and started up a deeply passionate groan. To add to life's injustices, I was sure no one had ever gone down on Rochelle's love box before. Despite having already cum once, Rochelle climaxed again inside five minutes. "Oh, God!" was her guttural gasp. Her body jerked, trembled, and stiffened before going still once more. I licked my way up her body, teasing both sides of her belly button, slobbering over her right breast, and ending up driving my tongue into a muscular dance with hers. Kappa Sigma "Umm, is that what I taste like?" she panted, with thankfully a good deal of pleasure. "Now you know one of the reasons I'll be coming back for more," I teased. "One; what is the other one?" she grinned wearily. "No, you don't," I responded with a kiss to her nose. "You don't get to have that kind of fantastic reaction to me then act like it was nothing." "Oh, don't say that," Rochelle scolded me, "I know I'm not very good." "Are you dumping me?" I asked. "No," she exclaimed anxiously, and clutched me with her hands on my upper arms and thighs pressing on my hips. "Why are you acting as if I didn't enjoy myself?" I questioned. "You climaxed twice and guys love that kind of thing. My only problem is that we can't keep giving you the screwing you so richly deserve. If we are missing much longer, they are going to send out search parties." Rochelle continued to hold me tight but had calmed down a lot. It did take me a moment to figure out that I needed to carry the conversation. "How soon can we get together again?" I asked softly, which was precisely what she wanted to hear. "Maybe we shouldn't," she hesitated, but from my experience she was playing with me. "I know I've pushed this, Elle, but you are worth every effort. I see a sensual, mature woman abandoned by some guy who clearly didn't appreciate her finer qualities," I pledged. "Zane, the risks are so great," she worried intently. "We could really suffer over this, affair." "Fine," I sat up, "I'll give you up for your sake but you have to promise to do one thing for me." "What is it?" she hesitantly inquired. "How many young women have been in your husband's office less than five years?" I opened with. "Two," she recalled somewhat confused. "The one with the most seniority; tomorrow I want you to go into her office and tell her you know about her liaisons with your husband, her boss, the Mayor," I advised her. "Don't act angry. Instead, act comfortable with the news and put her at ease. She'll be glad to confide in someone, trust me." "What if she hasn't had an affair and goes to my husband with this accusation?" Rochelle bit her lip in concern. "Rochelle, you have a seriously hot body and incredible sexual energy. Since your husband hasn't been neutered that I'm aware of, he's been getting sex somewhere else. I haven't heard of a thriving sex industry in town so for discretion's sake, he is having sex with women he has power over; namely, employees," I explained. "How did you come up with all of that?" she marveled. "Elle, there is nothing greater in all of God's Creation than women, body and soul. I notice things that most people miss and appreciate qualities most ignore," I enlightened her. "You have a smoking body but if you weren't such a wonderful woman, I wouldn't be here." "Ah, you make me feel ten years younger," she sighed before kissing me on the nipple and chest. "Crap," I bitched. "That means I only have two more encounters with you before you become jail bait." That assessment made her laugh joyously. "I've lost my mind and I don't know why," she breathed in a terribly sexy way, hardly upset at all. "We are leaving now," I declared, "Because you are so sexy right this instant, if I stay, I'm going to hammer you so hard we are going to break this table. I'm not sure how we can explain that." "Does the 'hammer me through the table' line work on younger women?" Rochelle teased. "Do you want me to go grab a younger woman and find out?" I zinged back. "No!" she insisted. "I am sure we are not exclusive but I'm sure I don't want to share you with anyone I don't have to. I think we should get together again but I'll have to contact you." "Use Felicity's phone and have her call Rio," I directed. "She'll get a message to me." "Are you going to, seduce Felicity too?" Rochelle inquired warily. "Nope, that has never been my intention," I answered. I wasn't sure how to explain to Rochelle that the real worry was Rio kidnapping Felicity for a Lost Weekend of Sapphic splendor. A discussion about homosexuality and my acceptance of it wasn't in the cards for tonight. "I want her and Lance to have a shot at happiness," Rochelle said. "I want Felicity to be happy as well," I evaded. If she noticed my failure to mention her youngest son, she was good enough not to press the matter. We kissed before we walked out the door and left; she went home and I headed home to have dinner with Jill. We had hot dogs and green beans; Jill had a hard three days at work and she wasn't a diligent cook to begin with. My Shirt is not my Friend Before heading back to campus I stopped by the Kappa Sigma House. I got some rather comfortable attention from the ladies, which was a bit bizarre when it was tag-team action from two sisters I'm pretty sure are lesbians. I stopped by to see Tawny for a minute to talk to her about the block party I might still have an invitation too. I ended up spending a few minutes of alone time with Leigh (okay, Paris is on her bed pretending to study but it isn't a tiny room). "I know you need to go home soon," Leigh lured me in with a sympathetic voice. I let her come into my arms and while I was aware she was about to shift me I was still taken aback by her enthusiasm. I landed back-first on her bed and she ended up straddling my crotch with her legs folded underneath her. "Let me help you with your shirt," she grinned evilly. I wasn't aware my shirt was in the way or that I wanted it off but what the hell. I started to unbutton my shirt but she slapped my hands away. Instead, she pulled my shirt out of my pants and yanked it up and up until the top was over my head. Once she had it over my face and my arms pinned, she stopped and snickered. "What the, oh, come on, Leigh," I complained. "You like to be tied up, admit it," she teased me. "Is your webcam on?" I countered. "If I say yes will you be even more turned on?" she wiggled on my aroused crotch. "Somebody says you will." Leigh scooted down my body, then placed her tongue on my nipple and blew a cool breath on it. The arousal was agony. Things didn't get better when she set her lips to the other nipple. "That's it, Zane," Leigh moaned, "so fucking big and hard." She was rubbing her breasts and stomach along my rod, making me wish we were naked once more. Leigh was taking sadistic joy in working my nipples over too. It was so good that I was momentarily confused when she took in both of my nipples at once (honest, I don't have man-boobs). I had a second tormentor. "Hey, Paris," I gasped. "Zane, you are so sweet. I am going have to make use of your trellis Friday night because I can't sleep right remembering how you tongued and cocked me over at the party," Paris sighed happily. "Here, let me help you breathe." Paris helped move my shirt from over my chin and lips, which did help me take a deep breath, but in the intake, a nipple and a bit of breast were inserted past my lips. Paris was a 34B but could easily fit a C, and dining on her firm and vibrant flesh was no hardship for me. I figured that I could take two women at one time; I'd done it before. The third presence was perturbing but now both my nipples were covered. It was when a slick cold substance was placed upon my belly that I started to protest. I had the knowledge that there were four women over me when a newcomer initiated some licks, rubbing her flat tongue over me from sternum to belly button. "Oh, wow," she said, it is Ricky Frasier, another sister. "You have to try this." "Sure," yet another god-damn sorority sister chimed in. "Let's cover his cock in it and see how that tastes." That's it! I'm changing my damn aftershave because clearly it is too fucking much for these girls. "Won't the honey get stuck in his pubic hair?" Jersey, my latest jailor, inquired. "No. Zane shaves down there," Leigh chortled. "It makes the blowjobs that much nicer." "Cool," Ricky giggled. "Let's get his pants down and judge how much better he tastes." Screw it; I'm getting Swat on speed-dial, some flash-bang grenades, and a stun gun so I can fight my way out of these situations. All being nice has gotten me is the classification of hors d'oeuvre. "Enough, sisters," Tawny's voice called out before they could get my pants unbuckled. "Zane is our friend; he needs to get back to his dorm before he's missed and I don't think the other chapters will look kindly upon us sampling the prize before the end of the semester awards him to us," she chastised the ladies. "Let him up and say good night." Thankfully, coming from Tawny made that a command and not a mere suggestion. I got a series of 'sorry, Zane' and 'goodnight, Zane' comments as they pulled my shirt down and let me stand up. Ricky waggled a squeeze jar of honey at me suggestively. "Ricky, don't you have a boyfriend?" I noted. "I won't tell him if you won't," she grinned. "Webcam," I thumbed over to Leigh's computer. "Why don't you give him a call right now and tell him you've been experimenting with some tricks for this weekend," I suggested as a way out. She ran up and hugged me, then put her lips to my ear. "We really should keep you here," she whispered. A simple 'thank you' would have sufficed. I managed to make it out of the house escorted by Tawny and trailed by Leigh. As I opened my car door and tried to get in, Leigh cuddled up to me, looking all sweet, honest, and innocent. "Zane, I want you to pound me this weekend like you are laying down posts on a hundred acre farm," she purred. Tawny rolled her eyes in exasperation, Leigh looked hopeful, and I was suddenly contemplating cock-reduction surgery. "I wish I could, Leigh, but Friday I'm embracing Tibetan Buddhism, shaving my head, and moving to Nepal to live a life of celibate monasticism," I informed her. "Zane," Leigh murmured hungrily, "I crawled up your trellis for a night of sex. I'm pretty sure I could scale a thousand foot cliff to rescue you from an unguarded cell if the price of failure was never having you fuck me again." "Your mistake was telling her your plans," Tawny laughed. "I kind of figured that out," I groaned in despair. "Good night, now," I added as I made my getaway. Not Sleeping Alone I had one task to deal with before I climbed the steps to my place. A few freshmen waved goodnight as they left my place and made for their own rooms before curfew. I sat on the floor and gave Brianna Kincaid, the Kappa Sigma at Colorado State, a call. "Zane?" Briana said in a soft disbelieving voice. "Have I caught you at dinner?" I inquired. "If so I'll call you back later." "Sure, yes, no, I mean I'm at dinner but I can talk," Briana worked out. "What's up?" "I hadn't heard from you and I wanted to make sure you were okay with what the other Kappa Sigma houses have been telling me. I wanted to make sure you were okay with developments. My deal was exclusively with you after all," I explained. "I, no, I'm not okay with it," she whispered painfully. "Fine. I'm withdrawing from this contest, Briana. We'll work something out on our own." I sounded a bit pissed off. "You would, wouldn't you?" she mused. "Of course. Don't think I'm being noble and all that, though; you have a dangerous body and a bedroom voice," I dodged. There was a long pause. "Don't do it," she whispered. "Briana, I have a real low opinion of people who abuse another's trust," I told her. "Honestly, Zane, I'm okay with this, now more than ever. Besides, I'm going to win so it doesn't matter," she sighed with pleasure. "I'll be fine if my sisters don't kill me in the next few minutes." "Threaten them with my awesomeness if things get rough," I joked. "I promise you everything will work out," Brianna laughed. "So now that you've made my day, what's next for Zane Braxton?" "I'm going upstairs and going to bed," I replied. "How many and anyone we know?" she chuckled softly, getting over her funk. "Is it impossible to believe that I'm seeking out a good night's sleep alone?" I faux-groaned. "There was this evil internet rumor that, Jarunee says hey," she was interrupted. "The rumor was, you turned down a chance to have a go with a girl." "Technically, I sobbed as I refused the offer," I explained. "I was too exhausted to actually speak." "Cool," she snickered then, "Wait, Adele says you have another video up." "Aren't you ladies eating dinner?" I questioned. "Yes; consider yourself dessert," she teased. I could make out a cluster of women close to the phone and could barely make out (groan) Leigh's and Paris's voices. Fantastic, I was getting bound down and molested on the World Wide Web. I'm such a lucky guy. "Well, umm, at least they didn't drag you out into the woods this time," Briana offered sympathetically. "You are going to let me tie you down and lick you from head to toe; right?" "I'm all yours," I assured Briana. "I also have to go now because I know of at least five ladies waiting on me so I'm still a ways from letting sleep take me." "Take care, Zane, and you rock; night," Briana signed off. I made my way to the door and punched in my code right before two freshmen girls came running down the stairs. "Hey" they grinned as they slipped past. I couldn't stop myself from scanning their retreating forms, which turned out to be somewhat lucky. No sooner had the girls disappeared into the elevator than Mercy appeared with Rio. Mercy was in the lead, dragging Rio behind her. Mind you, Rio was running full out to keep up but Mercy was taller and in better shape. I whistled for their attention. Mercy and Rio pulled up short. "Come here," I motioned to Mercy with a 'come-hither' finger. I was somewhat stunned that Mercy looked back to Rio for permission. Rio couldn't help a burning light coming to her eyes. She pressed Mercy up against the wall, pushed her arms out to the sides then took Mercy's head in her hands and kissed her deeply. "Very good, bitch, now go see what Zane wants," she teased Mercy's lips with her tongue. Mercy flushed a deep red, then came my way. "Mercy," I lectured quietly, "you need to remember that you are supposed to be Rio's guardian and pretend you are keeping her in line." "But what if she tells me to do something else?" Mercy whispered back. I leaned into Mercy until my lips touched her ear. "Now, don't nod," I breathed into her ear, making sure Rio couldn't hear. "If the answer to what I ask is 'yes,' touch my shoulder. Do you understand?" Mercy touched my shoulder. "Do you like Rio owning you?" Another touch affirmed Mercy's desire. "If you want her to stay, you are going to have to be the sane one. That means you are going to have to take extra punishment from her in order to save Rio from herself." She waited long enough for Rio to start getting fidgety before she touched my arm. "If she tosses you aside, I'll work extra hard to get you two back together, I promise. Now go take her upstairs before she explodes," I finished up. Mercy backed up and reached for Rio. Rio snorted, tossed her head with indifference, and allowed Mercy to lead her upstairs. At the top I saw some of my compatriots gathered around the first living area, centered around Dana Gorman. Dana was drinking a beer and in conversation with Valerie and Vivian. Iona and Paige were sitting close but clearly working on different subjects. Finally, I had Raven, Brandi, and Barbie Lynn watching some television. I was sort of curious where Opal was. "Alright, everyone," Vivian called out as she stood. "Everyone out; Zane is back and it is almost 10:00 o'clock." "Can I finish my beer?" Dana nodded my way. "Yes," Vivian and I spoke simultaneously. "Thank you, Vivian, but I believe we should all remember this is Zane's room until you put a ring on his finger," Gorman gave Vivian a snarky smile. "I'm not going to marry him," Vivian declared indignantly. "He's eighteen, childish, and a philanderer." "It is his ability to screw me to unconsciousness as well as willingness to engage in a bi-sexual three-way whenever I want that are his most appealing features to me," Paige stated clinically. "I love the taste and feel of his cum on my tongue," Brandi perked up. "Oh, MY, God!" Vivian turned and gawked at Brandi, who refused to wilt. "I didn't need to know any part of that." "I want to know," Rio giggled. "No, you don't," Mercy tugged on Rio's arm. "I'm taking you to bed now and make sure you behave." "Oh, poo," Rio grumbled, but her eyes were clearly burning with hunger for Mercy who was doing an admirable job of not melting on the spot. "You are going to have Rio sleep in Zane's room?" Vivian spun around and addressed Mercy. "Where is Zane going to sleep?" "I'll sleep between them," Mercy replied. She left hanging out there that I'd be sleeping with her. "That's my cue to go to bed," Barbie Lynn gave a sexy, lopsided leer my way. "No," Vivian sputtered, clearly losing control of the situation. "Coach," Vivian pleaded to Dana. "I'm going to give you some advice, Vivian, not as a faculty member of FFU but as a combatant," Dana spoke clearly. "What is your goal for Zane? Think about it." "I'm to make him live by FFU standards and morals. That includes getting to his classes and sports as well as keeping him chaste and respecting the Purity Pledge," Vivian outlined. Dana preempted the laughter with a sharp glare. "Zane has missed three classes because of the fight he got into defendingtwo of his fellow students and two due to legal complications ordered by the Administration," Dana informed her. "No one is in more sports than Zane. We've all seen him go to his sessions crippled too. How do you plan to improve on what he's already done?" "In this case, that part of the job should be easy," Vivian countered. "And there you are doomed," Dana sighed. "Zane does what he does easily because it is not in his nature to go against the grain. Every chance he gets, he does what we want. That doesn't make him weak, though." "To the contrary, when he sets his mind to something, he drives at it with all his force, and when we get in the way, he fights with a rare desperate intensity and cleverness that many women here have come to admire. Zane didn't defeat the Chancellor and me; Christina Buchanan did. The thing is, it was Zane who convinced Christina to fight." "If you want to beat Zane, you are going about it all wrong; stop the women around him, not him," Dana concluded. "If you try to rein him in, he will slip past you, and a hundred girls will help him get away with it." "What should I do, then?" Vivian was stymied. "You are a good Christian girl; you'll figure something out," Dana winked. I knew what Dana was getting at, and while I didn't believe it would work, it was one of the best bets. A good Christian woman might be able to make me a good Christian man; seeing how Vivian might make that work wouldn't be boring. "I'm heading down to the bathroom," I announced into the confusion. Rapidly, Barbie Lynn, Mercy, and Rio went down at well. "Vivian?" I invited her to join us. "No. I'm not afraid to use the readily available facilities here," she answered snidely. Down in the bathroom Rio finished quickly, then came up behind Mercy, who was still brushing her hair. Rio's hold on sanity slipped away and she grabbed each of Mercy's ass cheeks in her hands, jiggled them up and down and giggled maniacally. "Damn it, damn it, damn it," Rio went off. "I love this ass so much!" "How do you feel about that, Sugah?" Barbie Lynn teased Mercy. Mercy lowered her face until her long hair obscured her expression. Balancing carefully on her hips, Mercy pulled her skirt up to give Rio a better view. Rio looked to me on the verge of crying. "Best, Slut, Ever," she wept tears of madness. "Alright," I chided Rio. "Get your stuff together, both of you, and we can get to bed. At the moment I thought I had the situation restrained, Mercy turned around and started to push past Rio. Rio jumped onto Mercy and slammed their bodies onto the counter, making guttural animalistic noises as she bit and kissed Mercy's shoulders, neck and lips. I scooped Rio by the waist and yanked her away. "No!" she growled. "Mine, damn it, mine!" She didn't claw at my arms but she struggled valiantly to get away. Barbie Lynn stepped up, put Mercy back in some sort of presentable order, and we finally exited the bathroom. By the time we got back to the Solarium, Rio had calmed down (enough) and Vivian gave me only a careful glance. She did signal me for a second of my time so once I had Rio stashed away, I returned to her. "I am still thinking about letting you shower downstairs," she allowed, "but only at the proscribed times. Tell me one thing and please be honest: Do you shower alone?" "No. Usually I shower with about eight to ten other girls," I answered. Vivian studied me intently, looking to see if I was having a joke at her expense. She took a deep breath, looked at the carpet, and finally nodded. "Thank you for your honesty," she told me. "This is how our fight begins, then," I grinned. "I'm not fighting you, Zane," Vivian responded. "Yes, you are," I countered playfully. "You are testing my moral boundaries and looking for a weakness you can exploit to make me feel guilty for how I treat the girls here." "Do you feel bad about the way you treat the female student body?" she inquired. "Nope. I want them to feel happy, safe, and free to express themselves," I replied. "I admire your approach; it shows your inventive and truthful nature at its best." "I'm not going to sleep with you," she smiled. "Nice try." "I hope you don't hold it against me for trying," I shyly responded. "I admit, this afternoon I would definitely have held it against you, but tonight I'll let it slide," she allowed me. "Zane, what do you sleep in?" I assumed she didn't mean 'my bed'. "Nude; I sleep in the nude. What do you sleep in?" I bantered. "Panties and a Dallas Cowboys jersey," she gave me her first wicked grin. "Baby Powder blue, since I'm sure you are going to ask,&

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FreeBSD Journal Summer 2025 Edition, Java hiding in plain sight, BSDCan 2025 Trip report, Call for testing OpenBSD webcams, recent new features in OpenSSH, Improved 802.11g AP compatibility check, and more NOTES This episode of BSDNow is brought to you by Tarsnap (https://www.tarsnap.com/bsdnow) and the BSDNow Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/bsdnow) Headlines FreeBSD Journal April/May/June 2025 Edition (https://freebsdfoundation.org/our-work/journal/browser-based-edition/networking-3/) BSDCan 2025 Trip Report – Chuck Tuffli (https://freebsdfoundation.org/blog/bsdcan-2025-trip-report-chuck-tuffli/) News Roundup Call for testing: USB webcams (http://undeadly.org/cgi?action=article;sid=20250808083341) From Minecraft to Markets: Java Hiding in Plain Sight (https://freebsdfoundation.org/blog/from-minecraft-to-markets-java-hiding-in-plain-sight/) Recent new features in OpenSSH (http://undeadly.org/cgi?action=article;sid=20250802084523) NetBSD 11.0 release process underway (https://blog.netbsd.org/tnf/entry/netbsd_11_0_release_process) Interview: Nico Cartron Tarsnap This weeks episode of BSDNow was sponsored by our friends at Tarsnap, the only secure online backup you can trust your data to. Even paranoids need backups. Feedback/Questions Send questions, comments, show ideas/topics, or stories you want mentioned on the show to feedback@bsdnow.tv (mailto:feedback@bsdnow.tv) Join us and other BSD Fans in our BSD Now Telegram channel (https://t.me/bsdnow) Special Guest: Nico Cartron.

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Greg & Kyle set up a secret webcam to watch in on Brandon & Susan to make sure things go....well. But, unfortunately this is Brandon we're talking about so....

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