Podcasts about your uncle

This week Shauna and Dan get near the bottom of this elusive phrase. Bob's Your Uncle has several origin stories, but there's always been a missing link between the most popular story and the first time it could be verified in print. Well, until now. Check out this breaking news in the world of 130-year-old phrases! Originally aired July 28, 2021. It's free to join our Patreon, patreon.com/bunnytrailspod On our Patreon you have direct access to reach Shauna and Dan, plus join our weekly chats and polls. Paid tiers have even more perks, like early access and name recognition on the show. So join us on Patreon! patreon.com/bunnytrailspod Shownotes are always available on our website, bunnytrailspod.com Copyright 2025 by The Readiness Corner, LLC - All Rights Reserved

2025's Run it Red season kicks off here, with a load of fresh sounds I've grabbed since the last show.  Full tracklist below and hit the charity links if you can as well as supporting the labels and artists wherever you can. Charity Link: fanlink.tv/Charities Spotify Playlist: bit.ly/RUNITREDSPOTIFY Upcoming tour dates: bit.ly/BenSimsBIT BEN SIMS pres RUN IT RED 118. Jan 2025  1. Small Solar System Body - Echoes Of Entropy. SoHaSo 2. PHYC - Jabroni. ELBEREC 3. Tiger Stripes - All Night Long. Rekids 4. Vril - Truth Out The Cave. Onmidisc 5. Casual Treatment - It Warms My Heart. Th Tar Hallow 6. Mark Broom - Flex. Rekids 7. FAIG - Motion. Planet Rhythm 8. Alexander Johansson & Mattias Fridell - Hypotes 9. Mark Broom - B Groove. Rekids 10. Myles Serge - Shoplifter (Chicago Skyway's Narced Remix). MS 11. Lost Trax - Skin Walker . Delsin 12. Amotik - Thanda. Kalt 13. Skudge - Reflect. IDO 14. Vxlr - Bass Condition. Evil Groove 15. Neen - Las Palabras, No Alcanzan. Collapse 16. Pulso AS - Taiss. Code Word 17. Oscar Mulero - Percepción y Conciencia. Warm |Up 18. Veiga - Nasty Things. ABT 19. Lewis Fautzi - Forging New Paths. Faut Section 20. Declan James - Unidentified. Edit Select 21. NWHR - Portage. Faut Section 22. Benales - Hidden Pattern. S.Lab LTD 23. Dynamic Forces - Radiant. Artscore 24. Mode 1 - Anx. T1-C7 25. Altinbas - Psychosphere. Token 26. Cardao - Mystical Machina. Newrhythmic 27. Lewis Fautzi - Enlightenment. Faut Section 28. Khemicals - Lott. Key Vinyl 29. Dekeyden - Vector Seven. Collapse 30. Ben Sims & Ritzi Lee - Bag Of Spiders. Dame Music 31. Dynamic Forces - Modello Tredici. Symbolism (Forthcoming) 32. Mark Broom & Alexandre Gomez - Hard Luv. Unreleased 33. JRD - Tides. IDO 34. Mark Williams - On The Floor. Hardgroove 35. Dynamic Forces - Parallel. Artscore 36. Centeno - Eoceno. Gordo's Groove 37. Pushmann - Woods. 24/H 38. Altinbas - Venus Ballroom. Token 39. A4  - Poder Esquivar. Feisfois 40. FORUM - Claymore. Emerald 41. Oscar Mulero - Diálogo Con La Realidad. Warm Up 42. MSDMNR - Solutions. MSDMNR 43. Dold - Blush. Mutual Rytm 44. Joton & Lidvall - Polaridad. Newrhythmic 45. Obseth - Mantra. Fanzine 46. R.M.K - Breaky (Vinicius Honorio Rework). Fossil Archive 47. Vertical Spectrum - Mru. Granulart 48. Obseth - Nebula Obseth. Fanzine 49. Border One - Solar Flare. Token 50. Mark Broom & Alexandre Gomez - L&H. Unreleased 51. R.M.K - Tribesmen. Nechto 52. OFF / GRID - Dubwork. Planet Rhythm 53. FAÏG - Time Is Key. Planet Rhythm 54. Oscar Mulero - Escape a Lugar Seguro. Warm Up 55. Casual Treatment - Solaris. Boomstraat 1818 56. Lewis Fautzi - Time And Space. Faut Section 57. Gotshell - Desbaratdos (Ritzi Lee Remix). KR 58. 543ff & Lenson - Violate. PF 59. Gary Martn - Unveiled. Teknotika 60. D-Leria - Buio. Inner Tension 61. Dynamic Forces - Meraki. Artscore 62. Operator - Epiphany. Mord 63. Szmer - Resistance. Kantrasta 64. Kanyon - Fake Funk Finders (Regal86 Remix). 1Kanyon 65. Dimi Angélis - Atoms. Boomstraat 1818 66. Jonas Kopp & Pulso - Transmigración. Semantica 67. Dino Sabatini - Peuceus. Outis 68. Elias. - Data. Treatment 69. Albert van Abbe - And Alice. Formaviva 70. Fergus Sweetland & Nørbak - Bob's Your Uncle. NRBK 71. Mike Parker - Voc-1 Robot. Samurai Music 72. Anthony Rother - 3L3C7RONIC. PSI49NET 73. DJ Godfather - Your Worst Nightmare. Databass 74. Ryan James Ford - Death Awaits (Live Dub). Bluehour

Home Loans Radio 07.13.2024 With That Mortgage Guy Don- RATES ARE DROPPING- And Bob's Your Uncle!

 A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love.by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica

 A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love.by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica

 A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love.by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica

Bob Froese is the Founder of Bob's Your Uncle, an innovative creative agency known for launching global brands and executing high-impact marketing strategies. With over two decades of experience in the advertising industry, Bob has led his company to work with clients like Canon, Mike's Hard Lemonade, and Popeyes. He grew up as a Mennonite in rural Manitoba with no TV, radio, or movie exposure, making his accomplishments in the advertising world all the more remarkable. In this episode… Have you ever imagined disrupting a global event like the Olympics without breaking a rule or launching an unknown brand to compete with giants in the industry? What if someone told you that achieving these feats takes more than traditional marketing tactics? Experienced brand and rebrand practitioner Bob Froese delves into how he turned a small agency into a powerhouse known for its audacious marketing strategies and out-of-the-box creative solutions. He shares how he navigated the challenges of rebranding his company and his approach to building client relations, focusing on a mix of creativity, strategic thinking, and heartfelt connections. Bob reflects on the importance of mentorship in finding one's path and on the strategic reasons behind refining the agency's niche services. In this episode of the Inspired Insider Podcast, Dr. Jeremy Weisz interviews Bob Froese, Founder of Bob's Your Uncle, about how creativity and brand savvy can create disruptive market impacts. Bob weaves stories from his career about the importance of branding, the power of saying ‘no,' and the art of making an impression that lasts decades. He also discusses the challenges and achievements of onboarding new employees and maintaining a culture of innovation within his team.

Episode resources:Learn more about Bob's Your Uncle here.Connect with Bob Froese here.

We learn Bob's Your Uncle, play Double Talk Trivia, & chat with Robert IrvineOn this episode:News (00:00:00)Entertainment Report (00:08:09)The General Store (00:46:13)Fox Good Day & Bizarre Files (01:10:48) Bob's Your Uncle & Targeted Ads (01:25:46)Robert Irvine Calls In & Double Talk Trivia  (01:54:12)Bizarre Files (02:34:04)Hollywood Trash & Music News (02:43:00)Wrap Up (02:58:43) 

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Consoling Auntie: A Farmer's Widow. Auntie Let Me Console You! part 1.A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love. by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica. -

Consoling Auntie: A Farmer's Widow. Auntie Let Me Console You! part 1.A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love. by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica. -

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Consoling Auntie: A Farmer’s Widow. Auntie Let Me Console You! part 1.A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love. by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica. -

In the world of Human Resources, there's no shortage of available content if you're studying the importance of the candidate experience, the onboarding process, and employee engagement. Find the right people, assimilate them quickly and effectively, and constantly seek opportunities to improve or enhance the employee experience. Add to that the "Great Reshuffle" phenomenon, and you have a hiring & retention focus like few times ever before.But...when was the last time you had a strategy session to discuss potential retirees? For that matter, who even discusses "retirement" anymore? Is that still a thing? The days of the gold watch and the pension are now part of nostalgia; formal succession planning is still a critical process, but "Most people spend more time planning a wedding than they do planning retirement." At most companies, the first mention of retirement is when the employee alerts you to the fact and the process of finding a replacement begins in earnest. Donuts in the breakroom, a nice write-up in the newsletter and Bob's Your Uncle.And that's a shame. Did you know there is a 40% increase in depression in the first year of retirement [Institute of Economic Affairs, 2017]? Or that 61% of those in retirement state they mostly/always feel alone [Journal of the American Geriatric Society, 2019]? Suicide rates double, healthcare costs increase and most importantly - "Purpose" is often lost.Meet John Briggs, one of the Managing Partners at Authentica. John and his team have developed a unique program specifically designed to purposefully prepare the retiree for their next phase of life. The program, "Covered Bridge" focuses on an intentional pause (see, there's your title) to prepare the future retiree for life beyond their profession.Get your ears on and give it a listen, won't you? #Hardballer #RideOrDie

In this episode, Lisa and Pete explore a real proverb ("Bob's Your Uncle”) and invent a new one ("Struth! That'll Stick Better Than an Ostrich Intestine.”). Pete Kirkwood is fascinated with the science of well-being, with economics, and with the intersection between the two. That's why he's called The Happitalist. For more about Pete-https://traversecityworkshop.com Lisa Thauvette's background is in education and human development, but she's also an improv ninja. That's why she's called The Tilt Thinker. For more about Lisa-http://www.tiltthink.com/ This podcast is a part of The Boardman Review Podcast Collective in collaboration with Cold Shower Media. For more about The Boardman Review follow the link https://www.theboardmanreview.com. Or, if you're interested in your own podcast, follow the link https://www.coldshowermedia.com to learn how Cold Shower Media can best serve you.

Oh hey! What's happened since last week? Nothing big, right? We're just gonna quietly pick right back up where we left off, with a full-throated defense of "He's Your Uncle, Not Your Dad." It's the second part of Justin and Ryan's review of 1968's Speedway, starring Elvis, Nancy Sinatra and Bill Bixby! Plus, for Song of the Week, Ryan knows "It's Impossible" to put into words just how big Armando Manzanero's original "Somos Novios" is even today, so he focuses in on Elvis's 1972 cover of the English-language version. Then, Justin spotlights an overlooked Otis Blackwell & Winfield Scott cut from the early 60s, "Please Don't Drag That String Around." If you enjoy TCBCast, please consider supporting us with a donation at Patreon.com/TCBCast. If you are unable to support us via Patreon, but want to support us another way, please make sure to leave a positive review or mention our show to another like-minded music history and movie enthusiast. 0:00 Start & Main Topic, Part 2 33:35 SotW: It's Impossible 44:40 SotW: Please Don't Drag That String Around

Justin and Ryan crack open the drinks and sit down in front of the TV for an afternoon of watching race cars drive the same huge oval hundreds of times in a row. They happen to spy Elvis as Steve Grayson, stock car driver, in 1968's Speedway, as voted by our TCBCast Patreon supporters. Co-starring Nancy Sinatra and Bill Bixby among a cast of mid-60s guest stars, including several real stock car/NASCAR drivers, as the last film utilizing (and at times subverting) the typical Elvis movie formula, does it hold up better when isolated from the preceding 10-film slog? What to make of it in contrast to its its closest cousin in Elvis' filmography, 1964's Viva Las Vegas? And how does Justin really feel about "He's Your Uncle, Not Your Dad"? Part 2 next week will feature the conclusion of our review, plus our Songs of the Week. Expect to join us tomorrow (17/2/22) to hear our reactions to the first full trailer for Baz Luhrmann's Elvis biopic. If you enjoy TCBCast, please consider supporting us with a donation at Patreon.com/TCBCast. If you are unable to support us via Patreon, but want to support us another way, please make sure to leave a positive review or mention our show to another like-minded music history and movie enthusiast. Timestamps: 0:00 Start 01:30 News 03:40 Listener Feedback 18:00 Main Topic, Part 1

Shift the energy blahs and bluesInklings ~ Bob's Your UncleShift the energy blahs and blues with this: https://www.irenamiller.co/getcalmNow is the best time to let a little love in your heart . . . and the world will be a better place.Take a look around . . .If you're lookin' down . . .Let a little love in your heart.Inspired by the amazing Annie Lenox song and Love Actually.Here's my special Energy Recipe for shifting the feeling of being outside the circle, not belonging, and looking for your people.Irena' Energy RecipeBob's Your UncleB - Believe. Take a moment to see through another's eyes. Would you talk to someone else the way you talk to yourself . . . Do you offer yourself the same grace that you do others.O - Open to receive the guidance and love that is all around, even if you have a lot of the answers and think you know what to do.B - Become. Embody the energy of love. Loving on yourself sets an energetic tone that ripples out and shows the world how you wish to be treated.And then, Bob's Your Uncle!! You're guaranteed success!Looking for a community to play energy with, check this out: https://www.facebook.com/groups/yogawithirena---------------------------------Irena Miller is an Energy Alchemist + Intuitive Guide. She is the playfulness behind InSight of the Moon, a membership community connecting empaths and harnessing the energies of the Lunar Cycles (https://www.irenamiller.co/insight ). Her joy is introducing you to the experience of living a harmonious, engaged, and free-flowing life! With over 20 years of experience studying and teaching energy and yoga, she still loves to see the light turn on in her students' eyes after a practice. Irena has been featured in Runner's World, Spark People, seen on The Shift Network, Sirius Joy, and has lead retreats and teacher trainings. She is a certified Sekhem-Seichim-Reiki Master and Yoga Instructor at the Experienced-500 hour level with the Yoga Alliance. With time so precious and rare, she will teach you how to leverage your invisible support team and realize that you always have support on this journey if you simply ask. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Hi All, just in time for Christmas,here is my latest HOUSE mix,featuring new and recent vocal releases by Neil Pierce Ft Hanlei,Fuminori Kagajo Ft Pete Simpson, Syren Rivers & CKP Ft Carl H, Steal Vybe Ft Kenny Bobien,Mind State Ft Tess Leah, IQ Musique Ft Ed Ramsey, NDATL Muzik and Terry Hunter Ft Divine Brown,plus deeper grooves by Gabriele Congedo and Pierre Ravan Ft Haldo and a classic from Chantay Savage... enjoy the mix!!Wishing you ALL a very Merry Christmas, and stay safe and well during these unending crazy times xDo You Know HOUSE 2021 #11 - Paul Stuart - 17th December 202101. Arnaud D Ft MissFly - Honey Love (Club Mix)(Makin Moves 2021)02. NDATL Muzik - Won't Stop (KZR Remix) (24 Re-Ups EP)(ndatlmuzik.bandcamp.com 2021)03. Mind State Ft Tess Leah - For You (Ziggy Funk Dub Ride Remix) (Raising Records 2021)04. Syren Rivers & CKP Ft Carl H - More Kisses (Music In Me 2021)05. Fuminori Kagajo Ft Pete Simpson - Feels Like Gold (Club Mix)(Nu Notes Music 2021)06. Yooks Ft Hannah Khemoh - Enough (Original Mix)(Infinity Music Recordings 2021)07. IQ Musique Ft Ed Ramsey - You Got It Girl (Blu Lace Music 2021)08. Pierre Ravan Ft Haldo - Keep The Faith (Original Mix) (SP Recordings 2020)09. Steal Vybe Ft Kenny Bobien - The Dance Floor (Main Mix) (Steal Vybe Music 2021)10. Gabriele Congedo - 1994 (Chico's Brick City Bump)(Bob's Your Uncle 2021)11. Neil Pierce Ft Hanlei - Evolution (Main Mix) (Rhemi Music 2021)12. Chantay Savage - If You Believe (E-Smoove Mix - Paul Stuart Edit)(ID 12" 1992)13. Marc Cotterell Ft Karmina Dai - Rise 'N' Shine (Original)(Plastic People Digital 2021)14. Terry Hunter Ft Divine Brown - Angel (Extended Mix)(Ultra Records 2021)

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Well as this comes out it is Thanksgiving! Time for the family and friends to come together and talk and share in each other's lives for at least a day. Then again it could be you have family that is coming over for several days. We have grandma wondering when you are going to stop being the bachelor or maybe it is your mom who is hounding you to find a girl and settle down. Your Uncle is wanting to share with you his latest conspiracy theory about how the lizard people in the government are using the nasal swab Covid test to mark those who will not comply so they can be rounded up and shot into space to fend for themselves. Maybe you have that cousin who is the family favorite and it looks like they have it all together yet to hear her talk you see that she is so deep in debt she can't see her way out of that hole. The point is that when we get our families together they bring their thoughts and opinions along for the ride. This means that you have liberals and conservatives sitting side by side. You have orthodox with the unorthodox passing bread. You have those that have been radicalized by our colleges making snide comments about how we are actually celebrating the genocide of the Native Americans and our taking over a continent. You have your devout Baptist Grandfather trying to convince your atheist uncle to come to church. This is life and this is family and this is a great scenario to talk about when we look at other peoples opinions We are thinkers Yeah, even your ditzy aunt is actually a thinker. We all are. We all have roughly 40,000-60,000 different thoughts each day. Then add to that mix that everything we have in our lives we have unique and individual thoughts. So your thoughts about a particular topic can never be the same as anybody else. Your thoughts are an opinion of that particular circumstance. Because us humans do like to mix our emotions up with our thinking this can cause many different emotions. You may have someone who likes to troll you while others may feel sorry for you. These are also just thoughts about the current circumstance that is happening. Remember all circumstances are natural, even when someone says, "you are wrong". That is just a circumstance and you have the ability to think whatever thought you want about the matter at hand. Many times when we hear someone else's thoughts we want to apply our own thoughts in the means of interpretation and make what they say mean something to us. When in reality they can mean just that or they can mean something the complete opposite. Then you add the element of emotions to that and now you start to see how things can get messy quickly. Because of our adding emotions to our interpretations we start getting worked up thinking that one relative doesn't like us or our cousin is just wanting the country to burn. When in reality that may be true or that may be nothing more than a thought. What about the truth! The truth that we are talking about is what we believe. A belief is nothing more than a thought we perceive to be true. I have talked a few times about what happens when someone changes religions. Were they wrong the whole time? They may think that but looking at the facts they just changed what they see to be true. It's not wrong. It's just their thoughts shifting with a new set of circumstances. With that, you can see that yeah Aunt Gladys simply believes that the government can control the weather and that there is a secret basement in a pizza parlor in upstate New York state. You can try to provide her with your interpretations of the facts but she can choose to disregard those facts for her own. Does the truth matter? Only to those who wield it. Nobody else cares about what your facts are They have their own. The whole political thing Yeah, you have your opinions about what is happening in your country. You may think some brilliant strides are being made, or you may think that your country is going to hell in a handbasket. Are you right or wrong? Does it matter what I think? No, You can have open and honest discussions about politics and religion. I actually think it is good to have these. I believe we have done our kids a huge disservice because these two topics were often banned from the dining room table. Yeah, some people are going to interpret what you say to mean something different. Yet, that is OK. Now don't take this as a means as to you not jumping into a discussion when it happens. That is the glory of the United States. You can have a different opinion and share it openly if you choose. That is why our country is so great. It is the sharing of different ideas and thoughts that create new ideas. How you can look at opinions Opinions are nothing more than thoughts. When someone gets upset with your ideas you can rest assured that you didn't make them mad or upset. It is their thoughts that have caused them to become angry or sad or even happy. You cant make grandma happy with your actions. She is happy with what she has interpreted your actions to mean. So when your family members get upset about whatever, know that they are not angry at you. They may direct it at you but it's not your actions. They are reacting to your actions. This goes for every aspect of life. When someone chooses to get angry at something you said, most often it is because they had an involuntary thought of what you said. Then they are choosing to react instead of responding to that thought.

S3E30 Midweek BONUS Feed! - A Grandma & her grand-daughter are out of a place to stay when the hotel manager read her lame review online. And after making a delivery, a DoorDash Delivery Driver Dropped her DooDoo. Traffic jams are common in CA but not because of this. Plus, there's more stupid examples of humanity like these: A Pair of American Tourists Broke into the Colosseum to Have a Beer; Parents Sue School District Over Letting Students Change Name, Pronouns Without Parental Consent; Staring at Screens Too Much Has Caused Half of Us to Skip Work or School/Signs Your Screen Time Is Out of Control; Your Drunkest Family Member at Holiday Parties Will Be...Your Uncle; A Cop Tried to Break Up a Bar Fight, & a Woman Bit His Ear Off; SUV Slams into Home, Impales 2nd Floor with Traffic Sign. And there's more headline hilarity with the "Insane Week In Review" as well as our weekly winners of the "Genius Awards" for stupendous stupidty! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/eriklane/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/eriklane/support

At the table this week, the guys discuss: (5:59 ) 360 Deal with RNC Radio Family (8:44) Rant with O'Shea: MAGA post still exists? (18:07) Your Uncle hides $5 Million with you today, then dies tomorrow. Are you sharing? (33:07) Would you rather be early to work or leave late? (45:40) You have five magical tokens; how do you spend them? (59:20) Would you rather have sex with two little people or with two tall women? Social: @thebltpod  Email: theblteu@gmail.com Thanks for your love and support! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/theblt/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/theblt/support

This week Shauna and Dan get near the bottom of this elusive phrase. Bob's Your Uncle has several origin stories, but there's always been a missing link between the most popular story and the first time it could be verified in print. Well, until now. Check out this breaking news in the world of 130-year-old phrases! #BunnyTrails Copyright 2021 by The Readiness Corner, LLC - All Rights Reserved

Here's one theory about the origin from Wikipedia: The origins are uncertain, but a common theory is that the expression arose after Conservative Prime Minister Robert Gascoyne-Cecil, 3rd Marquess of Salisbury ("Bob") appointed his nephew Arthur Balfour as Chief Secretary for Ireland in 1887, an act of nepotism, which was apparently both surprising and unpopular. Whatever other qualifications Balfour might have had, "Bob's your uncle" was seen as the conclusive one. Salisbury is widely believed to be the Uncle Bob that the expression refers to. "Bob's your uncle" is said to derive from the supposed nepotism of Lord Salisbury, in appointing a favorite nephew, Arthur Balfour, to several political posts in the 1880s. "Bob's your uncle" is an exclamation that is used when everything is alright and the simple means of obtaining the successful result is explained. Here in America, we'd say, "a piece of cake" or "easy as pie." But I rather prefer, "And Bob's your uncle." Today's episode was prompted by something that happened one year ago. I recorded the event on my personal Facebook page. Here's what I wrote. Grandson #3 (Easton) and grandson #4 (Cason) went with us to see my parents yesterday. On the ride home Easton sees something and the obsession begins. It's the little marking on the side pillars of the car indicating that there's a side curtain airbag. He's reading out the letters and asking, "What does that say?" All the letters are capitalized though, presenting a new challenge for his reading skills. From the backseat he's announcing the letters. "S, L, D, E, C, U, R, T..." No break or pause, just reading the letters in straight succession. I quickly realize the problem. The L isn't an L. It's a capital "i." Me: "That doesn't spell anything. S,L,D aren't the first letters to anything." Easton: "Yes, it is. That's what it says, S, L, D, E, C, U...(he goes on to announce every letter for the umpteenth time)." Me: "That says, 'Bob's your uncle." Easton: "No, it doesn't. Bob's your uncle doesn't start with S." Me: "Sure it does." Easton: "No, Bob's your uncle doesn't start with S." Me: "What does 'Bob's your uncle start with?" Easton: "B." Me: "Very good." Me: "That second letter isn't an L, it's an "i." Easton: "But it doesn't have a dot." Me: "It's a capital i. All those letters are capitalized." Easton: "But it's S, L, D, E..." (again reciting every single letter) Me: "It says, 'Side Curtain Airbag." (I go on to explain what that is) Then comes a 10-minute conversation on how those airbags deploy. And I interject "Bob's your uncle" some more along the way. Me: "When the airbags come out they say, 'Bob's your uncle' on them." Easton: "But I've never seen them say, 'Bob's your uncle.'" Me: "Because you've never seen airbags. They don't come out until you crash the car. You never want to see 'Bob's your uncle' unless you crash." To add confusion, Rhonda inserts, "Cale is YOUR uncle." Easton: "Then why does it say, 'Bob's your uncle?" Me: "To let you know the airbags are out. And uncle Cale answers to, 'Bob.'" This goes on for about 5 more minutes with Easton growing increasingly skeptical. Rhonda finally tells him I'm "pulling his leg." Of course, that means she has to explain what that phrase means. Easton: "I thought so. I knew it didn't say, 'Bob's your uncle.'" Now, I'm Googling for Bob's Your Uncle t-shirts in kid's sizes! I'm also coaching him to call Cale "Bob" the next time he sees him! I smile every time I think of that car ride. I wish Bob was my uncle, but I do have a cousin named Bob. Easy peasy. That's our hokey American equivalent. Much less clever than, "And Bob's you're uncle." That's that. Kinda sorta the same thing. I don't know if the story is the correct origin of the saying, but I hope so because that makes it funnier to me. Some ner-do-well fella gets a high position and everybody stands around questioning, "Who? Who? Who got it?

This week, Justin & Gurdip dig into a little bit of information on Elvis' attendance at a Juneteenth celebration night at Libertyland in Memphis on June 19, 1956, and then look at his chart placement with "Heartbreak Hotel" and "I Want You I Need You I Love You" among his peers on the R&B best sellers chart from three days earlier, June 16. Gurdip's right at home listening to classics by Little Richard, Clyde McPhatter and Fats Domino, but Justin reveals to Gurdip's dismay that he's not the biggest fan of one of the singles featured on the chart. Then, for Song of the Week, Gurdip keeps the early rock & roll theme going by highlighting Elvis' live cover of Chuck Berry's country-influenced smash "Maybelline." Justin, meanwhile, goes in the complete opposite direction and makes perhaps the strongest case ever made for the oft-maligned "Speedway" cut "He's Your Uncle, Not Your Dad," including an in-depth lyrical breakdown of all its references. You will not find a more thorough analysis of this song anywhere else but TCBCast, we can definitely promise you that. Whether that's a good thing remains to be seen. Featured Songs of the Week: Gurdip: Maybelline Justin: He's Your Uncle, Not Your Dad

Your Uncle gets into the day and age that is right in front of us. Tackling something called Group Attribution Error. This one is heady and in the end just be kind. Give it a listen and follow Unc @unclebaer_ on instagram and this podcast @securitytoday podcast! ChitChat: https://ipvm.com/reports/acs-sell-2020 Product Highlight: https://www.sdmmag.com/articles/98743-paxton-solution-supports-covid-19-secure-sites Meat: https://www.securitymagazine.com/articles/93517-group-attribution-error-the-most-pervasive-and-potentially-consequential-threat-of-our-day --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/security-today/support

This week we celebrate seasonal slaying, come to grips with a British serial strangler, & talk grief and grandparents as we review Justin G. Dyck's, Anything for Jackson. Want even more? Join the Frightday Society, at http://society.frightday.com You'll have access to all Screamium content (Behind the Screams, It's Been a Weird Week, A Conversation With..., Toast to Toast PM with Wine Kelly, Cinema Autopsy, the Writers' Room, bonus episodes of Captain Kelly's Cryptids & Conspiracies, Byron's Serial Corner, and so much more!  You'll also be part of our interactive community dedicated to the advancement of horror, hauntings, cryptids, conspiracies, aliens, and true crime. All things frightening.  Keep our mini-fridges full of blood...I mean...not blood...normal things that people drink...by going to http://shop.frightday.com Theme music by Cemeteries Produced by Byron McKoy Follow us in the shadows at the following places: @byronmckoy @samfrightday @kellyfrightday @frightday http://frightday.com http://facebook.com/groups/frightday http://instagram.com/frightday http://facebook.com/ffrightdayy   John Christie Transcript: -December, 1939 In the days approaching christmas, as a bitter cold whispered outside ,a family sat around the breakfast table. Bacon, scrambled eggs, toast. The father sat hunched over the day’s newspaper, filling out a puzzle. Mother at the stove, stirring eggs in a pan. A quiet lull in conversation was shattered with a question. Something that’s on the minds of most kids during this time of year, even today! ...Christmas presents.   “Hey, Dad. I’ll bet you’ll never guess what I got you for Christmas”. The old man, breaking his gaze, cocked his head back, towards the ceiling with a look of desperation on his face, “A new furnace”. An ironic wisecrack that was well received by the room due to his reputation for being one of the most feared furnace-fighters in Northern Indiana. With only mere minutes left before being forced to leave the table for school, the oldest son, on tenterhooks about what he would say next, could feel the Christmas noose beginning to tighten. A question that both excited and terrified him was shot in his direction. “What would you like for Christmas?” -Now...what he said in response certainly wasn’t important. The request was met with reasonable resistance, you may hurt yourself, or something like that. And although slightly more somber, breakfast continued, and the old man went out to start the family car. An Oldsmobile. But something was wrong...during the night, the vehicle had frozen up.  While filling up a large pot with warm water, the father turned, and shushed his family. Beyond the quiet sounds of a radio, he heard something. It was coming from the basement… A vent whose purpose is to provide invisible comfort and warmth, was emitting something much uglier. A cloud of black smoke creeped in, like an unwanted guest, as the sounds downstair grew louder. ”It’s a clinker!” The father grabbed his gloves, and stepped into the basement, a black cloud welcoming him, patting his back on the way down.  13 years after the fictionalized events that i’ve just described, based on the semi-autobiographical accounts of Jean Shepherd originally published in Playboy magazine in the mid-1960’s, made famous by the Bob Clark holiday classic , ”A Christmas Story, and almost 4000 miles away, on the other side of the pond, a string of unfortunate events would transpire over five days in December, 1952 -that when dissipated, would leave between 10,000 and 12,000 residents dead -100,000 more sick   -Citizens strangled by the exhaust of poor fuel meant to keep them warm -capped by a weather anomaly  -which filled the city faster than A Christmas Story kitchen.   -And surviving inside this tragedy, a soft spoken, tall, thin, pathetic man  -who had been luring women into his home under the guise of assistance -had been doing some strangling of his own..   -and it’s at this point i’d like to recognize my sources  -and tell y’all...I fucked up. -For a while now, i’ve been wanting to read Kate Winkler Dawson’s book -”Death in the Air: The True Story of a Serial Killer, the Great London Smog, and the Strangling of a City” -that the New York Times calls “Deeply researched and densely atmospheric -I did read that book, and it do agree.    -and although a little tedious in it’s structure, i enjoyed it quite a bit. -The author does a wonderful job painting a picture of London -just on the heels of the 2nd world war   -what it was like to be a first responder during this killer fog. -police desperately trying to keep up with transportation accidents -and crime under the cover poisonous clouds -doctors blindly shuffling door to door -overwhelmed hospitals, packing in patients   -accounts of people, stuck inside their homes -family members struggling to breathe -doctors saying “this person needs to be hospitalized” -but there are no beds left -and even so, there’s no way to transport them -HOWEVER...It’s that deeply researched part that posed a problem. -I didn’t expect to learn so much about coal...and parliament...regulation… -All very interesting content, and I will share a little bit about what I learned -but this is supposed to be a one part episode for Christmas. -Over the last two weeks, I could have booked us up for over a month.    -There was even a point where I was gonna take a detour and talk about why freakin Santa gives nautghy folks coal.  -which led me to La Befana, an italian witch  -as well as Sinterklaas’s assistant in German and Dutch folklore, Zwarte Piet (Zwar-tah, Pete) -or “Black Pete -an extremely controversial “boogyman” figure that in recent years has caused quite a stir -after neo-nazi groups have started violently defending their “right” to dawn the traditional costume of -red lips, curly black wigs, blackened faces, and a ministerial-like costume… -We’ll save that for next year   -But of course...this is Byron’s serial corner.  -and although this particular fog did kill thousands...if you think about it… -it’s really more of a spree killer…   -SO...with all that said...the focus of my report tonight will be on the life, and deaths attributed to a real pitiful piece of shit named John Reginald Halliday Christie     -and  -Kelly, I hate to give you the collywobbles right before Christmas -who am I kidding, I love it   -but as an apology, I will remind and allow you to use British phrases like, bollocks, wanker -and even the Frightday Classic, “Bob’s Your Uncle”, whenever you feel necessary  -Merry Christmas  -John Reginald Christie  -Know to most as “Reg” -came into this world on April 8th, 1899 -near Hallifax, in Northern England -to Mary Hannah & Ernest Christie -He was raised with 5 sisters and one brother, in a working-class household.    -Mary was a sweet woman, -however, her husband was not. -He was cold, strict, quiet, and although he didn’t drink -rare within my research  -he was prone to physical and verbal abuse.    -Every Sunday he would march his family 5 miles to church -and i do mean march. Shoulders back, and arms swinging    -Reg respected his father, but feared him.  -One story in Death in the Air recalls a story shared about a beating received after being accused of stealing tomatos (which he didn’t even like) -Once his mother convinced Ernest otherwise, Reg was telling the truth, he was given a shilling for his trauma.   -When Reg turned 8, his Grandfather David Halliday passed away -While seeing the body laid out in preparation for the funeral, he became captivated.  -A once powerful man has seemingly lost that appearance -Now nothing more than a body -This experience changed him forever. -he later recalled “You would expect that for a little boy this would be a terrible experience. For me it was not. I was not frightened, worried, or perturbed in the slightest. I looked at the corpse with a strange pleasant thrill”   -At age 11, he was granted a scholarship to Halifax Secondary School, -He was a bright kid that excelled in math. -A very detailed student.  -the kind of person that tinkered with clocks for fun... -It was later determined that he had an IQ of 128.    -which led me down a road, and I’m sorry for a tangent this early -the average IQ is between 90 and 110 -I had always assumed that the more prolific serial killers would have a high IQ -but in my digging...it’s really all over the board…   ON THE HIGH END -not a surprise -Ted Kaczynski  167 -Andrew Cunnan 147 -Ed Kemper 145 -Dahmer 145 -Bundy 136   HIGHISH -Gacy 118 -Kenneth Bianchi 116 -David Berkowitz 115   BUT, a majority of serial killers have an IQ in the 90s or below. -Henry Lee Lucas was a dumb dumb (89) -Robert Pickton was a dumb dumb (86) -Gary Ridgeway (which surprises me) not smart (82) -Otis Toole (no surprise here) double dumb (75)   -and the way killers kill, actually says a lot about how smart they are -on average (and keep in mind, there’s not a lot of data here, so it feels a little skewed) -but bombers have the highest IQs -followed by stranglers assisted by guns or bludgeoning instruments   -poisoners  -solo strangulation -stabbers -Shooters -strangle assisted by stabbing  -and at the bottom, with IQs in the 80s and 70s  -are all variations of bludgeoning -which makes sense, i suppose....   -Anyway, this smart little boy proved himself a skilled athlete,  -was a boy scout, even an assistant scout leader eventually.  -but was nervous, and awkward, even from an early age. -he was scared of the dark -and even as an adult, was easily spooked...frequently from bad dreams -which gives me great joy -y’all need to see a picture of this dork in the show notes of this episode at frightday.com   -After leaving school on 22 April 1913, he began a job as an assistant projectionist. -a profession for artistic cool people, or creeps -and i did forget to mention Reg loved photography  -It’s an odd venn diagram….   -Reg’s coming-of-age didn’t go great.  -His thoughts on sex and violance were already getting jumbled up -Being raised in such a strict religious home, with a majority of women around,  -he denied ever engaging in “the sin of self-pleasure”,  -but claimed he caught a brief glimpse of his sister’s stocking top, and this thrill, brought about “strange feelings”.   -However, much like many serial killers, this crossing of wires causes “issues” with physical intimacy.  -One day, 16 year old Reg and two of his blokes went to a place known as “Monkey Run”.  -a lover’s lane of sorts in Savile Park.  -The boys paired up with some girls, and went down the lane to “love”. -Still a virgin, Reg was with someone he later described as “a mill girl of loose morals” -While his friends successfully scored, he struggled... -trembling with his limp penis in his hand as the girl mocked him.   -Reg’s account was a little different “I remember that we kissed and cuddled, but i heard later she told my friends i was “slow””   -A week later, the same girl slept with his friend, and she very publicly compared the two…   -A school word spread, giving him the nickname “Can’t do it Christie” and “Reggie No-Cock” -which a later autopsy would confirm...his dick was fine. Normal size.    -”All my life since I have had this fear of appearing ridiculous as a lover” he would later admit -This is where his need to be in complete control during sex started. -It’s also at this time he became increasingly hypochondriac, prone to hysteria, -we’ll talk more about that soon.   -Still, he would spend his cree time hanging out at pubs. -even through he never drank -Only talking to women. -He was playing the part of a good moral young man, while secretly obsessing over sex and death.    -On September 19th, 1916, two years into World War 1 -originally know as World War -Reg enlisted in 52nd Nottingham & Derbyshire Signal Corp -he was a signalman.  -During his 16 months of service, he was reprimanded twice for sneaking off-base to find sex-workers. -this would become a habit for Reg, as he could usually pay enough for them to do whatever he asked.   -But he saw more than just woman. This was the time of trench warfare, and he was in the thick of it.  -Shells exploding all around him.  -bodies of his buddies rotting around him.  -On June 28th, 1918 -A mustard gas shell exploded near him, knocking him unconscious as the gas crept around him.  -somehow he survived, but he was not alright.    -The gas left him blind for five months, and unable to speak for over three years,  -leaving him with a permanent, soft, whiney voice.  -...or so HE says. -Military medical records state that he had no major symptoms of exposure (blisters on skin or in throat or lungs) -and had no injury to his eyes. -He was diagnosed with Functional aphonia (acute voice loss) -but it wasn’t from the gas...it was from fright -He was hospitalized for 32 days, and treated for laryngitis...then told to go home.   -and on October 22nd, 1919, he did.  -where he quickly got a job at Sutcliffe’s Woolen Mill so he could pay for more sex-workers.  -However, soon found real love or something like that in a woman named Ethel Simpson. -The daughter of a rug designer...I believe. -i wrote this part at 1am, and couldn’t find where i read that. -By all accounts she seemed to be a good woman, from a good family.   -The two married on May 10th, 1920, just months after meeting. -But married life didn’t come naturally to Reg.  -not much did -His visits with sex-workers continued and escolated  -he was unable to get pregnant with Ethel -and disappointing his parents with his failings, he was disowned -They separated after four years, when Christie moved to London and Ethel lived with relatives. -but reconciliation was not far out.    -I’m gonna yadda, yadda some of the next ten-ish years of his life -not to minimize his crimes, but because I would rather focus on the lives of the people he eventually took.  -As a quick summary, over the next decade, Reg would be in and out of prison for  -3 months for stealing packages while he was a mailman -9 months for theft -6 months hard labor for assaulting a prostitute -he hit her over the head with a cricket bat -blood everywhere, he shoved his fingers down her throat when she screamed for help -it was awful -There were other assaults he was suspected of, but never charged for   -he was however given 3 months for stealing a laurie -did you forget about the slang offer, kelly?  -that’s a car.   -While inside, Reg met a priest who convinced him to change his ways.  Which of course he didn’t -This is when he asked for Ethel back.  -and since she very much still loved him, she moved to London to be with him.  -They soon remarried, and in December of 1938, the couple moved into a small, ground floor flat,  -at an address soon to be infamous -10 Rillington Place in the Ladbroke Grove neighbourhood of Notting Hill -A cheaply constructed three-story brick building in a low income area -the train was so close to the building it was “deafening”    -Obviously not cut out for war. when WWII did happen,  -Reg did a good job of playing the part of a good citizen, joining the Police Force -as a volunteer war reserve officer -The power and control over people was exhilarating   -He would follow women and take notes.  -spy on neighbors -he became almost fanatical about upholding the law,  -and he eventually got the nickname, "the Himmler of Rillington Place."    -Reg was there for a while -but he resigned in 1943 after the affair he was having with co-worker was interrupted by her real soldier husband, who beat him up.    -Ya see, his bad behavior never stopped.  -right after he got out of prison the last time, he went right back to visiting sex-workers -escalating his fantasies, more and more violent and disgusting    -His hypochondria had progressed as well   -Sometime in 1938, Reg was hit by a car while riding his bike -As if he wasn’t already primed to be a serial killer, he injured his head -among other things.   -This impacted his life significantly, leaving him more concerned about his health -not leaving the house as often.  -His ailments would become more clear in the subsequent years.  -Fibromyalgia, headaches, hemorrhoids, and nervous diarrhea -As things progressed, he would claim to be unable to lay down for extended periods of time -a combination of enteritis, and extreme back pain would leave him unable to bend at the waist -do anything at all really. -or so he claimed… -and this is where I wanna say, I know many folks out there are struggling with invisible illnesses -I don’t really even want to speculate further with what Reg Christie did have -but I do wanna make fun of his diarrhea -and whether or not he was actually sick -I am glad he was in pain, because of the awful things he did later.    -Between 1937 and 1952, Reg Christie made 174 visits to a man named Dr Matthew Odess -one of my favorite stories of his ailments was when he approached Odess with a particularly bad case of enteritis… -The Doctor recommended a starvation diet of only milk, toast, and barley water. ...so lactose, gluten, and more grain? -Back home his sweet wife had prepared him a big glass of barley water -but slipped, and spilt it all over him.  -wet, in pain, and starving    -That night however...while lying in bed, the couple heard a loud thud from the flat above them. -something like a flour sack hitting the floor.  -They got our of bed, and went to the window.  -silence. then more moving -It sounded like moving heavy furniture... -at least...that’s what they would soon tell the police.    -In April of 1948, Timothy Evans and his then pregnant wife, Beryl, moved into the top-floor flat at 10 Rillington Place -6 months later, they gave birth to a daughter, Geraldine.    -Tim was a working-class guy. A van driver for a food company.  -Not terribly smart. -Due to health problems as a child, he missed much school,  -and would go on to say he couldn’t write, or read beyond comics. -He was known to embellish, and boast to boost his self-esteem.  -The marriage wasn’t a good one. Neighbors noted hearing heated arguments. -Beryl kept a messy house full of dirty diapers, and spoiled food -She wasn’t great with money either.  -but Tim was an abusive drunk who was having an affair with a 15 or 16 year old girl….so….   -Things got even worse for the Evans family, when Beryl found out she again, was pregnant.  -She immediately said she didn’t want to have the baby,  -that they couldn’t afford the added cost, and she couldn’t handle the stress. -Also, their relationship was shit   -but of course abortion wasn’t legal in London at the time.  -and anyway, Tim coming from a religious home, was staunchly against the idea.    -However, this didn’t stop Beryl from trying.  -popping mystery tablets, and attempted to douche  -Saying she’d rather die than have another baby.  On November 30th 1949 -Reg opened his front door to see three police officers struggling to pry up the drain cover underneath his front bay window.  -They asked when was the last time he saw Beryl Evans and her child…   -150 miles away, Timothy was in a jail cell in South Wales -The day before he had turned himself in, confessing to the murder of both his wife and young daughter.    -and what he admitted during interrogation does change a couple times -The first time detectives walked through his account -which they had to write down due to his inability to write -took almost two hours to tell.  -it was extremely detailed. Too detailed.  -That his 3 month pregnant wife had been injecting herself in the vagina with a strange mixture -when that didn’t work, was popping tablets.  -That she started looking ill. -When Beryl threatened to kill herself and this born child. -He didn’t believe she would follow through, so he went to work -During his deliveries, he claimed to have met a man at a diner, who gave him an abortion pill. -When he came home, he told Beryl the story.  -She found the pill while searching his pockets for a cigarette -The next day, Tim returned home from work to find her dead, on the bed.  -He fed the baby, waited up till 2AM, and slipped her body into the drain -went back upstairs and smoked a cigarette.    -Over the next few days, he “got the baby looked after”, quit his job, sold his furniture.  -He returned to his parents home, claiming that his wife and daughter were on holiday   -But this confession didn’t see right. He seemed detached.  -couldn’t follow up on details.    -and back at 10 Rillington Place, once the drain was finally pried open… -it smelled wet and rotten...but there was no bodies.    -Upon hearing the news, detectives pressed Tim again, whose story quickly changed.  -”I said that to protect a man named Christie” -”It’s not true about the man in the diner either I’ll tell you the truth now”.    -And this second statement...oooh it’s not good for Reg.   -A week before Beryl died, Red had Tim over for a chat.  -The pregnancy, and the pills came up, and Reg responded. -”If you or your wife had come to me in the first place, i could have done it for you without any risk.”   -Confused, Reg reassured Tim that he had learned a thing or two about practicing medicine in the war.  -that he had helped woman with unwanted pregnancies before.  -but that 1 in 10 women wouldn’t survive -After much discussion, the Evans had decided to take Reg up on his offer.  -The day of the procedure, Tim returned home from work, and was met by Reg at the base of the stairs. -”Go upstairs and i’ll follow behind” -On the bed, Beryl was wrapped in blankets, dead.  -Upon closer look, Tim noted: “I could see that she was dead and that she had been bleeding from the mouth and nose and that she had been bleeding from the bottom part” -Reg said that he would dispose of the body and would make arrangements for a couple from East Acton to look after Geraldine.    -The last time he saw Beryl, was Reg carrying her body down the stairs.    -a these conflicting statements would come to haunt Tim Evans -and Reg Christie    -During the investigation, the Christie’s were extremely helpful.  -Recalling the bickering, even a time that Beryl said Tim tried to strangle her. -that she wanted to leave, but was scared.    On December 2nd, 1949,  -Three days after Tim confessed, another search was conducted.  -The focus was washouse with a stuck lock, which Ethel helped open  -Inside, a woodpile walled in the corner of the sink. -Behind was a something wrapped almost like a package -A green tablecloth, wrapped around a blanket, tied tightly with a  thick cord.  -Behind the door was a much smaller package.  -Beryl and Gerildine were found.  -The cause of death for both was strangulation. -Beryl with an undetermined cord from behind -Gerildine still had a striped tie around her neck.   -When presented with this evidence, Tim’s statement changed again -He had strangled his wife because she was causing him to go into debt. “In a fit of temper i grabbed a piece of rope from a chair which i had brought home off my van and strangled her with it” -The baby was strangled because it wouldn’t stop crying.   -The details of his confession seemed to match the evidence, so when taken to trial that’s what the prosecution focused on.  -But remember, this confession was always dictated by someone other than himself -and signed without reading it. -There’s also the possibility of coercion, as he once mentioned being afraid the cops would rough him up if he didn’t say the right thing…   -but Tim had a history of violence -the stress of the pregnancy -the neighbors had heard them fighting  -Beryl had told Ethel Christie about the prior strangulation.    -10 days after the murder, Reg visited Dr Odess complaining of pain in the left lumbar muscles of his back. -saying it was caused not by stress, but by physical strain, having lifted something heavy. -The trail was set for January 11th, 1950. -Under british law, a suspect could only be tried for one murder at a time, -so senior counsel CHRISTMS HUMPHREYS figured that the strangulation of his would be a more likely conviction.   -The trial wasn’t covered much by the press. They dubbed it “fish and chippy” -A dull double-murder. -During the trial it was revealed that Beryl was indeed pregnant -16 weeks with a boy -Also more details of her condition.  -There was swelling on her right eye and mouth.  -her lip was actually touching her nose.  -She had bruising and scarring on the walls of her vagina  -most likely due to self inflicted abortion attempts.  -...it’s very likely that she was raped and this was overlooked by a medical examiner  -They neglected to take a vagina swab because they knew it was the husband.   -It came out in trail that Tim had an IQ of less than an Otis Toole -65, with a mental age of an 11-year-old.   -Tim withdrew his confession, saying that the 2nd was indeed the truth -that Reg Christie had killed his wife.  -but most everyone considered the story too wild to be true.   -The Christies were key witnesses for the prosecution, -denying everything and pointing to the dysfunctional relationship of their neighbors.  -I mean, how could the feeble Reg carry a body downstairs?   -The Defense tried to bring up Reg’s criminal past, but his redemption story was convincing.  -Although there was a handful of evidence that could have cleared Tim -a timecard, other witnesses,  it was all omitted -or never shown to the jury.    -The trial only lasted 3 days, and The jury took just forty minutes to convict him. -Reg wept at the verdict.    -On March 9th, 1950, Timothy Evans was hanged by the neck until dead. -If only police would have looked harder during that second search,  -maybe they would have found the two bodies buried in the small shared garden at 10 Rillington Place -possibly even the human femur being used to prop a portion of the fence up.    -At this point in preparing my report, it’s 4AM, and i’ve realized that even though I prefaced it all with a warning that I had maybe taken on too much for one episode -I continue to fuck myself by digging deeper into details -the opposite of what Reg did when disposing of two corpses that we’ll talk about in a minute.  -I might need to cut the fog talk even more… -which makes that extended A Christmas Story coal segway up top even less significant... -so I apologize, once again.  -Merry Christmas    (First Victim) -Ruth Fuerst  -a slender, short, dark haired, olive skinned woman with deep brown eyes shaped live ovals -had a tough life.    -She was Austrian, and in 1939, at 17 was separated from her parents -As a half-Jewish woman, she fled to while she still could. -A year later, she was forced into an internment camp on the Isle of Man -She was troubled over what happened to her parents -fearing they had died in the concentration camps -it was later discovered they had safely immigrated to New York City -She had a baby girl with a Greek waiter that was immediately given up for adoption.  -Ruth eventually found herself barely making ends meet in London. -She was bright, but shy, and bordered on depressed.  -Keeping jobs was a struggle as she had poor work ethic, was frequently absent -and would quit with short notice, -She could never seem to develop strong friendships, but appreciated male attention -She would frequent a place called David Griffin’s Refreshment Room -a place where she met a distinguished vetrean and war reserve police officer.  -in August of 1943.   -He became a frequent client of hers -and the two would have sex while he taking a break during patrol -Sometimes even at his home. -In late August, after expressing that she may want something more than just a sexual relationship with Reg, he welcomed her into his bed -later recalling “The poor girl did not dream she was walking into the room of her death”. -While they were having sex, things escilated. -He reached over and grabbed a piece of rope from the side of the bed -wrapped it around her neck, pulling tight, and killing ruth.  -Suddenly, there was a knock at the door -a boy passed Reg a note informing him that his wife, who was out of town visiting her bother -would be home soon.  -Reg pulled up the floorboard of his front room, and briefly hid the corpse underneath. -the next day, while his wife was out, he moved Ruth to the washhouse. -and that night, at around 10PM, he excused himself, telling his wife he had to use the bathroom -one that had shared between the entire building -but instead, he used this time away to dig a shallow grave in the shared garden -later commenting that the neighbors watched him digging -that they gave him nods and cheerios. The greeting not the cereal  -But Ruth wouldn’t be alone in that garden for long.   -While working at Ultra Electric Ltd, a factory in northwest London, Reg noticed her right away. -Muriel Amelia Eady -an assembly line worker who made plane parts during the war.   -He began working on his second victim almost immediately -asking her to have tea with him -When she responded with reluctance, he changed his invitation to tea at his home -with his wife. -They would become fast friends -and would frequent movies. -but Reg never stopped looking for a time to strike -In October, 1944 -as the smokey fog started sticking, he noticed Muriel’s persistent cough  “I have something that can cure that” -he said, elaborating that he had medical training from the war.  -She agreed to visit his home for treatment.    -Reg would consider this his “clever” murder. “Much cleverer than the first” -Using a mask, tubing, and a jar, he build a breathing treatment apparatus. -Punching two holes in the lid of the jar. -one for each tube. -the first led from the mask to the jar, which contained steaming water infused with Friar’s Balsam -the second tube was much longer, and connected to the gas pipe behind his stove.   -On October 7th, Muriel arrived for her appointment.  -She sat in the kitchen, and slipped on the mask -seemingly unaware of the second tube -a scarf was placed over her head to keep the steam around longer -and the gas was turned on. -Soon, she went unconscious. -Reg laid Murial on the bed,  -strangled her with her stockings -then raped her body -After a brief period on the washhouse -she joined Ruth in the garden. -Over the years, Reg lost track of where exactly the bodies were, -once he drove a shovel into the neck of a skeleton, separating Murial’s skull. -he threw it into a bombed out house nearby, where it was soon found by some kids   -His illness intensified and subsisted -usually getting worse around his acts of violence   -but in the winter of 1952, as one of the worst “pea-soupers” in London history rolled in -Reg Christie was planning on killing again.    -London has long suffered air quality issues -dating back to the 13th century -in 1257, in Nottingham, the burning of sea coal inside the castle filled it with a smoke so thick -that it forced Queen Eleanor to leave -fifteen years later, Edward the 1st banned it’s use -threatening to tortue and kill anyone who used it. -But citizens continued burning, even after someone was executed.  -They simply couldn’t afford wood to burn.   -The burning of this seacoal admits higher concentrations of sulfur dioxide, carbon dioxide, and nitric oxide.  -and in the 1600s, it was attributed to rickets that affected half of the populations children.   -During WWII however, London used their pollution problem to their advantage -creating a smokescreen to make targets harder to hit.   -After the war, the production of coal was one of the only profitable industries that England had to offer.  -but they didn’t keep the high quality coal for themselves.  -Instead they sold their citizens a mixture of powdered coal, peppered with nuggets called “Nutty Lack” -However inefficient: -creating less heat, and more smoke, -this is what Londoners burnt.   -During the colder months, they became accustomed to the frequent dense, stinking fogs -yellow, green clouds that became known as, again, “pea-soupers”    -But on December 4th, 1952, an huge anticyclone, that stretched from Spain to Germany -moved over a windless-london. -causing a temperature inversion -which happens to us quite often in the valley we live in.  -Cold air trapped below a lid of warm air.  -As temperatures dropped, factories continued pumping exhaust -and more and more coal was fed into furnaces across london -filling the city with a fog, dense with full of soot, sulfur, carbon dioxide, and nitric oxide   -This event would last five days, take the lives of over 10,000 -sickening 100,000 more. -and again, if you want to know exactly what this experience was like -definitely grab a copy of Death in the Air -very descriptive account from many perspectives    -Nonetheless while this was happening...Reg had an epiphany…   -He didn’t very much like his job, his home...or his wife.  -On December 6th, he quit his decent job at the British Roads Services -saying he had lined up a better job in Sheffield -and that his wife didn’t feel safe in their neighborhood anymore -at the time, there was an influx of immigrants from the west indies  -and much like in the US at the time -everyone were disgusting racists -Landlords would hang signs on their buildings declaring “no coloreds”   -Recently a man named Charles Brown -Not that one, but an immigrant from Jamaica had purchased their building -and started allowing all renters.    -Reg disliked this cultural shift very much...  -The claimed the new tenets would laugh loudly and cook food that smelled disgusting.  -That the women would spit in the halls -Charlie accused the Christies of causing the conflict.  -Even more concerning, he was planning on excavating the garden to flatten it out.  -A lawyer was hired, and this paused Charlie’s plans.   -But there was no new job. -No move to Sheffeld planned -and a few days after the Great Smog of London lifted  -Ethel Christie was strangled with a stocking while she layed in her bed.  -She remained their for 3 days,  -the stocking still around her neck -a makeshift diaper beneath her -until Reg could no longer bear sleeping next to her   -With the garden near capacity, he again pulled up the floorboards -making this a more permanent hiding place.   -Before hammering the boards down, he took of her ring -and snipped off some of her public hairs as a memento.    -Over the next several days, Reg wrote letters to relatives saying she was too sick to write them for the Holidays  -but not to worry.  -He sent several gifts from “Ethel and Reg”   -Neighbors were told that Ethel had gone to Sheffield, and that he would follow shortly, -A smell was noticed, and Reg was seen sprinkling his house and garden with disinfectants   -In January, a still jobless Reg sold all the furniture in the flat, along with a watch, and his wife’s ring. -He forged her signature and emptied their bank account.  -Reg was sleeping on a mattress on the floor. -he had three chairs, and was using one as a table. -a serious case of the post holiday season blues   -While out one day, he bumped into a woman looking for a place to rent.  -He invited her to look at his place, but was disappointed when she showed up with her husband -Etherway, they agreed to take Reg’s place, and paid him 3 months rent in advance  -He euthanised his cat and dog -borrowed a suitcase from the couple, and moved on on March 20th.    -Not even one day after moving in, Charlie Brown informed this couple that they had no right to be there -and kicked them out.  -which money aside, they were happy to go. The place stunk.    -With the flat empty, the landlord allowed an upstairs tenant, Bresford Brown, to use their kitchen.  -Bresford quickly noticed the smell, and attempted to locate its source.  -While investigating, small remodeling plans were made. -he wanted to install some brackets on the wall for his radio -Tapping the wall, he discovered it was hollow.  -the door next to it was nailed shut -Thinking this was just an old coal cellar, he peeled back the wallpaper,  -and shined a light inside.   -Shocked by what he saw, the police were called.  -Between 19 January and 6 March 1953 had killed three women. -Behind that nailed door were their bodies. -All had been tired up, strangled, and raped, repeatedly -before and after death    -The gas tube technique had been used on all of them.   -Investigators also discovered the body of his wife when they noticed the loosened floorboards   -It was later determined that the unidentified victims were  -Kathleen Maloney, Rita Nelson, and Hectorina MacLennan    -Kathleen was a sexworker experiencing homelessness -She looked older than she was, and had troubles with alcohol.  -Several bars had banned her for obnoxious singing… -too much red wine -She called it a “jolly jump up” -But she didn’t have a great start to her life -She was orphaned at age 3, raised by nuns -Seemingly no one wanted anything to do with her -terribly sad. -Kathleen was lured in by Reg when they met at a fish and chips place -He wanted her for a photoshoot -something he did often with sex-workers -the morning after the murder, Reg stepped around her dead body -and made tea. -Rita, 6 months pregnant, stumbled into Reg’s trap while at a cafe -She asked him for cigarette. -He admitted to eavesdropping on a conversation she was having a friend -Rita was looking for a new flat, and Reg had one she might be interested in.  -She unfortunately had arrived alone.  -Reg claims to have filled the room with gas...but that doesn’t make sense, since he would have been gassed himself.  -However, she did black out -and shortly later was strangled so hard, it broke her neck. -She was only 25 -Hectorina -who was 27 at the time of her death -bounced between two relationships at the time -one with a married man, the other who was in prison -She was a vulnerable woman, struggling to survive in London -She met Reg outside of a movie theater, -he was offering to sublet his flat to her and her boyfriend -hours after Hectorina’s murder, her boyfriend showed up wondering where she was.  -Reg walked him through, room to room. -He left, finding nothing -Due to the small size of the flat, and it being empty, police found very little else inside.  -but on the second search, two days later -they made their way to the garden.  -There, they discovered burnt bone fragments in a bucket, that led them to excavate -Ruth and Muriel were finally found.  -in a pile of garbage in the garden, they found a tin that once held cough drops -Inside were four clumps of matted public hair -Momentos left behind.    -Now considered the main suspect, Reg was on the run...kinda. -He had gotten a bed at a hostel in central London, -paying for several days, using his real name. -Even though his name and face were on the front of all newspapers -He went to the movies -and Relaxed at cafes   -And 11 days after he left, on Tuesday March 31st, 1953, at 9:30AM -a police officer approached a disheveled Reg, watching a river barge being loaded.  -when asked for ID, he said he didn’t have any.   -The officer requested he remove his hat. -The bald head and glasses gave him away.    -In the pockets of his wrinkled raincoat was his ID,  -some coins,  -and old newspaper clipping about the trail of Timothy Evans,  -with details of the murders.   -When questioned, he did mention the four bodies -but referenced “something he couldn’t quite remember” -gaging if they had discovered the bodies in the garden   -at 10:45AM, Reg was charged with murder.    -The trial of John Reginald Halliday Christie began on Monday 22nd June 1953 in Court One of The Old Bailey -The same courtroom that Tim Evans was tried in….   -and again, that weird British rule, you can only be charged for one murder at a time -the selected victim was his wife, Ethel.  -Reg tried to plead insanity, but he was determined to have a hysterical personality  but was not insane -and honesty, i haven’t heard him say one funny thing yet...i don’t know where they got that ;)   -When insanity fell away, he settled into having a spotty memory of the events.  -After four days proceedings, it only took the july an hour and 20 minutes of deliberation.  -on Thursday June 25th 1953 -Reg was found guilty of murder.  -He did not appeal the conviction   -While awaiting execution, Reg spent his time playing dominos, and clipping out articles about himself.  -He willingly spoke of his crimes, revealing details of the murders to guards.  -a stark difference to how he spoke before his conviction -where he said he DID kill the women, but it wasn’t his fault.   -On the morning of July 15th, 1953 In the same execution chamber, and with the same executioner who had hung Tim Evans -a man who was eventually given a posthumous pardon for the murder of his wife and daughter -Reg stood -Hands tied behind his back, a noose around his neck.  -He refused last words and whiskey,  -but did mention to the hangman that the rope made his neck itch -he replied, “it won’t bother you for long”.  -The trap doors opened,  -Reg fell seven and a half feet before the rope caught him -dislocating his 3rd and 4th vertebrae -he was dead.    -His body was buried within the walls of the prison.   -and back to that tin of pubes real quick… -He claimed they belonged to the four victims found in the house on 10 Rillington Place -which was eventually flattened in 1978 -however...they only matched one.   -It’s very likely that Reg killed more people than what we know, -but no further attempts to identify victims have been made. -And similar to the visual of “the old man” disappearing into the black, coal smoke of a basement -if there is a hell, I hope Reg was forced to descend into it’s pits.  -May his back and belly ache forever.  -Merry Christmas, Kelly. -Merry Christmas, everyone!   

Shift the Energy Blahs and BluesInklings ~ Bob’s Your UncleShift the energy blahs and blues with this: https://www.irenamiller.co/insightNow is the best time to let a little love in your heart . . . and the world will be a better place.Take a look around . . .If you’re lookin’ down . . .Let a little love in your heart.Inspired by the amazing Annie Lenox song and Love Actually.Here’s my special Energy Recipe for shifting the feeling of being outside the circle, not belonging, and looking for your people.Irena’ Energy RecipeBob’s Your UncleB - Believe. Take a moment to see through another’s eyes. Would you talk to someone else the way you talk to yourself . . . Do you offer yourself the same grace that you do others.O - Open to receive the guidance and love that is all around, even if you have a lot of the answers and think you know what to do.B - Become. Embody the energy of love. Loving on yourself sets an energetic tone that ripples out and shows the world how you wish to be treated.And then, Bob’s Your Uncle!! You’re guaranteed success!Looking for a community to play energy with, check this out: https://www.irenamiller.co/insight---------------------------------Irena Miller is the playfulness behind the Intuitive Energy Adventure (https://www.irenamiller.co/adventure ) that helps connect you to your unseen resources. Her joy is introducing you to the experience of living a harmonious, engaged, and free-flowing life! With over 20 years of experience studying and teaching energy and yoga, she still loves to see the light turn on in her students’ eyes after a practice. Irena has been featured in Runner’s World, Spark People, and has lead retreats and teacher trainings. She is a certified Sekhem-Seichim-Reiki Master and Yoga Instructor at the Experienced-500 hour level with the Yoga Alliance. With time so precious and rare, she will teach you how to leverage your invisible support team and realize that you always have support on this journey if you simply ask. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Dirty Linen wraps up a week of talking about customer behaviour with Jessica Bilston. Jess runs a Melbourne HR consultancy which services many hospitality businesses, including her mum's cafe Bob's Your Uncle. We talk about supporting staff through tricky situations, including a post-lockdown upsurge in abuse. I also try to role play getting mad about a coffee served to me at the wrong temperature - let's just say my Oscar isn't on the way!https://www.instagram.com/positivehr_/Follow Dirty Linen on Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/deepintheweedspodcast/?hl=enFollow Danihttps://www.instagram.com/danivalentFollow Deep In The Weeds on Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/deepintheweedspodcast/?hl=enFollow Rob Locke (Executive Producer)https://www.instagram.com/foodwinedine/Follow Huck (Executive Producer)https://www.instagram.com/huckstergram/

Question: What is your "too drunk" Thanksgiving story? (eg. Your Uncle got hammered and got into a fistfight with your Dad, you got too sloppy and dropped the turkey, your sister got s-faced and started crying about getting dumped 2 years ago, Grandma got sauced up and started talking about her sex life, etc) Show Features: Fake News Farra, Are You Smarter, and Tipsy Or Toddler Socials: @DaveandMahoney Voice Mail: 833-Yo-Dummy https://www.twitch.tv/daveandmahoney Additional Content: daveandmahoney.com See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

What's going on with customer behaviour? This week Dirty Linen throws the spotlight onto rude, aggressive, unreasonable and upsetting diners and the impact they can have on hospitality workers. Today's chat is with Lisa Bilston, owner of Bob's Your Uncle cafe in Melbourne's Doncaster East. One day last week, a customer went ballistic about being served the wrong rice. He upset Lisa and her staff so much that she closed the cafe on the spot. We chat the next day: she's regrouped and reopened but has vowed to take a stand to protect mental health. Have some people forgotten how to be kind?https://bobsyourunclecafe.com.auFollow Dirty Linen on Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/deepintheweedspodcast/?hl=enFollow Danihttps://www.instagram.com/danivalentFollow Deep In The Weeds on Instagramhttps://www.instagram.com/deepintheweedspodcast/?hl=enFollow Rob Locke (Executive Producer)https://www.instagram.com/foodwinedine/Follow Huck (Executive Producer)https://www.instagram.com/huckstergram/

Owner of Bob's Your Uncle cafe, Lisa Bilston, said abuse has "been a common thing" recently.  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Uncle Lefty survived the fire and flames of the election and explains how he is now the president elect. Your Uncle gives a review on Disney's “The Mandalorian,” talks about the upcoming holidays and gives the top 3 groomsmen intros that you'd actually show up to a wedding to see.

It's Your Cousin, Your Uncle, Your Nephew Pastor Byron Sago and he is ready the lay the smackdown on the heavy issues that the streets are asking.

For Sarah, it's all about strategy in the bag-building area control game War Chest. For Dan, it's all about character in the story-driven game Call To Adventure. For Steve, it's all about... his Uncle Bob? And lots of laughs!! Our Sizzling Games this week are all very different, and all great fun!   How do you curate your collection? Do you have a 1-in-1-out policy like Steve? Do you hang onto games for when your kids are older? Do you buy games with a particular person in mind? All of these ideas and more are explored in our topic of the Week as the team chat about how they have come to amass their current collections, and provide advice to those listeners that are looking to build up a solid collection from scratch.   We have all been bitten by the Kickstarterbug again! Steve has backed Rallyman: Dirt and also Dead Reckoning. Sarah recaps our recent BGBBQ game of Blood on the Clocktower which she also helped kickstart last year, and Dan has put himself down for Catapult Kingdoms.   In our Boardgame Bracket we pit Azul against Aeon's End Legacy - two very different games with solid fanbases behind them. We also reveal the winners of our past two match-ups, Mage Knight vs A Feast for Odin, and Brass: Birmingham vs Incan Gold. Make sure you hit up our social and vote for your favourite to ensure they progress to the next round.   In Swear An Oath Steve, the AEG fan-boy, swears to play Ecos: First Continent, adding it to his yet-to-be-played Forgotten Waters. Dan finally fulfilled Terraforming Mars but failed to put the paints down long enough to actually play Stuffed Fables. He then adds the co-op trick-taker Fox In The Forest Duet. Sarah had a blast playing Starfighter and vows to bring Obscurio to the table. (Beware of the traitor, Sarah!) And a special shout-out to friend of the show, Katia Howatson, who fulfilled her oath by playing Sorcerer.   Sizzling Games: War Chest (2:03), Call To Adventure (10:16), Bob's Your Uncle (18:48) Topic of the Week: How to Curate Your Collection (24:42) Kickstarter (41:51) Board Game Bracket (53:23) Swear An Oath (1:04:28)   The Saturday Night Gameshow!! Adrian will be hosting a special event Saturday 11th for the BGBBQ Team, and we will be recording our shenanigans for you all to enjoy. Watch this space next week for all the fun.     **JOIN OUR DISCORD!** The BGBBQ now has a Discord Channel. Want to join the community and chat with the team and other listeners about your favourite hobby? Like to get updates when our podcasts are released, and get exclusive content? Need a place you can chat with other players while you're playing your own online games, overlooking for some like-minded gamers to play online with?   Well, here's your invite: https://discord.gg/rzQxJyR   --- Join in the conversation on our Facebook page (Board Game BBQ) or drop us a line at podcast@boardgamebbq.com If you enjoy the podcast please consider leaving a short review on your podcast app of choice. Your feedback will help us improve the podcast, and we might even read your review out on the show!  

The one where legend told for centuries that & Rob’s Your Uncle would make it Christmas in July. Don’t ask us to do this again... Send us your questions, segment ideas, and anything else! ARYUcast@gmail.com Call us! 1-413-99-UNCLE Social media: @TheRobBullock, @Tyler_Church @thatsnytes

For this episode of Your Uncle's Beach House we are joined by returning guest timeandpatience to watch the 2003 show Kino's Jouney! A genuinely excellent show that I can't recommend enough; thank you to timeandpatience for the suggestion and I hope everyone enjoys the episode.In a few weeks, we'll be back with Haibane Renmei! See you all then.

In this episode of Your Uncle’s Beach House we watch Log Horizon Season 2 and are pleasantly surprised by the season yet also caught off guard by what the show is. Thank god Season 3 was announced before this otherwise we’d be mad. But thankfully we already knew this wasn’t the end and can simply enjoy the endless shonen show.

For this episode of Your Uncle's Beach House we are joined by our friend Rick to talk about the Tezuka manga, Phoenix. Today we read the first 4 volumes and find ourselves overwhelmed by the bounty on display. This Tezuka kid has a bright future in manga I'd say.

For this episode of Your Uncle's Beach House, we talk about the 2006 Ryosuke Takahashi anime, FLAG. Thank you to patron and friend Roza for picking out this one, I think it's one of the best discussions we've had about a really interesting show.

This time on Your Uncle’s Beach House we are joined by our wonderful patron timeandpatience to talk about The Eccentric Family. The show was excellent, I think our discussion was good, and it was earnestly lovely to have someone so knowledgeable about anime on the podcast to remind us both that we’re very new to this. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy the episode!

Your Uncle’s Beach House Returns! Today we are joined by patron Justin, to talk about the 1993 Western Cartoon: Exosquad. An intentional response to anime from a world right before they just started bringing a bunch of shows over, we dig into the ups and downs of a very ambituous show!

For this episode of Your Uncle's Beach House, we're joined by patron Liv (@NoLoveDeepTrans) to talk about the Satoshi Kon series, Paranoia Agent. It's a great show, this is a good podcast, what's not to like!

There are classics and then there are classics, and this week we watch arguably the most important work of Hayao Miyazaki as we delve into our pile of emotions around Nausicaa. We talk Miyazaki’s already apparent tropes, ecology, politics and war, depictions of women, voice acting, fatalism vs hope, and so much more in this monster bug of an episode. Thank you to all our new listeners for an amazing first episode and hopefully many more!Please send all your questions and comments about this game or anything else to podcast@abnormalmapping.com!You can listen to and support Autumn’s work at Export Audio and the Export Audio Patreon, and find Em mostly talking Gundam on The Great Gundam Project. Listen to them discuss the Nausicaa manga on Your Uncle’s Beach House!This Week’s Film:Nausicaä of the Valley of the WindNext Time:Castle in the Sky

In the tenth episode of Your Uncle's Beach House we are joined by our friend Rick to talk about Nausicaa: Valley of the Wind, Hayao Miyazaki's deeply influential manga, and also movie. Our focus is the manga here, but we've done our homework, we've all watched the movie too. I think this is a pretty good episode! I hope you enjoy!

Today The Menace's Attic/Just Another Menace Sunday​Bombshell Radio Today's Bombshell (Bombshell Radio)1pm-2pm EST 10am-11am PDT 6pm-7pm BST bombshellradio.comRepeats Friday 5pm ESTAnd Sundays 6pm EST#classics #pop #rock #classicrock #themenacesattic #BombshellRadioThis Week – Episode #893(04/12/2019) ”I’ve Been So Organized The Last Couple Of Shows, I Thought it Was Time To Add Some Chaos To The Organization And Quite Possibly The Weirdest Segue Of The Entire Almost 900 Shows Give Or Take 7.“Opening SongThe Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Anymore – Walker Brothers (Philips) –Set #1 A Smith And A Green Day Planned Their Nuptuils And The Result Is Having Their Cake And Eating it Too!Wedding Bell Blues – Laura Nyro (Columbia) – (Excerpt)Wedding Bell Blues – 5th Dimension (Soul City) – (Excerpt)Wedding Bell Blues – Morrissey & Billie Joe Armstrong (BMG)Too Young To Be Married – The Hollies (Epic)Hey Girl – The Delays (Rough Trade)Son Of A Gun – The La’s (Go!)Set #2 While You Can Partially Blame This On My Partner Debbie, To Quote Someone Who We Know Well, “It Takes A Village.”Take Me Home Country Roads – John Denver (RCA)Mississippi Queen – Mountain (Windfall)Go West – Village People (Casablanca)Set #3 If You Think That Last Group Of Songs Caused The Big Dynamite Calgary Ant Stampede, Then Bob’s Your Uncle!Sweet City Woman – The Stampeders (MWC)Tip Of The Iceberg – Bob’s Your Uncle (Criminal)Rush – Big Audio Dynamite (Sony)Goody Two Shoes – Adam Ant (Epic)Set #4 It’s Been At Least A Few Months Since I’ve Played This Favorite Track, So Let’s See Who’s Paying Attention. Alright Kids?The Kids Are Alright – The Who (Decca)Baby It’s Tonight – Jude Cole (Reprise)Closing SongTake Me Home Tonight – Eddie Money (Columbia)

It is FINALLY time...No more wishy washy speculation. It's time to nut up or shut up and make some concrete predictions about the near future of Game of Thrones. Rob Bullock from "& Rob's Your Uncle" joins us once again AND we've got another special guest...Let's do this! *Sorry for the late upload. Enjoy!*

Time to give Season 7 the recap treatment. Rob joins us once again and conversation gets...Well, at this point you probably expect it to get a little nonsensical, right?Catch Rob on "& Rob's Your Uncle" wherever you find podcasts! (www.ARYUsite.com)

Welcome to the infinite skies and endless adventure of the coolest anime of the 80s as we watch the entire 26 episode run of Dirty Pair! How much chaos can two women create as they save the galaxy one job at a time? We're going to find out as we run through some of our favorite episodes of this goofy trek through the pinnacle of sci-fi anime aesthetics.Thank you to Liv (@nolovedeeptrans) for guesting and producing this show! If you want to produce an episode of Your Uncle's Beach House and make us watch an anime, find out more by visiting patreon.com/abnormalmapping and considering supporting us!

Rob is back in the longest-form, most nonsensical season recap yet! Find Rob on "& Rob's Your Uncle" wherever you get podcasts!

Season 3 is one of the best...So why, on Earth, do we get so sidetracked??If you can follow the craziness, we invite you in to round out yet another season. *Thanks to Rob Bullock from "& Rob's Your Uncle" for joining us again!

Bob’s Your Uncle, a Toronto-based marketing agency, has created a beer made out of bread that would have otherwise gone to waste. "Been a Slice" beer is not only great tasting, it is also on a noble mission to increase awareness about food waste and food rescue initiatives - one sip at a time. Our guest Bob Froese, CEO of Bob's Your Uncle, discusses the challenges of brewing a beer out of bread and getting it to market. Transcript available here: https://www.rev.com/transcript-editor/shared/DAeWekEX1tHWpiePSjpSqFxatv-bchaOZVWvxaSPPOCsF_pNiF_VR91EbazEK4B9QtiRZZmI6ey64qekTkqa0GeETFw?loadFrom=SharedLink

Rob from "& Rob's Your Uncle" joins the boys for a recap of Game of Thrones, Season 1...They also take about Smash Bros. and dicks, so...Pretty standard stuff, really.

We promise the actual show makes much more sense than this... Here is our promo for the new show that will exist on this feed. & Rob's Your Uncle, a chat show with a healthy helping of uncley wisdom. Everyone needs someone to turn to for both some good and bad advice sometimes. We are here for you. Any question or problem you may have Uncle Rob will guide you through it! Call us at (413)99UNCLE or reach out to us through the mysterious internet at ARYUcast@gmail.com

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Our individual values shape us. They help us make decisions and influence our relationships. They keep us on the right path. Organzitions and movements are also be guided by values. As climate advocates, we come to this work with our own set of values. Citizens' Climate Radio host, Peterson Toscano speaks with marketing researcher and volunteer climate advocate, Lesley Beatty about the Citizens' Climate Lobby's Core Values. CCL founder Marshall Saunders joins in the conversation with a burst of optimism. Art House Marshall Saunders sticks around to help with our Art House segment. He has a book recommendation to share, a novel written in 1899 by Leo Tolstoy. Marshall tells us why he thinks climate advocates should read Tolstoy's Resurrection. South African author, Glen Retief reads excerpts from the novel. Puzzler In answer to last month's puzzler question listeners wrote and left voice memos to share the climate change resources for people just getting involved in climate advocacy. Find links in Dig Deeper section below. New Puzzler Question You are at a family event. Everyone is catching up and having a good time. You have cornered your uncle and are updating him about your climate work. Your Uncle, let's call him Jim, says, "Ok, maybe this is a stupid question, but what is the big deal with melting glaciers? It seems everything I read about climate change, they are freaking out about these glaciers. Why the obsession?" So, how do you respond to Uncle Jim? In addition to the science behind glacial melting, what will you say to deepn the conversation? Send Peterson your answers. Leave your name, contact info, and where you are from. Get back to him by June, 15, 2017. If you see Peterson at the Citizens' Climate International Conference June 11 and 12th, say hi and he can record your answer. You can also email your answers to radio @ citizensclimate.org that’s radio @ citizensclimate.org Text Peterson or leave a voicemail of 3 minutes or less at 570.483.8194. (+1 if calling from outside the USA.) That number again is 570.483.8194 Dig Deeper List of Climate Themed podcasts: The Elephant Podcast No Place Like Home Podcast Our Warm Regards Podcast Terrestrial Podcast You can hear Citizens’ Climate Radio on iTunes, Stitcher Radio, Podbean, and now on Northern Spirit Radio. Also, feel free to connect with other listeners, suggest program ideas, and respond to programs in the Citizens’ Climate Radio Facebook group or on Twitter at @CitizensCRadio.

We've gone full circle, sort of, with a return of the wonderful Bob Plankers as our guest. You know, The Lone Sysadmin guy. The hosts enjoy is blog posts, and we sure do enjoy having him as a guest as well. After all, he was a guest in our fourth podcast back in 2011 as well. […] The post vSoup #55 – Bob's Your Uncle with Plankers first appeared on vSoup.

Intriguing or offensive, but never boring: it's your kind of doom on the hoof, and now for two hours!  Join us for some adventures in beer (Night Fighter), off-roading, railguns, Beer-Con, and the introduction of the Garage Hour's PSA (unphone, dammit!). And as was born Night Fighter English Ale, we were joined by Manzanita Brewing so we could get down to naming their newest beer, an English-style brown ale with hints of coffee and stone fruit. We go through the whole list of beer names, including crowd pleasers like Improper Copper Ale, Bob's Your Uncle, Cajon Oval Brown, Bulldog Brown, Monkey Wrench, Cuyamaca Mud and, God help us, Jerry Brown Ale and the totally unnecessary Filner Pilsner. We also chase Calguns' next Meet & Greet, a little bit about off-road maintenance and good summer trails in San Diego, what was up at that day's Beer-Con, the geek wonderment that are railguns (yay!), a few items from "The Reasons Tony's Pissed" List, courtesy of Tony's Lube & Tune, and a full studio with .45 Phil, Agent Aya, Mr. Dustin (Top Earner), ManzaNina and Larry from Manzanita Brewing. jf