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What happens when you build a billion-dollar music empire, but lose yourself along the way? Music mogul Scooter Braun reveals the raw truth behind his mask. Scooter Braun is a renowned music executive, entrepreneur, and manager behind the careers of global stars like Justin Bieber, amongst many others. He is CEO of HYBE America and founder of SB Projects, a dynamic entertainment and media company. He discusses: The mask he wore as “Scooter” and the journey back to being Scott  Why he carries guilt for every young artist he managed How 20 years of running finally led him to confront his deepest fears Why he felt like a complete fraud even at the top and how he overcame it The reason why his divorce saved his life 00:00 Intro 02:46 What Drives You? 08:01 Your Dad 09:55 Your First Business 12:22 You're Very Good at Forming Relationships 14:31 What Did Everyone See in You at an Early Age? 16:06 People Trying to Stop Your Dreams 18:45 Signing Your First Acts 21:36 Discovering Justin Bieber 24:52 What's Your Relationship With Justin Bieber Now? 26:34 What Do Highly Successful Artists Have in Common? 28:09 Why Are There So Many Tragedies Around Famous People? 34:05 Did It Hurt Parting Ways With Justin Bieber? 34:30 The Artists You've Worked With 37:20 The Praise and Hate I Received Were Both Misunderstood 40:13 An Artist You Were Wrong About 44:47 Quitting Music Management 51:40 Ads 52:50 Selling Your Company for $1.1 Billion 54:53 How Pivotal Was the Incident With Taylor Swift? 57:56 Contending With an Unfair World 1:00:34 If I Had Seen You Then, What Would I Have Seen? 1:02:12 Your Divorce 1:07:27 Friends Being There for Me 1:11:32 Why My Marriage Fell Apart 1:22:23 The Work You Do on Yourself 1:26:12 The Power of Building Connections 1:27:48 Spotify Saving the Music Industry 1:31:38 What's Next for Scott? 1:33:56 What Is Steve Trying to Achieve? 1:39:30 What Should We Do if We're Always Chasing Something? 1:49:51 If You Could Do Anything Without Fear of Failure, What Would You Do? Follow Scooter:  Instagram - https://bit.ly/45Ihx8k  Twitter - https://bit.ly/3SZHKYJ  Facebook - https://bit.ly/43JalX2 The Diary Of A CEO Conversation Cards (Second Edition): https://g2ul0.app.link/f31dsUttKKb  Get email updates: https://bit.ly/diary-of-a-ceo-yt  Follow Steven: https://g2ul0.app.link/gnGqL4IsKKb Sponsors: Linkedin Ads - https://www.linkedin.com/DIARY Stan Store - Visit https://link.stan.store/joinstanchallenge to join the challenge! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Author Matthew J. Wolak joins Wayne Shepherd to share his story of difficulty connecting with his Dad and subsequent restoration.  (click for more)   Matthew J. Wolak is a faith-based speaker and author of the book Loving Your Father Even Though He…A GUIDE FOR MEN: Acknowledge, Prepare for & Discuss Your Father Wounds with Your Dad. Matthew is married to his wife Stacy and they live in Southeastern Wisconsin.Learn more about Matthew and his story in his new book at: www.matthewjwolak.com                                     NEXT WEEK:  Cheryl Steele TinsleySend your support for FIRST PERSON to the Far East Broadcasting Company:FEBC National Processing Center Far East Broadcasting CompanyP.O. Box 6020 Albert Lea, MN 56007Please mention FIRST PERSON when you give. Thank you!

During her father Frank's passing, Amber Kasic, a a former educator turned Evidential Medium and End-of-Life Coach, experienced a profound shared death experience that changed her life forever. Now, with Frank as a guiding presence from beyond, Amber offers powerful insights on grief, soul contracts, discovering our true selves, and the heartfelt message her father has for the world. Don't miss this conversation— Amber's story will challenge what you thought you knew about life, death, and the infinite reality that connects us all.

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Boo! I dunno, man, here's an episode for you: it's got stepfathers and vampires and the back half of Goosebumps and honestly most of it's pretty good! Then we come to 2025's Wolf Man, and, well... there's certainly stuff to talk about! Crash your U-Haul with us as we discuss pacing tricks, fucked up wolf vision, and YOUR DAD.

Bible Reading: Psalm 101:1-8Callie sat on her bed, so engrossed in her new library book that she didn't even notice her mom enter the room. When Mom sat down next to her, Callie jumped and shoved the book under her, hoping her mom hadn't seen the title.Mom frowned. "You doing okay? I was just wondering why you were so quiet up here." She peered around Callie. "What were you reading?"Callie shot her a thin smile. "Oh, nothing. Just a book I got at the library." She blinked, trying to clear her flustered brain. "So, did Dad finish working on the car?" Mom folded her arms, studying her. "No, he's still trying to figure it out. The check engine light keeps flashing." Callie nodded. "Wow. I hope the car's okay!" "I'm sure it will be fine," said Mom. "Your Dad always takes the car's warning lights very seriously, so I'm sure he'll be able to fix the problem before it causes too much damage." She cleared her throat and scooted closer to her daughter. "Callie, you're twelve, and you're getting to the age when you'll be making some important decisions." Callie swallowed and nodded. "I'm not going to make you show me the book you're hiding. I don't know what it has in it that makes you feel the need to hide it. All I'm going to say is that your conscience is telling you something without me having to say a word." Callie studied her fingernails, and Mom sighed. "The embarrassment I see on your face is a God-given warning light, Callie. It's telling you that something in that book doesn't line up with who you are as a follower of Jesus. Because He has freed you from sin, it doesn't belong in your life anymore. When you're tempted to focus on sinful things, the Holy Spirit uses your conscience to warn you. If you listen to His warning, it can prevent major problems down the road."Callie squirmed. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew Mom was right. She pulled out the book. "I guess I'll need a ride to the library so I can return this." As the weight of the book lifted from her conscience, she smiled. "Let's go see how Dad's coming along on the car!" –Rebekah DorrisHow About You?Has a twinge of embarrassment or unease ever made you want to hide what you were doing? God has given each of us a conscience to warn us when we're stepping into danger. When it tells you that what you're doing isn't right, stop immediately! Listen to God's warning and trust Him to help you resist temptation.Today's Key Verse:Whatever is not from faith is sin. (NKJV) (Romans 14:23)Today's Key Thought:Listen to God's warnings

Emptiness.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. I was a bit of a loss what to do as our sexual congress had gone in a totally different direction from what I had foreseen. Brandy seemed physically happy with the outcome yet her mind was conflicted. She slowly slipped to my right side before propping herself up. She didn't look at me. Her vision was locked onto her scattered articles of clothing.Dressing meant us heading back to my place then her having to confront Darius with all that had happened to her; and she'd liked being with me. She felt Darius was going to pierce any fable she created so leaving equated to pain and degradation for her. I believed Darius would punish her for his lousy planning. It was ludicrous to believe Brandy could entrap me.That might have been sadistic back-up plan. He could get one up on me, or blame Brandy for failing at the task he shoved upon her. Darius would beat her up over the failure. Brandy was so infatuated with him, she would willingly accept the fault was hers. His cruelty didn't excuse her stupidity, not in my mind. Still, I reached out and ran my fingers from mid-thigh to her underarm. That tickled so she turned to me and smiled.It was the first genuine sign of affection she'd ever shown me. I kept repeating the motion even after she put her head back on my chest. Brandy followed up her happy murmuring by stroking my cock. That turned into a hand-job. My pleasurable moans led to a blowjob and that graduated to a sixty-nine. I worked over her clit with my lips as I worked my fingers inside her vagina and ass hole.I was positive she'd had some intense anal sex this morning with Darius. Mom's forced enema hadn't helped her sphincter relax much at all. I fit two fingers inside her anus with little effort and, by her reaction, causing her nothing but sexual satisfaction. I admit I got carried away, altering between vaginal/anal intrusions, spanking her ass and unleashing my vitriol.I reminded her she'd treated me like filth beneath her heel, tried to have Darius bust me up, and he had failed, and I knew Darius had sent her to me today. He'd failed again, so had she and because of that I was going to own her ass multiple times before I let her go home. All of that blame and passion excited Brandy to a razor's edge.She was choking down my semen in no time. While she was nursing my cock (we were still '69'ing) back to health, I tore another climax from her. She was wearily working toward my third round when I enforced a bathroom and food break. I let this play out in the reverse of my experience, Mom and Dad.I followed Brandy around, hugging her from behind when she slowed down, or stopped. Initially she didn't know what to make of my snuggling affection though she quickly decided she liked it. She'd often lean back into my embrace. She also decided to open up a little bit. We were eating some Pimento Cheese sandwiches which she made while I poured us two tall glasses of lemonade.‘I like it when you spank my ass,' she mumbled around a mouthful of food. She wasn't being rude. She was giving herself an 'out' if I found her request annoying, or a cause for derision, a misunderstanding of what she'd said. I arched one eyebrow, stepped to her side, cupped her buttocks then gave the left one a sharp smack.‘I like that too,' I nodded hungrily. ‘You were right,' I added. She looked at me with curiosity. ‘You do give a good blowjob. I really liked it.' I didn't really know how to rate her. She was the second girl to ever give me fellatio, but the experience had been good for me. My simple praise put a spark back in her self-confidence.‘I told you I was,' she grinned triumphantly. I stepped up and gave her right buttock a quick slap.‘Don't forget I'm still angry with you,' I met her sultry gaze. A sexy side of her I'd never seen before shone forth. She was mixing fun and intercourse in a way new to her and she was finding the combination enjoyable.Without a doubt, Darius had played mind games with Brandy. My games were on a more direct level. I was still sure she was going to return to being Darius' fuck-slave and for the first time I felt sorry about that.‘What are you thinking about?' Brandy snuggled into me.‘I'm curious why you are still here,' I countered. That put her back into our ugly reality. She should be pushing me to take her back home, but she wasn't. ‘Let's go back to bed.' My offer evaporated her indecision. She took my hand and returned us to the bedroom. I spanked her exquisite ass a few more times on the way.Brandy made it clear what she wanted next. She crawled up to the head of the bed, put one pillow under her breast and a second one beneath her head all the while wiggling her ass in my direction. Lube; in the bedside table. I almost discounted it. Brandy was fairly loose. I still decided to err on the side of caution. I lubed up while she buried her face into a pillow in anticipation of what was to come.My trepidations were justified. Brandy's ass was an overly used tunnel. A few strokes verified that Brandy was only marginally enjoying the event all that much either. Diligence proved to be the most important Word of the Day. A dozen strokes in, Brandy gave a pleased grunt. I decided to alternate five slow, easy strokes followed by three rapid, hard and deep ones.That was the correct choice. Brandy began huffing and panting, thrusting back and giving her ass a clever twisting motion that increased the stimulation for us both. She knew what she was doing while I was a complete novice. I took her instruction and suggestions well, leading up to a thunderous orgasm on her part.Recalling her earlier request for post-climactic care, I took my penetrations nice and slow while she built back up her stamina. I couldn't explain it. Her anal passage was becoming just as snug as her vagina was, a perfect fit for my cock. The movement of my glans upon her back passage was driving her nuts.A few minutes of compassionate union saw Brandy forcing herself onto all fours. The look she gave me over her shoulder expressed an unspoken desire for my assistance. I took a stab at what she wanted by wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back up to my chest. My guess was almost what she intended. Brandy moved my hands to her breasts.Our height difference kept my kisses to the top of her head. I compensated by mauling her breasts, twirling her nipples and keeping up a rigorous breast play. She loved it. Brandy rocked back on my rod repeatedly, raising up then impaling herself with a downward push. I became absorbed in the sexual moment, losing track of whether this was one more orgasm for Brandy, or two.All I did know was when I finally came for the third time in this marathon coitus session, Brandy screamed like a banshee, shook as if she was having a seizure and then passed out. I couldn't immediately rouse her, so I quick-stepped (on my wobbly legs) to the bathroom, wetted a washcloth and rushed back to her side.I rubbed the cool cloth over her neck and cheeks until she revived. The collision of emotions in her eyes imparted a look I didn't then understand and would never forget. It was starting to get dark, so I recommended a shower before heading back. Brandy's silent depression wasn't something I could understand.She did hug me tight all the way home and made no protest when I snuck an arm around her waist as we went inside. We ran across Anita Turner, the downstairs maid, first.‘Ms. Carson, you need to call your Father,' she informed Brandy. She exhaled deeply, looked to me so I gave her my phone. Big Bob wanted confirmation that she was where she claimed to be.‘Yes Sir,' I stated. ‘We messed around the house for a bit, we have some swords, bows and stuff here; then we went out to the hunting lodge to make sure that it was habitable. You know, in case you, my Dad and my brothers want to go hunting when Deer Season comes around,' I bent the truth.That soothed Brandy's Dad though he did insist Brandy come straight home. She let him know her phone was kaput. I promised to give her a spare my Mom had. As I gave Brandy the phone, I reminded her that her father might check her phone log so she shouldn't make any other calls. I neglected to teach her how to clear that log, I was still fucking with Darius.Mom was sitting on the front porch swing as we stepped out the front door. I was planning on walking her to car because that felt like something a guy should do.‘I told you not to fuck any of my Sons,' Mom taunted Brandy. Her voice shocked us.‘I; ah,' Brandy stammered.‘Mom, is this really the time?' I intervened.‘Yes it is Vlad,' Mom informed me kindly. To Brandy she was less kind, ‘You stupid, insipid tramp. Do you regret doing my boy yet?'‘No,' Brandy protested.‘You will,' Mom chuckled. ‘You will.' I had no idea what she was talking about. Brandy flashed me a concerned look. My face held no answers so we headed to her car in silence. I gave her one unexpected kiss on the lips. She responded with a ravenous French kiss. I remained standing, a prisoner of my uncertainty, as she drove away.‘Mom?' I asked when I got back to the porch. ‘What are you talking about Brandy 'regretting sleeping with me'?'‘Vlad, you are a big boy,' Mom began. ‘You know I like sex, right?' I nodded. ‘Your Dad is the best fuck I've ever had, period, end of statement.'‘It is not just him either,' Mom chortled. ‘All of us Samsonov husband and brides feel that way about our mates. Despite my experience and willpower, I couldn't get away. The first time we had sex, your Dad and I, I knew it was the best cock I'd ever had and ever would have.'‘Gee; thanks, but no thanks for that crumb of information,' I grimaced.‘Vlad, you know I like to get my way in all things,' she made sure she had my attention. ‘I told you one month after that night with your father, I came back to him and have never been with anyone else. That's because after your Dad, all other sex was boring and pointless. I couldn't have an orgasm without your Father's help. It is like that with all the Samsonov's, men and women.'‘That's your Secret Weapon?' I scoffed. ‘Magic Dicks?' Mom laughed at me.‘You'll see. Wait until Wednesday, Thursday at the latest. Brandy's not all that strong-willed. She'll be begging you for a second round. I have no doubt,' Mom smiled knowingly. Why my Mom had finally wander off to fantasy land was my source of worry for the rest of the weekend.The further adventures of the Samsonov boys in Black Racist Tyranny.RetributionSunday was a family outing to Big Bob's for Sunday football. This time, seven other Sheriff's Deputies (with their families) were there as well. Even the scumbag Deputy who had face-fucked Brandy Friday night was there with his wife and three year old daughter. He had this big ole shit-eating grin on his face when his eyes lit on Big Bob's pride and joy.It didn't take Clarence Peterson, that was the mother-fucker's name, long to corner Brandy in a bathroom. The hunters, not realizing they were the hunted, was a running epidemic in this burgh. I made triple sure I didn't fall into any sort of complacency.‘Hey Brandy,' he sneered at my 'supposed girlfriend' as she tried to stand up from the toilet seat. ‘I need a little relief.'‘I don't think; ‘ she mumbled.‘Bitch, I'm not asking you to think,' he grabbed her hair. ‘I want you; ‘‘What?' I stepped into the room, closing the door behind us. ‘Dummy, you want what?'‘If you know what is good for you, you will walk the fuck out of here,' he challenged me.‘Good idea,' I snorted. ‘Why don't I go out to the party, trick that pretty wife of yours into a dark room and face-fuck her? How does that sound, nigger?' Yes, I was a White boy calling a Black cop 'nigger'. I had chosen my culturally bankrupt words carefully with the intent to incite.He stormed my way ready to put me in my place. He was equipped with law enforcement level basic hand-to-hand training. I'd been play-fighting that for half my life. I couldn't openly bruise him. An arm bar fit the bill for keeping in place while I landed punch after punch into his crotch until he was halfway to his knees and crying for his Mamma.‘Now before you decide to turn this misunderstanding into an incident,' I whispered my threat into his ear. ‘You might want to consider Big Bob's new security system and how one of my Brothers is getting a record of what you just pulled (a lie).'‘You came into another man's house and tried to rape his womenfolk,' I cautioned him. ‘How would you like it if someone treated your wife that way?' I could see the complete lack of empathy on his part.‘From here on out, you don't touch Brandy,' I continued.‘As far as I'm concerned, the way you treat any woman is your permission slip to do the same thing to your wife. We might even make you watch, you cock-less piece of shit. Keep it sheathed around anyone but your wife. Got it?'‘Fuck off you bastard,' he spat. Thank the Almighty for that BBC arrogance.I twisted his trapped arm up then planted two steel toed boot kicks into his already tenderized scrotum. He almost passed out from the pain.‘Vlad?' Brandy worried.‘It is okay Brandy,' I smiled at her. ‘Go out and stand by your Daddy. I'll be with you soon enough.'Out she went, leaving me with the asshat.‘Boy,' he hissed through his agony. ‘You are going to get; ‘‘Cool enough,' I shrugged. I leveraged him over to the toilet and shoved his face into the commode. Had he not interrupted Brandy, she would have had time to flush.I let him thrash about a good deal before bringing his face out of the water. He immediately got combative so back in he went. It took four trips to the fetid pool for him to realize he was on the wrong end of police brutality.‘Just so we are clear, Clarence,' I lectured him.‘All I want is some respect and fair treatment. You've crossed Big Bob, my Dad and now me,' I reminded him. ‘In my opinion we've almost balanced accounts. Act like a married man and like someone who swore an oath to serve and protect, everyone. You cross the line again, you can bet we Samsonovs will find out about it.'‘We will assume the incident is you serving notice that you've vacated the human race and you will be dealt with like the piece of trash you've become. We are not the fucking KKK, Butt-Monkey. I don't think any man is less than me until he proves it. You have a family, your cock stays at home. You have a daughter. Do you want her growing up happy only to get cornered in a bathroom by some asshole who thinks he has the right to violate her?'I let him go and stood back.‘We are done unless you fuck up again. Make an issue of this and I'll make sure your wife is gobbling Big Bob's cock before Thanksgiving. Clean yourself up and enjoy the party, Clarence,' I sneered. I left him there, kneeling on the floor before the porcelain altar.He had hate in his eyes; and he was scared too. Having broken both the law and the covenant of marriage, he'd painted himself into a corner. Things were going according to plan. Kick the BBCs in their masculinity. How we would defeat the sexual addiction angle was still a mystery to me.I was looking for both Brandy and Clarence's wife. Mom had gotten to the latter first and was already insinuating herself into the woman's confidence. She was a born con artist. I found Brandy alone by the pool, rather shaken up. She gave a slight jolt when I wrapped my arms around her from behind.‘Oh, it is you,' she sighed with relief.‘You are my girlfriend, Brandy. You don't need to be afraid of me,' I soothed her. 'That's right Brandy' was the message. 'You can have a boyfriend who fucks you silly yet doesn't treat you like crap and scares you.' Darius didn't have to be an abusive bastard. He chose to be.He choose to make Brandy the pawn in his rage against Whites in general and Sheriff Carson in particular. 'Black Rage'? That was an excuse for lashing out at the weak, defenseless, innocent and uninformed. Worse, it was insulting, to Blacks. Why would Black people be less emotionally mature than any other human beings? Just saying the phrase made me feel racist.By that reasoning, any person of any race could be excused for going nuts because their lives had been harsh enough. Funny; if a White man had spontaneous rage issues he would be committed to a mental health facility, or sent to prison, and then forced to take medicine and submit to therapy.Child abuse, torment, broken homes, poverty, drug abuse and persecution were all excuses used by serial killers too. I preferred to see Black people as people and accountable to that standard of civility I held myself to. In the same manner, they were worthy of all the respect I showed my Father as long as they didn't prove otherwise. The only person I could stop from being racist was me. The rest had to be held to their own standards, period, end of statement.‘Thanks Vlad,' she pushed into me.‘You know,' I rested my jaw on the top of her head. ‘Standing by the pool reminds me that I've never seen you in a bikini.' She gave me a weak elbow to the ribs.‘You've seen me naked,' she teased me. She twisted enough so she could look up at my face. ‘Have you forgotten that already?'‘Not likely,' I bent my body so that I could kiss the tip of her nose. That caught her off guard yet she quickly rewarded me with an ass wiggle. ‘I take that back,' I looked away. ‘I've completely forgotten about it. Maybe you could show me what I've been missing sometime soon.' I got another ass wiggle.‘You are impossible,' she remarked loudly.In unison we looked toward the grill in time to see Big Bob sending a satisfied smile our way.‘Parents,' I protested to her softly. ‘Can't I just hold you without your Daddy making a big deal about it?' I had to head off her anger with her Dad from poisoning the gains I'd been making.‘Oh God, yes,' she sighed. There was a long break in the conversation.‘Are you going to give me trouble about still seeing Darius?' she questioned me.‘I'm not going to lie to you. I'm not happy about it,' I hugged her tighter. ‘But, I'm a man of my word and I said I wouldn't stand in your way. Don't ask me not to hate him.'‘Why would you hate him?' Brandy prodded me. I knew what she wanted.‘I'm going to dislike any man who touches you, Brandy,' I nuzzled her hair. ‘White, Black, Yellow, Brown, Green, or Purple, I don't care. I know I can make you happier than Darius can. I'm man enough to trust you to figure that out on your own.' Another long pause.Big Bob was calling everyone over for their grilled meat of choice.‘What if he won't let me go?' she posed.‘Then I'll kick his ass and beat the crap out of every goon he puts between us,' I pledged. Brandy wanted a brutal competition as confirmation of her perceived self-worth.I took that sense of victory into Monday morning. I felt confident. I also had boarded up the proverbial windows and evacuated the low-lying areas because a hurricane was coming my way. There was no more confusion on Darius' part. I was the enemy he had to crush no matter what. My family would have to go down as well.It wasn't the smart move, but it was really his only move because calling for a truce wasn't in him. A real man would have looked at the possible costs versus the intended gains. Instead, a mad delusion gripped the opposition, Darius didn't give a damn about any of his supporters. His BBC culture encouraged him to think of every woman as a token to be taken from any man.It was insane for anyone to think they were safe from that toxin. What possible loyalties could have sprung from encouraging such insidious selfishness? It wasn't IF you would fuck a certain girl; it was when. Was a girl with a guy? She wouldn't always be under his protection and then it was BBC time. Would the guy get pissed his girl was being boinked?So? Girls were walking, talking sex orifices and that guy had just proved the girl who you thought was yours was really nothing but another cock-hungry slut. Very few women were truly respected anymore and those who thought they were safe had their heads hopelessly lost in the clouds. Wouldn't color save them? Why?The community had already given Black men a pass on predatory behavior toward Whites, forgetting they were people too. Exercising their BBCs gave them all the White cunt, lips and ass they could want. 'Want' being the key word. Black girls were just as sexually enticing as White girls. The boys were already skilled at violating their victims, willing, or unwilling.The same lies the BBCs told White girls work on Black girls too, because the truth they are nothing but hash-marks was too bitter a pill to swallow. Given his looks, natural talent and the thoughtless adoration of his community, Darius' blinding egotism was a given. The rest of the parasitical crowd had vested too much in their favored Son to restrain him now.That attitude greatly simplified the Samsonov stratagem to under-cut his latest efforts before they even got off the ground. He had racked up four more blackmail victims Friday night. Mom was taking that leverage away once school was in session by taking the evidence to the parents of the students in question. Painful? Yes.It was cauterizing the damage before Darius' crowd could turn it into a long festering wound. Our position was aided by the fact we didn't require the White families to do anything except to bring their kids into the loop. No active resistance was required, yet. All that was still coming. For me, it was another day in homeroom, talking with Kaelyne about her weekend.‘Hey Vlad,' Brandy's greeting had a bit more 'oomph' this morning. Taliyah was in her normal, tag-along spot with that accustomed slight smirk on her face. She was behind the times.‘Hey yourself, Brandy,' I smiled my girlfriend's way. ‘You look really nice today.' Brandy had been a bit unsure about the state of our détente. Taliyah and Kaelyne were floored by my propriety.‘Thanks, Vlad,' Brandy gave me a sultry twirl of her skirt before she sat down. She twisted to say something else, but my attention had already refocused on Kaelyne. I wasn't going to surrender my friendship with Kaelyne for Brandy.‘What where you saying about that female Peshmerga fighting against ISIS?' I picked up our conversation.Yep, petite Kaelyne was a gun-nut with a secret ambition to fight the patriarchal rapists of Mother Earth. She was enchanted by my tales of the Alaskan Wilderness and I found her; well, kinda neat. Kaelyne kept stammering her response while looking over my shoulder at Brandy. I followed that path back.‘Brandy, is there a problem?' I regarded her somewhat coldly.‘I wanted to talk to you about the Basketball team,' she kept shooting intimidation Kaelyne's way. The basketball angle was to remind Kaelyne I was a jock. Cheerleaders and jocks ran in the same social circles. Jocks and geeks didn't.The local twist on that quaint social custom was all the other athlete/jocks were Black, except for the token, 'Mamma paid my way onto the team' White boy; and now the Samsonov triplets. We three had no illusions about being welcomed by the Black athletic establishment. No matter what Brandy chose to believe, cheerleaders of both races were little more than easily accessible fuck-toys.My brothers had already razzed me about putting my cock into Brandy. None of us wanted anything to do with the rest of the cheerleader corps, though Mom insisted we consider the opportunity if it arose. That and give them the disinfectant treatment before penetrating any of their whore holes, and, due to the BBC preference to deep-throat and tea-bag their bitches, that included French kissing.‘I'll catch up with you at lunch,' I suggested. We knew that was Darius-time. There was nothing like creating a scheduling conflict with the onset of the new week and our new relationship.‘The Squad (cheerleading squad) has a practice meeting at lunch,' Brandy reminded me; that she and the girls were required as cock-sluts during lunch.‘How about we meet up at the end of lunch then?' I offered.‘Okay,' she turned her somewhat brittle smile to me. ‘As co-Captain of the Cheer Squad, I need to coordinate activities with all the athletic teams.' We had three school teams: football, basketball, and Track and Field. The third group didn't get Brandy's support.‘He's not likely to be selected team captain,' Taliyah pointed out. That was unfair. Very likely true, but still bigoted and biased.‘I'm hoping it will be Kaja,' I responded. ‘She's a hell of threat plus she'd got a good head for the game.'‘She's a girl,' all three girls around me spouted. Ms. Alice Thomas, our homeroom teacher, called things to order. We got the regular announcements out of the way and one 'gem'. The School Board had hired a new 'interim' Principal. He was, surprise, surprise, Black (I was actually wrong about that, more later). This time, he was a Canadian Black man.The morning was much the same as last week; more sneak attacks, slights and racial slurs. My brothers and I knew how the teachers would treat us. We had broken them down into three groups: the Racists (yeah, I know, Black People Can't be racists), the Cock-suckers (their BBC masters were pissed with us, so those teachers were pissed with us), and the Doomed (victims of blackmail forced to torment us).The Doomed were the nicest. Their heart wasn't in their efforts to annoy us. All they did was make the minimally required dubious efforts to single us out for maltreatment. The first two groups came at us with some real hatred. Those 'educators' were openly disdainful. We didn't mind. Samsonovs respected authority until it stopped being fair and impartial.On the way to lunch, Mikhail and I began our school counter-offensive. As two punks tailed him into a security camera blind spot, I cut off the lights so they could be highlighted by external illumination. Then the beat down began. We grappled them with one hand and landed body-blow after body-blow with the other. We'd split up and slipped back into the school crowd before anyone was the wiser.‘Vlad?' Taliyah yanked on my arm in the hall during the 5th/6th period break. When I turned around, ‘Vlad.' She came close to me and pulled me into a door sill. ‘Vlad; umm; why don't you go by the infirmary?'‘What? Please don't think I like, or trust you, Taliyah. I see how you look at Brandy and that ain't love,' I chided the Black cheerleader.‘I don't like you either, Vlad,' she glared, ‘but; Brandy; she pisses me off at times, but we've been close since seventh grade and; go see for yourself.' With that, she took off. To go, or not to go; that was the dilemma. Taliyah's actions were unusual and out of character for the player she thought she was. I went with the bizarre and the belief that even bad people can be humane.I found Brandy on the nurse's couch looking pretty damn miserable. She'd been crying and appeared distraught. The nurse was sitting in the corner, talking amiably on her cell phone.‘Brandy?'‘What are you doing here?' the nurse, Tasha Cooke, tried to block me.Had she been paying attention to her sole patient she might have been effective at that.‘Brandy, I'm just stopping by to say 'hey',' I said as I hovered in front of her.‘Vlad,' she sniffled. ‘Nothing is wrong.' Clear lie. ‘I'll be okay.'‘Now would you get out, boy?' Nurse Cooke grabbed my left bicep.‘I'm her boyfriend,' I shot a furious look Cooke's way. ‘I'm going to call her Father and see what he says about Brandy and your treatment of her.'‘Vlad, don't,' Brandy grabbed my hand that was reaching for my phone.‘Boyfriend,' Nurse Cooke snidely muttered under her breath.‘That's right,' my voice took on a tiger's rumble. ‘I'm the one here when she is in distress, not some cock-sucking loser who things he owns her.' Our eyes clashed. ‘Make sure you tell Darius I said that too,' I taunted her.‘White boy, you don't know what's going on,' Tasha taunted right back.‘Tasha Cooke, older sister of Nefrititi Cooke who was recently fired by my Mom for being niggardly,' I fiercely grinned. ‘Mother of three. Never married. It was relayed to me you are more of a bitch than your sister, so no man wants to hang around after he's done his business. What exactly don't I understand, Ms. Cooke?' I wasn't calling her a 'bitch'.That would have been bad. No, I was staying I had heard someone called her a 'bitch' and was relaying that information.‘Ah,' she stuttered. ‘Have you been stalking me?'‘Nope,' I shook my head. ‘The 4-1-1 on you wasn't even difficult to obtain.‘Now give us some space before I start to think you don't like me,' I added. She didn't like me. I didn't care. I wanted to talk to Brandy without this cunt standing over my shoulder. Tasha backed off, then mumbled something about going out for a smoke. With her gone, I hugged Brandy and kissed her on the top of her blonde head.‘I have to get to class,' I told her. I kissed the top of her head again which resulted in Brandy pressing her head into my shoulder and her breasts against my torso. ‘I'll catch up with you later.' I separated from her. I wasn't going to rip her about letting Darius get away with whatever happened. That wasn't an argument I could win.Twenty minutes later the Samsonov triplets were sitting in the Vice Principal's office, listening to her bitching us out. She was going to roast our chestnuts on an open-fire, BBQ our ham hocks and exile us from school.‘For what?' I inquired.‘You beat up two nice, young, upstanding African-American men,' she growled.‘Evidence would be nice,' I grinned.‘They saw you three bastards attacking them. That's all the proof I need,' the VP glared. Somehow, she sensed a trap.‘So, these two unnamed guys claim the three of us beat them up; where? When?' I kept at her.‘That doesn't matter, you little bastards. They made the complaint and I believe them. You are looking at a one week suspension and you are being booted off the basketball team,' she turned viciously victorious. We three kept smiling.‘Wait, are you recording this conversation?' she gasped. Three phones came up, we all hit 'upload' and showed her the screens. ‘Give me those,' she snapped. We handed her the phones, the 'burner' phones dedicated to this round. Mom was a prophetess for some Dark Pantheon, no doubt. ‘How do you delete those files?' she mumbled as she played with the buttons.‘That would require a password which I doubt any of us recall right now,' Alexander informed her. The VP, Mrs. Janice Russell, looked ready to erupt. ‘I will make it easy on you, Ms. Russell. Ms. Blanchard can verify I was with her from 12:35 to 1:10 when you summoned me here. Before that, all three of us were in the cafeteria. Your cameras will prove that.'‘That means, B; ,' Mikhail snarled, ‘The three of us couldn't have beat up anyone since before home room. That means those whiny, little natty-haired bastards lied to you on an official complaint.'‘Yes, my brothers and I can't thank you and your 'boys' enough for getting overly-greedy,' I added.Vice Principal Russell's mouth gaped like that of a drowning fish.‘None of us are going to sweat about these false accusation,' I smirked. ‘We three are going to drop hints to everyone who counts you were super-nice to us and let us off with a 'stern warning'. I'm sure so very many of your fans will be pleased with you giving the three most hated White boys in school a pass.'‘I did no such thing,' she protested. I could see that creeping fear in her eyes.‘Well, unless you want to be brought before the State Board of Education, you are letting us walk,' I pointed out.‘You have nothing,' she shook her head.‘We have had several run-ins with you, we have you setting up our Mother by threatening Mikhail and we have you facilitating the Principal's attack,' I reminded her.‘I did no such thing,' she protested.‘Nice try. Either you are an idiot to not know what has been going on under your nose the past ten years as you handed female student after female student and concerned mother after concerned mother over to our former Principal, or you were in cahoots. Either way, you are toast,' I countered.‘You can't tie me to that,' she gobbled with some real concern.‘Like us, you are White, Ms. Russell,' I snorted with amusement. ‘The Black community will rally around that fat bastard. Who has your back? If you think it is the Coach, you clearly haven't noticed how he looks at the female student body.' The 'Ms.' was on purpose; an indicator she wasn't being much of a wife in our eyes.‘Hell, they might even pin his extracurricular activities, you manipulating a man with a sexual addiction he had no control over, on you because you pretty much made him a victim too,' Alexander piled it on. ‘There goes any hope of a teaching job anywhere.'‘Your husband will lose all his Black clients; and most of the White ones too,' Mikhail grinned like a shark.‘No; no, that wouldn't happen,' she muttered.‘You are having a rather indiscreet affair with the Coach although you are a married woman. Basically, both of you are liars, deceivers and abuse your authority,' I continued. ‘If the Coach really wanted you, you'd be his wife by now; but nah; he's stringing you along.'‘Yeah, that's loyalty for you,' Alexander tagged in. ‘Except you aren't loyal to your husband, so why would any man be loyal to you?'‘Shut; Shut Up!' she screamed. ‘Get out; ‘ Out we went.‘We beat that because of one little lie,' Mikhail chortled. ‘One lie, had they stuck with the facts, stupid bastards.'As we headed down the main corridor, classes let out for sixth period. As we passed Darius and some of his hoodlums, we laughingly chorused,‘Loser,' at him in front of a whole crowd of students. Darius' face darkened with rage. We stumped him then by doing the unexpected, we ran for it.The pattern for many basketball practices were set. The Ass Coach split up our alliance every chance he got, because we repudiated and ridiculed his style of coaching. It was hard for any of our group to score in individual scrimmages when our 'team mates' would never give us the ball. The guy whose jaw was broken by Mikhail was sidelined.Every time one of the Black athletes popped Kaja, Mikhail tied a knot on a piece of cord and waved it in the direction of the offender. Curiosity finally got to one of the other guys.‘You practicing to be a Boy Scout?' he scoffed.‘Nah. When I get angry, I tie a knot. When the time comes, I'll remember what each knot was for and untie it; if you get my drift,' Mikhail didn't even bother to look up.‘You think that makes you scary, needle-dick?' he took a step toward my brother.‘I don't give a damn what you think,' Mikhail said as he stood. ‘What I do know is that, unlike you and your buddies, I possess a personal code of Honor. I'm worthy of respect because of that. In turn, I show respect to those who show they've earned it; people like Kaja. Your sorry ass?; You don't matter,' Mikhail's temper was simmering.‘I'm not afraid of you,' the Black player postured.‘That's your mistake,' Mikhail chuckled. ‘There is a world full of the graves of dumb-fucks who didn't know when to be afraid. By no means consider yourself unique.'

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Emptiness.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.I was a bit of a loss what to do as our sexual congress had gone in a totally different direction from what I had foreseen. Brandy seemed physically happy with the outcome yet her mind was conflicted. She slowly slipped to my right side before propping herself up. She didn’t look at me. Her vision was locked onto her scattered articles of clothing.Dressing meant us heading back to my place then her having to confront Darius with all that had happened to her; and she’d liked being with me. She felt Darius was going to pierce any fable she created so leaving equated to pain and degradation for her. I believed Darius would punish her for his lousy planning. It was ludicrous to believe Brandy could entrap me.That might have been sadistic back-up plan. He could get one up on me, or blame Brandy for failing at the task he shoved upon her. Darius would beat her up over the failure. Brandy was so infatuated with him, she would willingly accept the fault was hers. His cruelty didn’t excuse her stupidity, not in my mind. Still, I reached out and ran my fingers from mid-thigh to her underarm. That tickled so she turned to me and smiled.It was the first genuine sign of affection she’d ever shown me. I kept repeating the motion even after she put her head back on my chest. Brandy followed up her happy murmuring by stroking my cock. That turned into a hand-job. My pleasurable moans led to a blowjob and that graduated to a sixty-nine. I worked over her clit with my lips as I worked my fingers inside her vagina and ass hole.I was positive she’d had some intense anal sex this morning with Darius. Mom’s forced enema hadn’t helped her sphincter relax much at all. I fit two fingers inside her anus with little effort and, by her reaction, causing her nothing but sexual satisfaction. I admit I got carried away, altering between vaginal/anal intrusions, spanking her ass and unleashing my vitriol.I reminded her she’d treated me like filth beneath her heel, tried to have Darius bust me up, and he had failed, and I knew Darius had sent her to me today. He’d failed again, so had she and because of that I was going to own her ass multiple times before I let her go home. All of that blame and passion excited Brandy to a razor’s edge.She was choking down my semen in no time. While she was nursing my cock (we were still ‘69'ing) back to health, I tore another climax from her. She was wearily working toward my third round when I enforced a bathroom and food break. I let this play out in the reverse of my experience, Mom and Dad.I followed Brandy around, hugging her from behind when she slowed down, or stopped. Initially she didn’t know what to make of my snuggling affection though she quickly decided she liked it. She’d often lean back into my embrace. She also decided to open up a little bit. We were eating some Pimento Cheese sandwiches which she made while I poured us two tall glasses of lemonade.‘I like it when you spank my ass,' she mumbled around a mouthful of food. She wasn’t being rude. She was giving herself an 'out’ if I found her request annoying, or a cause for derision, a misunderstanding of what she’d said. I arched one eyebrow, stepped to her side, cupped her buttocks then gave the left one a sharp smack.‘I like that too,' I nodded hungrily. ‘You were right,' I added. She looked at me with curiosity. ‘You do give a good blowjob. I really liked it.' I didn’t really know how to rate her. She was the second girl to ever give me fellatio, but the experience had been good for me. My simple praise put a spark back in her self-confidence.‘I told you I was,' she grinned triumphantly. I stepped up and gave her right buttock a quick slap.‘Don’t forget I’m still angry with you,' I met her sultry gaze. A sexy side of her I’d never seen before shone forth. She was mixing fun and intercourse in a way new to her and she was finding the combination enjoyable.Without a doubt, Darius had played mind games with Brandy. My games were on a more direct level. I was still sure she was going to return to being Darius’ fuck-slave and for the first time I felt sorry about that.‘What are you thinking about?' Brandy snuggled into me.‘I’m curious why you are still here,' I countered. That put her back into our ugly reality. She should be pushing me to take her back home, but she wasn’t. ‘Let’s go back to bed.' My offer evaporated her indecision. She took my hand and returned us to the bedroom. I spanked her exquisite ass a few more times on the way.Brandy made it clear what she wanted next. She crawled up to the head of the bed, put one pillow under her breast and a second one beneath her head all the while wiggling her ass in my direction. Lube; in the bedside table. I almost discounted it. Brandy was fairly loose. I still decided to err on the side of caution. I lubed up while she buried her face into a pillow in anticipation of what was to come.My trepidations were justified. Brandy’s ass was an overly used tunnel. A few strokes verified that Brandy was only marginally enjoying the event all that much either. Diligence proved to be the most important Word of the Day. A dozen strokes in, Brandy gave a pleased grunt. I decided to alternate five slow, easy strokes followed by three rapid, hard and deep ones.That was the correct choice. Brandy began huffing and panting, thrusting back and giving her ass a clever twisting motion that increased the stimulation for us both. She knew what she was doing while I was a complete novice. I took her instruction and suggestions well, leading up to a thunderous orgasm on her part.Recalling her earlier request for post-climactic care, I took my penetrations nice and slow while she built back up her stamina. I couldn’t explain it. Her anal passage was becoming just as snug as her vagina was, a perfect fit for my cock. The movement of my glans upon her back passage was driving her nuts.A few minutes of compassionate union saw Brandy forcing herself onto all fours. The look she gave me over her shoulder expressed an unspoken desire for my assistance. I took a stab at what she wanted by wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back up to my chest. My guess was almost what she intended. Brandy moved my hands to her breasts.Our height difference kept my kisses to the top of her head. I compensated by mauling her breasts, twirling her nipples and keeping up a rigorous breast play. She loved it. Brandy rocked back on my rod repeatedly, raising up then impaling herself with a downward push. I became absorbed in the sexual moment, losing track of whether this was one more orgasm for Brandy, or two.All I did know was when I finally came for the third time in this marathon coitus session, Brandy screamed like a banshee, shook as if she was having a seizure and then passed out. I couldn’t immediately rouse her, so I quick-stepped (on my wobbly legs) to the bathroom, wetted a washcloth and rushed back to her side.I rubbed the cool cloth over her neck and cheeks until she revived. The collision of emotions in her eyes imparted a look I didn’t then understand and would never forget. It was starting to get dark, so I recommended a shower before heading back. Brandy’s silent depression wasn’t something I could understand.She did hug me tight all the way home and made no protest when I snuck an arm around her waist as we went inside. We ran across Anita Turner, the downstairs maid, first.‘Ms. Carson, you need to call your Father,' she informed Brandy. She exhaled deeply, looked to me so I gave her my phone. Big Bob wanted confirmation that she was where she claimed to be.‘Yes Sir,' I stated. ‘We messed around the house for a bit, we have some swords, bows and stuff here; then we went out to the hunting lodge to make sure that it was habitable. You know, in case you, my Dad and my brothers want to go hunting when Deer Season comes around,' I bent the truth.That soothed Brandy’s Dad though he did insist Brandy come straight home. She let him know her phone was kaput. I promised to give her a spare my Mom had. As I gave Brandy the phone, I reminded her that her father might check her phone log so she shouldn’t make any other calls. I neglected to teach her how to clear that log, I was still fucking with Darius.Mom was sitting on the front porch swing as we stepped out the front door. I was planning on walking her to car because that felt like something a guy should do.‘I told you not to fuck any of my Sons,' Mom taunted Brandy. Her voice shocked us.‘I; ah,' Brandy stammered.‘Mom, is this really the time?' I intervened.‘Yes it is Vlad,' Mom informed me kindly. To Brandy she was less kind, ‘You stupid, insipid tramp. Do you regret doing my boy yet?'‘No,' Brandy protested.‘You will,' Mom chuckled. ‘You will.' I had no idea what she was talking about. Brandy flashed me a concerned look. My face held no answers so we headed to her car in silence. I gave her one unexpected kiss on the lips. She responded with a ravenous French kiss. I remained standing, a prisoner of my uncertainty, as she drove away.‘Mom?' I asked when I got back to the porch. ‘What are you talking about Brandy 'regretting sleeping with me’?'‘Vlad, you are a big boy,' Mom began. ‘You know I like sex, right?' I nodded. ‘Your Dad is the best fuck I’ve ever had, period, end of statement.'‘It is not just him either,' Mom chortled. ‘All of us Samsonov husband and brides feel that way about our mates. Despite my experience and willpower, I couldn’t get away. The first time we had sex, your Dad and I, I knew it was the best cock I’d ever had and ever would have.'‘Gee; thanks, but no thanks for that crumb of information,' I grimaced.‘Vlad, you know I like to get my way in all things,' she made sure she had my attention. ‘I told you one month after that night with your father, I came back to him and have never been with anyone else. That’s because after your Dad, all other sex was boring and pointless. I couldn’t have an orgasm without your Father’s help. It is like that with all the Samsonov’s, men and women.'‘That’s your Secret Weapon?' I scoffed. ‘Magic Dicks?' Mom laughed at me.‘You’ll see. Wait until Wednesday, Thursday at the latest. Brandy’s not all that strong-willed. She’ll be begging you for a second round. I have no doubt,' Mom smiled knowingly. Why my Mom had finally wander off to fantasy land was my source of worry for the rest of the weekend.The further adventures of the Samsonov boys in Black Racist Tyranny.RetributionSunday was a family outing to Big Bob’s for Sunday football. This time, seven other Sheriff’s Deputies (with their families) were there as well. Even the scumbag Deputy who had face-fucked Brandy Friday night was there with his wife and three year old daughter. He had this big ole shit-eating grin on his face when his eyes lit on Big Bob’s pride and joy.It didn’t take Clarence Peterson, that was the mother-fucker’s name, long to corner Brandy in a bathroom. The hunters, not realizing they were the hunted, was a running epidemic in this burgh. I made triple sure I didn’t fall into any sort of complacency.‘Hey Brandy,' he sneered at my 'supposed girlfriend’ as she tried to stand up from the toilet seat. ‘I need a little relief.'‘I don’t think; ‘ she mumbled.‘Bitch, I’m not asking you to think,' he grabbed her hair. ‘I want you; ‘‘What?' I stepped into the room, closing the door behind us. ‘Dummy, you want what?'‘If you know what is good for you, you will walk the fuck out of here,' he challenged me.‘Good idea,' I snorted. ‘Why don’t I go out to the party, trick that pretty wife of yours into a dark room and face-fuck her? How does that sound, nigger?' Yes, I was a White boy calling a Black cop 'nigger’. I had chosen my culturally bankrupt words carefully with the intent to incite.He stormed my way ready to put me in my place. He was equipped with law enforcement level basic hand-to-hand training. I’d been play-fighting that for half my life. I couldn’t openly bruise him. An arm bar fit the bill for keeping in place while I landed punch after punch into his crotch until he was halfway to his knees and crying for his Mamma.‘Now before you decide to turn this misunderstanding into an incident,' I whispered my threat into his ear. ‘You might want to consider Big Bob’s new security system and how one of my Brothers is getting a record of what you just pulled (a lie).'‘You came into another man’s house and tried to rape his womenfolk,' I cautioned him. ‘How would you like it if someone treated your wife that way?' I could see the complete lack of empathy on his part.‘From here on out, you don’t touch Brandy,' I continued.‘As far as I’m concerned, the way you treat any woman is your permission slip to do the same thing to your wife. We might even make you watch, you cock-less piece of shit. Keep it sheathed around anyone but your wife. Got it?'‘Fuck off you bastard,' he spat. Thank the Almighty for that BBC arrogance.I twisted his trapped arm up then planted two steel toed boot kicks into his already tenderized scrotum. He almost passed out from the pain.‘Vlad?' Brandy worried.‘It is okay Brandy,' I smiled at her. ‘Go out and stand by your Daddy. I’ll be with you soon enough.'Out she went, leaving me with the asshat.‘Boy,' he hissed through his agony. ‘You are going to get; ‘‘Cool enough,' I shrugged. I leveraged him over to the toilet and shoved his face into the commode. Had he not interrupted Brandy, she would have had time to flush.I let him thrash about a good deal before bringing his face out of the water. He immediately got combative so back in he went. It took four trips to the fetid pool for him to realize he was on the wrong end of police brutality.‘Just so we are clear, Clarence,' I lectured him.‘All I want is some respect and fair treatment. You’ve crossed Big Bob, my Dad and now me,' I reminded him. ‘In my opinion we’ve almost balanced accounts. Act like a married man and like someone who swore an oath to serve and protect, everyone. You cross the line again, you can bet we Samsonovs will find out about it.'‘We will assume the incident is you serving notice that you’ve vacated the human race and you will be dealt with like the piece of trash you’ve become. We are not the fucking KKK, Butt-Monkey. I don’t think any man is less than me until he proves it. You have a family, your cock stays at home. You have a daughter. Do you want her growing up happy only to get cornered in a bathroom by some asshole who thinks he has the right to violate her?'I let him go and stood back.‘We are done unless you fuck up again. Make an issue of this and I’ll make sure your wife is gobbling Big Bob’s cock before Thanksgiving. Clean yourself up and enjoy the party, Clarence,' I sneered. I left him there, kneeling on the floor before the porcelain altar.He had hate in his eyes; and he was scared too. Having broken both the law and the covenant of marriage, he’d painted himself into a corner. Things were going according to plan. Kick the BBCs in their masculinity. How we would defeat the sexual addiction angle was still a mystery to me.I was looking for both Brandy and Clarence’s wife. Mom had gotten to the latter first and was already insinuating herself into the woman’s confidence. She was a born con artist. I found Brandy alone by the pool, rather shaken up. She gave a slight jolt when I wrapped my arms around her from behind.‘Oh, it is you,' she sighed with relief.‘You are my girlfriend, Brandy. You don’t need to be afraid of me,' I soothed her. 'That’s right Brandy’ was the message. 'You can have a boyfriend who fucks you silly yet doesn’t treat you like crap and scares you.’ Darius didn’t have to be an abusive bastard. He chose to be.He choose to make Brandy the pawn in his rage against Whites in general and Sheriff Carson in particular. 'Black Rage’? That was an excuse for lashing out at the weak, defenseless, innocent and uninformed. Worse, it was insulting, to Blacks. Why would Black people be less emotionally mature than any other human beings? Just saying the phrase made me feel racist.By that reasoning, any person of any race could be excused for going nuts because their lives had been harsh enough. Funny; if a White man had spontaneous rage issues he would be committed to a mental health facility, or sent to prison, and then forced to take medicine and submit to therapy.Child abuse, torment, broken homes, poverty, drug abuse and persecution were all excuses used by serial killers too. I preferred to see Black people as people and accountable to that standard of civility I held myself to. In the same manner, they were worthy of all the respect I showed my Father as long as they didn’t prove otherwise. The only person I could stop from being racist was me. The rest had to be held to their own standards, period, end of statement.‘Thanks Vlad,' she pushed into me.‘You know,' I rested my jaw on the top of her head. ‘Standing by the pool reminds me that I’ve never seen you in a bikini.' She gave me a weak elbow to the ribs.‘You’ve seen me naked,' she teased me. She twisted enough so she could look up at my face. ‘Have you forgotten that already?'‘Not likely,' I bent my body so that I could kiss the tip of her nose. That caught her off guard yet she quickly rewarded me with an ass wiggle. ‘I take that back,' I looked away. ‘I’ve completely forgotten about it. Maybe you could show me what I’ve been missing sometime soon.' I got another ass wiggle.‘You are impossible,' she remarked loudly.In unison we looked toward the grill in time to see Big Bob sending a satisfied smile our way.‘Parents,' I protested to her softly. ‘Can’t I just hold you without your Daddy making a big deal about it?' I had to head off her anger with her Dad from poisoning the gains I’d been making.‘Oh God, yes,' she sighed. There was a long break in the conversation.‘Are you going to give me trouble about still seeing Darius?' she questioned me.‘I’m not going to lie to you. I’m not happy about it,' I hugged her tighter. ‘But, I’m a man of my word and I said I wouldn’t stand in your way. Don’t ask me not to hate him.'‘Why would you hate him?' Brandy prodded me. I knew what she wanted.‘I’m going to dislike any man who touches you, Brandy,' I nuzzled her hair. ‘White, Black, Yellow, Brown, Green, or Purple, I don’t care. I know I can make you happier than Darius can. I’m man enough to trust you to figure that out on your own.' Another long pause.Big Bob was calling everyone over for their grilled meat of choice.‘What if he won’t let me go?' she posed.‘Then I’ll kick his ass and beat the crap out of every goon he puts between us,' I pledged. Brandy wanted a brutal competition as confirmation of her perceived self-worth.I took that sense of victory into Monday morning. I felt confident. I also had boarded up the proverbial windows and evacuated the low-lying areas because a hurricane was coming my way. There was no more confusion on Darius’ part. I was the enemy he had to c

Episode 34 (19/09/24) - Exploding pagers in Lebanon, forgettable soap opera characters, P Diddy's house of dildos, the dark side of Jay Blades, drugs that cause time dilation and DMT monsters, “Back Rooms” on YouTube, Greg talks about the new tune he's made and Barry tries to compare one of his previous tunes to a Buddy Holly song, things that disappear from the internet “Link Rot”, Pete Wicks and Joe Thompson's podcast, the homogenised personalities of reality TV Stars, the works of TV writers Perry & Croft, Billy Carson & Terrence Howard's insanely stupid conversations, the TV show ‘My Mum, Your Dad', a few key moments in the early life of Mozart, “Dead Celebrity Seance”, Leigh Francis on TikTok, recommendations, Future Greg with a special premiere of his new tune and a whole lot more!

Presenter Davina McCall, now 56, but divorced (for the second time) at 50, has been talking recently about dating a little later in life.She is returning to present the ITV show ‘My Mum, Your Dad' in which middle-aged singles are thrown together in a house. She said that besides some difficulties and a steep learning curve, it can be a fulfilling experience.But, what is dating like in your 50s and beyond?Guest host Adrian Kennedy is joined by Matchmaker Mairead Loughman from Love HQ as well as listeners to discuss.

Follow our hosts on Twitter (@KA1_Taylor and @FrostReporter) and Instagram (@kellyannect and @frostreporter)  You can get in touch with our hosts on either their social media, or via email (podcast@radiotimes.com) and Spotify users can write in directly using the Q&A box at the bottom of the episode.    SHOW NOTES: TV: Nightsleeper, BBC1 A Very Royal Scandal, Amazon Prime Strictly Come Dancing, BBC1 The Grand Tour, Amazon Prime My Mum, Your Dad, ITV1 FILM OF THE WEEK: Easy A, BBC3   THE ARCHIVE: The Ipcress File, ITVX . . . Happy Viewing! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Bible Reading: Psalm 119:97-104; John 8:12; 1 John 1:5Lucas and Grandpa were camping together in the mountains. One day, after they had hiked to the top of a lookout point, they sat down to enjoy a late afternoon snack. "How are your friends at school?" Grandpa asked. "Your Dad said you and Bryer had a fight.""Yeah." Lucas sighed. "I'm not sure what to do about it."Grandpa was about to respond when he noticed the sun getting low in the sky. "We need to start heading back before it gets dark. The path up here is rocky, and it will be much easier to get back to the campsite in the light." Sure enough, the sun soon dipped behind the mountains. Then, as the moon began rising, Lucas pointed at it and exclaimed, "Look, Grandpa, it's a full moon tonight!" As Lucas and Grandpa continued down the path, the moon suddenly disappeared behind a cloud. Almost immediately, Lucas tripped over a small rock. Grandpa helped him up and made sure he was all right. "We'd better wait here for a bit until the moon is out again. This path is too hard to walk without any light." Grandpa thought for a moment. "You know, this path is a lot like life. Although our mountain path is full of rocks, the light from the moon keeps us from tripping. And life is also full of hard choices and temptations that may make us stumble or fall, but we have a light to guide us. Jesus is the light on our path.""How do we know where Jesus is leading us?" asked Lucas."He guides us through His Word, the Bible," Grandpa replied. "The truth and wisdom of the Word of God light our way. In the New Testament, Jesus Himself is called the Word. His sacrifice for us is a demonstration of God's love, and through the Holy Spirit, He helps us live out His love, truth, and wisdom in our lives. Just as we need the moon to light our way back to camp, we need Jesus to guide us in the way He wants us to live."Just then, the moon came out again, illuminating their campsite in its glow. Lucas turned to Grandpa. "When we get back to the tent, can I see what Jesus says about friendship in your Bible?"Grandpa smiled and nodded. "Let's go!"–Bethany Den BoerHow About You?Have you ever felt unsure what to do about a hard situation, like a trying friendship? Did you know that Jesus is the Word that guides us? If you feel stuck or confused in a situation, look to Jesus's life and the rest of the Bible. As you learn more about God's love and the truth and wisdom of His Word, trust the Holy Spirit to help you walk the same path of hope, love, and peace as Jesus in your own life.Today's Key Verse:Your Word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. (NKJV) (Psalm 119:105)Today's Key Thought:Walk in the light of God's Word

Karen Larrea is a certified relationship and dating coach and public figure, who has been in the entertainment spotlight since she was 15. Born in Manhattan and raised in South America and South Florida, Karen launched her career with the all-girl musical trio Carrousel, sharing stages with legends like Celia Cruz and Marc Anthony. After a successful music stint and a hiatus to raise her family, Karen reemerged as a music manager. In 2022, she returned to the spotlight as a lead cast member on HBO Max's unscripted reality series "My Mom, Your Dad," where she became a standout with the main love storyline. Passionate about representing Latina women over 40, Karen now focuses on empowering women to find love and success through speaking engagements, TV projects, and her "Dating Over 40" segment on Univision's "El News Cafe." --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/kara-allan/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/kara-allan/support

From Homeless to Success: My Journey Through Hard Choices

From Homeless to Success: My Journey Through Hard Choices

HAPPY WEDNESDAY! Everybody is back but Grant! FEEL BETTER MAN!Today we ASKED YOU about What You Wish You Didn't Know about YOUR DAD. Also, has Taylor Swift SILENCED Travis Kelce? Plus, Christina called us with quite the condo situation. All of this and much much more!

(timestamp below) Magali Delarosa is a Mexican-American singer-songwriter, actress and designer born in South Texas, who began her singing career at a young age inspired by her Tejano-Rock musician/producer father Carlos Delarosa and her favorite singer, Selena Quintanilla. At only 8 years old she was asked by Univision to sing a Selena Tribute, and her performing career took off from thatmoment. After graduating high school she moved to California to study fashion design and further her career as a performer. After acting in independent films and performing at venues such as: The House of Blues, The Key Club, and Cine El Rey, Magali caught the attention of Randy Jackson from American Idol. She was cast as part of a Latina girl group called “Brunette.” The group managed to put out agreat single, and during this time discovered her talent for songwriting. Magali was invited to collaborate with Armenian super star Karen Hakobyan. Through this opportunity, she was asked to star in his music video “Sirel Em” which has over 4 million views on YouTube. After the video was released Karen and Magali were asked to perform at The Nokia Theatre in Los Angeles to a sold out crowd of 7,000 people.  Magali has officially signed with Stega Management Marketing and officially starts her tour in March 2023. Delarosa officially dropped her full length album in April 2023. Her second releaseoff the album hit over 100k in the first week and is making a big splash with her third single Mujer Mexicana. Magali also has a contract with an agency in Austin Texas which has landed her several commercials and print work. Magali wrapped up two movie projects recently both to bestreaming on major platforms. Her second single and music video “Muero Por Tu Amor” was also selected for The South Texas Film Festival and is currently competing. Magali plans to release a Latin Hip Hop track at the beginning of next year called “Without You” Quien Soy Yo. Her music can be found and purchased under her artist name Magali Delarosa. . . Magali Delarosa links: WEBSITE: https://www.magalidelarosa.com/ INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/magalidelarosa/ YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79EWZTOSf54 Magali Delarosa Time Stamp  0:00 - The Tejano Premios Mundial 1:04 - Fashion Line 2:15 - Growing Up 3:53 - www.magalidelarosa.com 4:36 - Your Dad, Carlos Delarosa 8:02 - Acting in Movies 10:00 - Bouncing Off Different Talents 11:40 - Getting Started With Fashion 13:43 - Advice To Your Younger Self 14:36 - Showcasing Fashion Line 17:49 - What Started Your Music Career 21:22 - Tejano vs Norteño 22:22 - Do You Still Get Nervous 23:15 - Being An Inspiration 24:49 - Support In The Family 27:18 - Advice To Younger Audiences 30:04 - Social Media & Creative Outlets 31:16 - Puro 956 34:12 - Finding Your Passion 36:02 - Your Favorite Things 39:20 - Shout Out To My Team & Fans Magali Delarosa links: WEBSITE: https://www.magalidelarosa.com/ INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/magalidelarosa/ YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79EWZTOSf54 Thank you to our sponsor and studio Backdoor Modern Vintage, located on 907 W Business 83, Weslaco, Texas follow them in the link below: https://www.instagram.com/backdoor_modernvintage/ Thank you for listening to Cuadros Corner if you would like to book a studio tour to start your very own podcast process click the link below: https://linktr.ee/storystormaker . . . #tejanomusic #magalidelarosa#fashionstyle --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/cuadroscorner/support

To connect with Kendra, visit_@kendramars on Instagramhttps://www.facebook.com/kendra.thapen/about/About Kendra**Tulsa-Based Vocalist, Songwriter, and Rapper: Kendra Mars** Tulsa-based vocalist, songwriter, and rapper, Kendra Mars is a musical talent whose artistry knows no bounds. With a deep-rooted love for Blues, R&B, Hip Hop, Funk, Classic Rock, Country, Punk Rock, and Heavy Metal, Kendra deftly weaves a captivating sonic tapestry that defies categorization. Kendra's musical journey is fueled by a profound connection to the therapeutic power of music. Her discography features striking singles such as "The Takeoff," "Yo Side," "Dark Waters," "Black Madonna," and "Shak's Interlude," as well as her EP, "Remember When I was Your Dad?" In her creative process, she liberates herself from musical constraints, allowing her compositions to take on a life of their own. Motivated by the prospect of inspiring others and forging deep connections, Kendra Mars uses her music as a beacon of light. Her songs serve as a reminder to those who may feel alone that they are not, and her unwavering support from her family fuels her artistic journey. Themes of self-expression, balance, embracing individuality, freedom, and euphoria permeate Kendra's work. Through her music, she extends an invitation to explore a world where authenticity reigns supreme, and each note is a gateway to self-discovery and bliss. Embark on a soulful journey with Kendra Mars through her music, where boundaries dissolve, and her melodies authentically resonate, leaving a lasting impression for years to come.

Dr Anna Colton tells Nicky about her work assessing potential reality TV contestants for shows like The Voice and My Mum, Your Dad. They talk about red flags, the effects of appearing on a reality TV show and Nicky explores his joyful experience as Dippy Egg on the Masked Singer and what the lead up to the big reveal has felt like.Produced by Audio Always Producer: Ailsa Rochester Editor: Jo Meek Sound Design: Ailsa Rochester

Filming for Farmer Wants a Wife 2024 and Made In Bondi gets underway!  Is serial reality star Ciarran Stott set to appear on ANOTHER reality show? All the clues that Love Island's Matt Zukowski and Tammy Hembrow are ENGAGED! One of our favourite My Mum, Your Dad couples have SPLIT! Survivor and Big Brother star Luke Toki gets savagely DUMPED by his wife Mary! Juicy tea about two of our new Bachelors! The REAL reason why Abby Miller left Love Island! Real Housewives of Sydney drama continues after filming! Explosive tea about what REALLY went down in Jacinta's Love Triangle with her suitors Sheree and Nemo! PLUS LOTS MORE! Want more of the latest gossip? Get EXTRA hot tea on SO DRAMATIC! EXTRA via PATREON and APPLE! Visit SO DRAMATIC! ONLINE and sign up for our VIP list! Keep up to date with the latest on INSTAGRAM, FACEBOOK, TIKTOK, TWITTER and the FACEBOOK GROUP! Got a tip? Contact: tips@sodramaticmedia.com! Want to partner with us? Contact: hello@sodramaticmedia.com!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Two My Mum, Your Dad stars previously dated! My mum's run-in with Love Island's Ben Richardson! More proof Love Island's Tyra Johannes and Kale Roberts are still going strong IRL! The Challenge's sham influencer Suzan Mutesi is up to her old tricks again! Big Brother's Tully Smyth's new boyfriend is also a reality TV star! Big Brother's Louis Phillips goes public with his new girlfriend! Piping hot tea about the upcoming series of The Bachelors!  The karma bus is coming for Nakia Piers on Love Island after brutally ditching Kale! Victoria Montano's diva antics on the Real Housewives of Sydney! Married at First Sight's Alyssa Barmonde drops a bombshell about her 'relationship' with Love Triangle's Alan Wallace and LEAKS some damning TEXTS! PLUS LOTS MORE! Want more of the latest gossip? Get EXTRA hot tea on SO DRAMATIC! EXTRA via PATREON and APPLE! Visit SO DRAMATIC! ONLINE and sign up for our VIP list! Keep up to date with the latest on INSTAGRAM, FACEBOOK, TIKTOK, TWITTER and the FACEBOOK GROUP! Got a tip? Contact: tips@sodramaticmedia.com! Want to partner with us? Contact: hello@sodramaticmedia.com!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Love Triangle's Emily Ryder DISSES her match Sam Fisher! Married at First Sight' couple Evelyn Ellis and Duncan James spotted being thirsty AF again! My Mum, Your Dad star ALREADY spotted on a dating app! MAFS' Lyndall Grace HARD-LAUNCHES her new boyfriend! What's the deal with Love Island's Trent Woolman and 2022 Islander Phoebe Spiller? The location for the new series of The Bachelors has leaked! Juicy Love Island tea about Savannah and Aiden! The threat production made to Love Island's Abby Miller and why she had so many meltdowns in the villa! Reid Polak's fuckboy behaviour on Love Island EXPOSED! Explosive Real Housewives of Sydney DRAMA set to divide the women! Love Triangle's Sam Fisher FAT-SHAMES another woman! ANOTHER Love Triangle contestant had a SECRET PARTNER during filming! A huge bombshell about Love Triangle's Al and Sophie's relationship! Two more unexpected Love Triangle contestants RECOUPLE! What the OG Love Triangle matches got up to when they got booted from the house! All the outcomes from the Love Triangle final decisions! PLUS LOTS MORE! Want more of the latest gossip? Get EXTRA hot tea on SO DRAMATIC! EXTRA via PATREON and APPLE! Visit SO DRAMATIC! ONLINE and sign up for our VIP list! Keep up to date with the latest on INSTAGRAM, FACEBOOK, TIKTOK, TWITTER and the FACEBOOK GROUP! Got a tip? Contact: tips@sodramaticmedia.com! Want to partner with us? Contact: hello@sodramaticmedia.com!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Today, on the Ali Clarke Breakfast Show:   The Project: Clementine Ford's new book "I DONT" is about how marriage is a flawed institute, oppressing women...do you agree?  Kelly Noble of Glam Adelaide joins the studio. What's going on in Adelaide this weekend? Erin Phillips - she has announced her retirement from professional sports. We are so proud!!! What have you done because of an influencer? Ali has her fiddle fig in the shower, and Max bought a huge CostCo bear... Kate Langbroek (of My Mum, Your Dad) is in, and provided Shane with some relationship advice Parent of the Era - today, we met Domenica who said she'd eat fish eyes for a chance to win a pair of Taylor Swift tickets...did she eat them?! Unbelievable! Travis Geinger is the record holder for the world's largest pumpkin, having won the past 4 pumpkin championships See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

WARNING: In this episode, we discuss hard hitting trauma so please be aware and make sure you are grounded listening to it. If you do relate to anything, please reach out to the relevant authorities.  We discuss: Childhood abuse Sexual assault Addiction Suicide Prison Domestic and narcissistic abuse I recently had the privilege of interviewing Natalie Russell, a remarkable participant from ITV1's "My Mum, Your Dad." Her story is both powerful and inspiring. While the episode delves deep, I believe it offers valuable insights, reminding us that it's never too late to find hope. What you will learn in this episode: How to heal the root cause and not mask the symptoms Ways to get out of a victim mindset and raise your self-esteem How to heal the relationship you have with yourself Natalie is now a commited relationship coach where she helps women increase their self-esteem, and helps them heal so that they can learn to live their best life and love again. I hope Natalie's story helps you understand that healing is possible and that your best life is still ahead of you. Connect with Natalie here: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/iamnatalierussell/?hl=en Website: https://www.natalierussell.uk/ TikTok: https://tr.ee/z0wwsfKbXX Retreats: https://www.natalierussell.uk/retreats Podcast Resources: Join my FREE Facebook group at https://www.facebook.com/groups/thriveafternarcissisticabuse Access my low cost Narcissistic Trauma Recovery Programme https://go.carolinestrawson.com/heal-the-trauma-of-narcissistic-abuse Connect with me on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/carolinestrawson/ Find me on TikTok!: https://www.tiktok.com/@carolinestrawson  My website: https://www.carolinestrawson.com/

Kate Langbroek is ready to play matchmaker Season 2 of 'My Mum, Your Dad'. While we had her in, we asked some candid questions about a potential comeback of an iconic radio duo.Subscribe on LiSTNR: https://play.listnr.com/podcast/fifi-fev-and-nickSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Our good friend Kate Langbroek joins Jonesy & Amanda to chat about the new season of her show, 'My Mum, Your Dad'. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We always look forward to having Marlene and Brian in, and with this week's new comp we'll have them in each day so we can guess what's in Brian's Basket! We say goodbye a friend to all, Matthew Perry, and Kate Langbroek joins us to chat about season two of My Mum, Your Dad!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Merch: https://zachandwahlid.com  Join our Discord: http://bit.ly/3ZIpzII  Ad Free Episodes: https://bit.ly/44fPglo  WAKE UP! This episode Zach and Wahlid relive Wahlid's worst nightmare, breakdown the insanity on “Naked Attraction, and reveal their new favorite podcast. Also – TMG… On Ice! If you listen on Apple Podcasts, go to: http://apple.co/zachwahlidshow ZAWS IG: https://www.instagram.com/zachwahlidshow  ZAWS Twitter: https://twitter.com/zachwahlidshow  TMG Studios YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/tinymeatgang TMG Studios IG: https://www.instagram.com/realtmgstudios/ TMG Studios Twitter: https://twitter.com/realtmgstudios ZACH https://www.instagram.com/zachpiona https://twitter.com/Zachpiona https://www.tiktok.com/@zacharypiona  WAHLID https://twitter.com/Wahlid https://www.instagram.com/wahlidm https://www.tiktok.com/@wahlidm  Hosted by Zach Piona & Wahlid Mohammad, Created by TMG Studios, Zach Piona & Wahlid Mohammad, and Produced by TMG Studios, Zach Piona & Wahlid Mohammad. CHAPTERS 0:00 Nightmare, Nightmare, Nightmare 1:51 Watching Wahlid's Dog 5:38 A Full "English" Breakfast 11:52 An Episode Inspired by Naked Attraction 16:53 Someone Broke Into Zach's Car 22:42 Gambling Addiction? Yes Please 29:04 Wahlid's Big Reveal  34:35 The Ultimate Food Cart Experience 38:59 Your Dad is Cringe 47:02 Voicemails

How important is it to love yourself first before loving other people?What does it truly mean to love yourself?Join us as we discuss relationships and how important it is to fill our own cup first before pouring love to others.Our special guest, a Latina beauty will keep you smiling throughout the entire episode.Karen Larrea early career led her to other amazing opportunities in the industry. She became a spokesmodel for Coca Cola International and FIFA World Cup in Ecuador, South America but shortly retired to start and raise her family. Having gone through a divorce in 2013 Karen returned to the entertainment world but this time behind the scenes in Music Management. 2022 has brought Karen back to the front of the spotlight once again as she was presented with the opportunity and cast along with her daughter Breana Symone, 20 years old as one of the main “original 7” cast members and the only Hispanic cast member for the new HBO Max “unscripted” reality hit series “My Mom, Your Dad”.Karen is looking now towards the future in representing Latina women over 40 being able to find love again, have a career, make a comeback and representing worldwide American Latinas with speaking engagements, appearances, aligning with reputable brands, hosting and other TV Projects. Karen also has a monthly "Dating Over 40" segment on Latin Network Univision "El News Cafe" where she guides and gives advice to newly single adults who want to give dating and love a second chance.Website: https://www.karenlarrea.com/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kmlm21/Books mentioned: Why Men Love Bitches by Sherry ArgovAbout our Retreat: https://www.votgpodcast.com/retreats***Co-host Graciela Laurent, is a published, award-winning and professionally certified portrait photographer specializing in Boudoir and Personal Branding. She creates portraits of who you are and not just what you look like so that you can become who you've always been.Website: http://www.gracielalaurent.com/Co-host Julietta Wenzel, the Magical PT is the owner and founder of Body and Soul PT, as well as Soul Candy: intuitive, hand-made and one-of-a-kind jewelry and artwork. She supports people in finding the magic within themselves, creating balance in their body and soul.Websites: https://bodyandsoul-pt.com & ***Voices of The Goddess with Julietta & Graciela is a podcast where we Empower, Inspire, and Uplift women to be the goddesses they truly are.Join us each week as we sit down for a heart to heart chat, sharing stories and insights with listeners across the globe. Laughter and tears alike abound as we access ancient wisdom in modern times through unique and exciting storytelling - supporting you on your life's journey. If you want to feel more Empowered, Inspired & Uplifted you can find us here:https://www.votgpodcast.com/ https://www.instagram.com/voicesofthegoddess/ https://www.facebook.com/votgpodcast/ https://www.facebook.com/groups/thecircleofgoddesses https://www.youtube.com/VoicesoftheGoddess Shine bright and have a magical day!Julietta & Graciela

Davina McCall is regularly referred to as the queen of reality TV and has been a familiar face on our screens for decades. From the unpredictable dating show Streetmate, to the iconic Big Brother and now her latest show Your Mum, My Dad, which features middle-aged singles looking for a second chance at love. She's been open about overcoming addiction, taking drugs with her mum and surviving an overdose in her twenties. Now, with a long list of presenting credits under her belt, she's turned to making documentaries raising awareness about the symptoms of the menopause and looking at contraception in the UK. Mark Coles looks at the life and career of the fitness fanatic who has even starred in a Kylie Minogue music video. Credits: My Mum, Your Dad, ITV. Big Brother, Channel 4. God's Gift, ITV. Streetmate, Channel 4. The Diary Of A CEO with Steven Bartlett Presenter: Mark Coles Production: Alix Pickles, Diane Richardson, Phoebe Keane Production Coordinators: Maria Ogundele Sound Engineer: Neil Churchill Editor: Richard Vadon

“Gauge where you put your energy into, you can put out the fire or you can make the fire bigger by dwelling on it or giving too much attention to it.” -Austin Escamilla, Pokatok   In today's episode of The Krista Escamilla Show we sit down with one of my favorite human beings, my son Austin Escamilla.   Find out what Pokatok is and why every sports fan needs to mark their calendars and be in downtown Houston April 4-7th, 2024 for the Sports World's Fair.     We also talk about life after college entering the “real world”!    Austin shares great advice for students who are graduating, his best fitness tip and the one thing every golfer should do to lower their golf score!     This was so much fun interviewing Austin and I feel so grateful to be your Mom. Thank you for your time and wisdom. Your Dad and I are so proud   Please follow the Pokatok journey on social media and www.Pokatok.com     Thank you to our sponsors Tapestry Hotel Midland, Rig-ID, www.joincapclub.com and Midland Cap Co.   LINKS TO THE KRISTA ESCAMILLA SHOW:   Thanks for hitting the subscribe button and sharing our show with someone you love       Apple:   https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-krista-escamilla-show/id1617347165?i=1000617662001   YouTube:   https://youtu.be/RGrMT71pfYo   Spotify:   https://open.spotify.com/episode/01Dbz5ANZ8sestOJbhnjaQ?si=q7eAjCIBRICQgMhUmjl7iQ   Please follow @kristaescamilla on LinkedIn, Instagram and Facebook for daily motivation!   Dream Big~Believe~Never Give up YOU make it a great day     #believe #thekristaescamillashow #podcasts #community #permianbasin #payitforward #spotify #amazon #google #youtube #apple #encourageothers #inspire #smile #beagoodhuman #passion #makingwesttexasbetter #bekind #smile #giveback #followyourpassion #dogood #beprepared #business  #thistooshallpass #tomhanks #entrepreneur #sportsworldfair #pokatok #sports 

TWS News 1: Feels Illegal – 00:26Road Trip Rules – 3:38TWS News 2: God's Goodness – 10:06Best Advice from Your Dad – 12:16TMI – 18:20Strike Out Game – 20:395 Calls Calls It: Pretty or Smart – 24:21Rock Report: Johnny Depp Giving Back – 29:52What You and Your Friend Don't Have in Common – 31:38 You can join our Wally Show Poddies Facebook group at www.facebook.com/groups/WallyShowPoddies

It's time to end the season, and it's only fitting that we talk about The Disaster Artist for our "good movie" episode! For those of you who have been following closely, you know already that The Room won the worst movie of the season, so we figured we'd give our favorite bad production a nod with this James Franco Adaptation. Sympathetic eccentricities! Creative cringe! Foreigner's football fascination! Supremely painful premieres! Dirty asses, beautiful hair, and much, much more on this week's Episode of The Worst Movie Ever Made! This Episode is proudly brought to you by: Uncle Murky's Dirt Farm Adventure Zone, Super Squirters, Who Ate the Last Fucking Pop-Tart, Stacy? All Spice Brand Cold-Pressed Soap, The “Your Dad is a Mailman” Podcast, Sausage Sally's Sauna and Brunch, Nelson Mandela's Escape Room and Funhouse, Freezer Weezers, The Bomb Filter, Weed and Booze, Trolli Bright Crawlers, Kerbango, FAKEUMS the Plant Based Steak, Annoying Tiny House Blog, Wind: the Podcast, KoRnHub, Cool Rider Cigarettes, Hotdogs at 3 am, Piracy, General Admiral Sergeant Kernels, Mayonnaise and Scabs, Just Enough Butt Crack Jeans, Rob's Property Management, That guy who's always at guitar center playing the opening lick to sweet child of mine literally every single time you pop in there to buy strings, Santa Blob's Sparkling Nog. To be a sponsor a show, email us at www.theworstmovieevermade.com

Your Dad is working today so obviously there was only one person to call - BEKAH! Bekah and Jess sit down and catch up, get tangential (of course), and chat about Bekah’s pregnancy, how she is feeling, what has been going on in her life post Chatty Broads, future endeavors, thoughts on current reality tv, and much more! BEKAH’S YOUTUBE CHANNEL: https://www.youtube.com/@BekahMartinez   THANKS TO OUR SPONSORS: ***BEIS: BÉIS is offering our listeners 15% off your first purchase by visiting https://beistravel.com/ with our code! ***HELLO FRESH: Go to https://hellofresh.com/MOMDAD16 and use code MOMDAD16 for 16 free meals plus free shipping! ***MASTERCLASS: Get up to 35% off at https://masterclass.com/MOMDAD  ***JENNI KAYNE: Find your forever pieces @jennikayne and get 15% off with promo code MOMDAD at https://jennikayne.com/MOMDAD #jennikaynepartner

Picture this: you move into your first apartment. You're all set up - finally feeling like an adult. But now you have to decide...What should you set the thermostat at? Your Dad isn't there to yell, and your Mom isn't there to say she's 'chilly'. So what's it gonna be? In this episode Donald and Morgan go head to head over their preferred temperatures while Austin sweats. Join our Patreon to tell us who YOU thought won the fight. You can also gain access to behind the scenes footage, deleted scenes, and even suggest topics for us to fight over in future episodes (and receive a shoutout!) Find your hosts on social media:Austin Kleemanhttps://linktr.ee/Austin.kleeman Donald Evanshttps://linktr.ee/donaldevansisyourfriend Morgan Gallohttps://linktr.ee/morgangallocomedy  The Original canceled radio guys. Chris and Costello: SEASON 2Chris and Costello: things we couldn't do or say on the radio...Chris and Costello...Listen on: Apple Podcasts SpotifySupport the show --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/lets-fight-about-it/support

Kate's show My Mum, Your Dad wraps tonight, 7.30pm on Ch9.. Check it out!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoicesSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Kate's show My Mum, Your Dad wraps tonight, 7.30pm on Ch9.. Check it out!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

An IT governance framework developed by ISACA.  CyberWire Glossary link: https://thecyberwire.com/glossary/cobit Audio reference link: isacappc. “How Do You Explain Cobit to Your Dad – or Your CEO?” YouTube, YouTube, 24 Aug. 2016, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYATVkddIyw. 

An IT governance framework developed by ISACA.  CyberWire Glossary link: https://thecyberwire.com/glossary/cobit Audio reference link: isacappc. “How Do You Explain Cobit to Your Dad – or Your CEO?” YouTube, YouTube, 24 Aug. 2016, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYATVkddIyw. 

On this episode we had Karen & Breana, mother daughter due from the hit HBO's Max show My Mom, Your Dad. The concept is single parents living in a house and date, while their kids secretly watch their ever move. We discussed everything from the casting process, how the producer encouraged everyone, parents and the young adults to have sex on the show, and did Karen find real love with Troy after the show? Some dating advice, as we learned which red flags cross over from men in their 20s and 50s. If you liked this episode please  Leave a 5 Star Review on iTunes  @Gotitfrommymamapodcast Leave a 5 Star Review on iTunes Follow us on @ToriPiskin @lulupiskin

Anisha has Karen and Breana on from the HBO Max show, My Mom, Your Dad. They discuss their experiences as mother and daughter on a dating show and what it's like to date after a divorce.   Produced by Dear Media

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