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To be continued in part 23, By FinalStand for Literotica. Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 23 Zane Spars with the minds of the Faculty In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels. "You are quite the James T. Kirk in this Undiscovered Country of Freedom Fellowship University," Doctor Scarlett eventually spoke up. I didn't know who that was but I had a feeling it wasn't a modern Christian author. "Who?" I asked. Doctor Scarlett blinked. "James T. Kirk, Captain of the Starship Enterprise, from Star Trek," she seemed confused that I didn't know who this guy was. "Wait, you mean that bald guy? I thought he was named something else," I wondered. "That's Jean Luc Picard, who was the captain in the second series called Star Trek: The Next Generation," she corrected me. It was somewhat amazing to me that the Vice Chancellor was a science fiction buff. Who knew? "Oh, wait, you mean that guy that Chris Pine plays?" I thought I figured it out. "Thank you; he is kind of hot." "No," she corrected, "that is the new series of movies, but it is the same character." I nodded as the pieces slowly came together. "Ah, the Green Orion Slave Girl," I finally clued in, "and that black babe who later showed up on Heroes." Sensing Doctor Scarlett's exasperation I added, "I remember ladies better than I do men." "Obviously," she noted. "I did not call you to my office to discuss trivia, Mr. Braxton, " "Please, call me Zane," I interrupted then, "and I apologize for interrupting. May I call you Victoria?" "Doctor Scarlett will do," she shook her head. "As I was saying, I asked you here to discuss your integration into this school so that we can avoid some of the problems experienced in the past." I looked at her; she looked back, expecting me to say something, but I didn't. "As the sole eligible male on campus, what do you see as your role here?" she pressed on. "Uhmm, Doctor Scarlett, I am a student here, that is my role. Are you implying that I'm looking for something special because I am a guy?" I questioned. "Mr. Braxton, Zane, you are a guy, you have remodeled your personal quarters into a bordello, and there is evidence of you having sexual relations with multiple female students," she responded. "How is that not 'something special'?" "The administration stuck me in the attic, then told me I could set up my room any way I saw fit," I clarified. "The vast majority of my room is set aside for my fellow freshmen to have a place to unwind and relax." "I've never violated any girl's Purity Pledge, though a few have reconsidered it after meeting me," I admitted. "I've been in a few fights, I'm not proud of that. I did as much as I could do to resist Chancellor Bazz, I am proud of that. What she was doing was ten shades of wrong and I don't run away from a righteous fight." "Zane, I am not condemning you for defending the women in your life, nor for having a healthy libido," Doctor Scarlett stunned me with a lack of blame being tossed my way. I worked that over in my mind until I figured out what was going on. "So, do you have any recommendations on what I could do differently to fit in?" I inquired. The problem was, this wasn't about me fitting in. She wasn't lauding my sexuality and she was trying to throw me off-center by the little annoying phone call game, followed by this sympathetic interpretation of my school life to date. I knew she wanted to manipulate me but I didn't know why. I had to get her to tip me her hand so I could figure out what the game was. "Are you familiar with the concept of Christian Female Tribalism?" Scarlett opened. "I get the feeling it has something to do with the six framed articles from non-Christian magazines hanging on your wall," I noted. "Also, you are clearly the darling of the Christian media," I added, as I tallied up the dozen other articles attesting to her fame. "I haven't dedicated my life's work for the sake of popularity," Doctor Scarlett smiled (sure, right). "I am looking into the relationship between Jesus Christ's teachings, men and women. My research has led me to believe that women exist in a more spiritually pure form when solely in the company of other women." "Where do men fit into this picture?" I questioned. "Men provide the ultimate guidance, of course, as well as their roles in procreation and raising male children past the age of eleven," Doctor Scarlett related. "Women are happiest and most effective when they form their own networks and hierarchies." "You don't date much, do you?" I had to ask. "Mr. Braxton, I have lived a chaste life in pursuit of my studies," she answered. "Outside of your father, Victoria, have you ever lived under a man's guidance?" I wondered. It was a calculated move to use her Christian name. "It is Ms. Scarlett, Zane, and I have relied on a variety of pastors for spiritual guidance over the years," she stated. "Okay," I stood up, "we have nothing to discuss then." She didn't yell at me as I headed for the door. "You've never been in love and I can tell you have a poor estimation of romance." "You would be incorrect, Zane; I have been in love but I chose purity over sinfulness," she countered. "My faith is based on God being love, without reservation, restriction, or guilt. I know exactly where you are coming from," I said with my hand on the doorknob as I looked over my shoulder. "You are seeking validation for the mistakes you've made over your lifespan and you are willing to sacrifice the young ladies at the school." I was getting angry. "I was hoping for something better but it seems like a different conductor but the same old music, Doc." "That is not so," Doctor Scarlett stayed calm. "I am not attempting to drive you or any other student off campus. I am not your enemy." "That is simple enough to resolve," I nodded. "What is your perfect women's society view and response to promiscuity?" "Lust is a sin; women should resist sin as vigorously as men," she countered. "The seven deadly sins are Catholic, not the words of Jesus," I grinned. "In fact, the first list wasn't even created until the 4th century after Christ." "That does not make them any less valid," Doctor Scarlett offered. "What is the cut-off date for Bible legitimacy?" I turned and faced her. "1000 Ace? Today, here, and now? Who is to say I can't create new scripture, then?" "I apologize, Zane," she mused, "but you hardly seem to be someone touched by the hand of God with a gift of prophecy." "Do I have to lay on hands to prove it?" I beamed. I had finally been able to interject sexual innuendo into the conversation. She didn't respond like a damn normal person, no. Doctor Scarlett stood up, walked around her desk and came to a stop barely a foot from me. I am not so easily deterred. I leaned into the doctor until my nose was at the crux of her neck and shoulder. I used my cheek to push her hair aside and sniff my way up to her ear. She was really ironclad in her control of her passions. I trailed my nose up to her eyebrow ridge, circled over the forehead, down past the other eye, and over to her lips. We didn't kiss but I did get what I wanted. "How about I call you Victoria when we are alone?" I tested her. "No; call me Ms./Dr./Vice-Chancellor Scarlett," she corrected. "You are my student." "Cool," I shrugged. "Is there anything more for us to discuss?" "I would like to discuss my plans for this school and the role I think you can take on," Scarlett persisted. "We've had that discussion, I chose a messy democracy over any sweet-smelling dictatorial existence," I declared. "Your belief system stands for the denial of self-determination." "It does not, Zane. If anything, it gives women more power over their lives," she explained. "But the basis for your system retains men in charge, with the added 'benefit' of women being more removed from the critical decision-making processes," I replied patiently. "Don't you enjoy being in charge of so many women here at FFU, Zane? You have certainly convinced dozens of women to do what you want, even to their own detriment," Doctor Scarlett drove her point home. I laughed; I couldn't help myself. "I might enjoy being in charge if any of the women would give me the opportunity, Victoria. Honestly, I allow the women here to safely experiment with their sexually," I explained. "Thing is, I really don't mind because I help these ladies become more comfortable in their skins, with their desires, and allow them to share things they have discovered about themselves. If I was with only one woman, what peer could she talk to? You've put your blinders on to the fact that women want to examine those urges they all have," I proposed. "They don't surrender to lust; they acknowledge it, explore those frontiers, and then decide how to use that knowledge," I continued. "Most of the women in my life here don't lose their virginity. I think by challenging their Purity Pledge, they become stronger in their convictions. I'm not taking any choice from them; they are exercising their own will concerning their bodies." "If you deny the male role in the Christian relationship, doesn't that emasculate you?" Victoria asked, and I noticed she didn't chastise me for using her first name this time. "I'm not going to fall into the trap of mistaking sexual activity for true masculine activity," I headed her off. "I would like to think I mediate disputes, help with our studies, and protect them physically if needed. I don't like to fight, but I will fight to defend my ladies. So no, I don't feel less of a man because I listen to, occasionally obey, and always try to respect women." "I see your point, Zane, and I will give it some consideration," Doctor Scarlett lied to me. "Oh, wow, that condescension was unwarranted, Doc," I shook my head. "You would never accept that I could be the man who would alter your lifelong path. You have an unrealistic expectation of what that man would be like but it allows you to pursue your goal without male guidance and still be a good Christian woman." "So now you think I am a hypocrite?" She gave a patient smile. "Nope. I think you believe the theory you are selling, Vic. You are clever, attractive, but somewhat annoyed that your looks give your ideas less credence though you still use your looks when needed. You are manipulative because you are sincere and you want to keep the argument based on rational discourse, not passion." "That would make you my opposite," she observed. "You embrace your gut instincts and allow your emotions to override what you think is the safe course of action. It is a pity you perceive me to be your enemy; I thought we could do great things together." "You are the enemy, but you are not the bad guy; I respect those who have faith, even if it is faith in something I don't agree with," I pointed out. "You believe women are better off without male interference in their lives. I believe there is nothing better in Creation than a man and woman in harmony with one another," I stated. "Don't you believe in safeguarding these young ladies' souls?" Victoria pressed on. "If the ladies were children I could understand your interference," I countered, "but they are adults, capable of making adult decisions, and you do them a disservice by stealing their destinies from them." "You see yourself as a better alternative?" she remained serenely calm, that's so hot. "Lady, my life is a mess," I grinned. "I have a hard time figuring out what I'm going to do much less what I should tell someone else to do." "But you are making the decision that my solution is the wrong one. How do you justify that?" she countered my grin with a smile of her own. "Just because I don't have the right answer doesn't mean I don't recognize the wrong one when I see it," I reposted. "As I said earlier, we have nothing to discuss." "Very well," she allowed, "but please tell me what the whole sniffing thing was about." "It was more than sniffing, Doctor Scarlett. I was looking for your pulse reaction, sweat, what kind of perfume and body soap you use, as well as facial tics and eye dilation." "That is certainly odd," she pointed out. "Well, it tells me you are a mid-thirties virgin who likes feminine things. Your skirt is finely woven wool, your shirt is silk, and your cross is 24 K, as is the necklace, with a real ruby inset. Your bra is a black half-cup, which is very nice if you are wearing a white shirt. Lastly, you are wearing stockings, not pantyhose." "Since neither you nor Ms. Reveal is a lesbian, you are wearing these clothes for your own enjoyment because you are not interested in any man right now," I told her. "You are still holding out for your Mystery Man which is oddly romantic for someone who denies romance." "Ms. Buchanan was right," Scarlett laughed softly. "You would be interesting to deal with." Right as I made ready to ask her what exactly Christina said, my stomach began rumbling. "I'm off to lunch unless you need me for anything right now," I sighed. Victoria turned me around and directed me out the door. Rio, Mercy and Vivian were waiting for me. It rapidly became clear that Rio was Doctor Scarlett's next appointment. "Ms. Reveal," I inquired of Doctor Scarlett's assistant who glared in response. "I'm heading off to the dining hall, and since I doubt you've been able to grab a bite to eat, do you want me to pick up something for you and the doctor?" I doubted that was what she expected. She typed away at her keyboard for a few second, checking out today's menu. "Mr. Braxton, could you get me the Caesar Salad and Doctor Scarlett the trout?" she said. "Zane," Rio snickered softly, "how far did you get? I'd hate to have to sex her up all over again when I can go straight for the main dish." "Smooth, Bro," I groaned while Marisol looked like she was going to staple Rio's ear to the desk. "The Doctor and I talked and that is all," I cautioned Rio. "I suggest you do the same and keep it simple." Rio snorted and followed Doctor Scarlett into her office. Before she dropped out of sight, Rio half-turned, pointed at Victoria's ass, and mouthed 'Wow' and made out the hourglass curves. She was really subtle; only Mercy, Vivian, Marisol and I saw it, which meant all of us. "Mercy, are you going to be okay?" I inquired once the door shut and Mercy had sat down on the bench outside the office. "I need to stay for Rio," Mercy sighed. "Vivian, can you wait for Rio while Mercy and I take a walk?" I asked my guardian. "Absolutely, Zane," Vivian nodded. She took a seat while Mercy followed me wordlessly out the door. "You don't have to do this, Zane," Mercy spoke up after a while. "Own up to all you do, Mercy," I replied, "and by that, I mean I brought you and Rio into a collision course so I am as responsible for your happiness as I am for Rio's." "I, umm, thank you," Mercy worked out the words. "Rio can be too much to handle at times." "Yes," I wrapped a very inappropriate arm around her shoulder, "she can be, but I feel she's worth putting up with the bull crap. Don't be discouraged by her fooling around with other women, or men; Rio is far more loyal than people give her credit for. She may do things to piss you off, that's a given, but she wants to be with you. In fact, who do you believe she was thinking of when she bought that ass plug?" "You?" she meekly mocked me. "Ha, ha, ha," I chuckled. "That is the reason I don't sleep on my stomach these days, Mercy. She plays rough. She loves rough too, so I feel it is an adequate trade-off. If you want to snuggle with someone else from time to time, you are welcome on my pillow any night." "Zane, do you think I'm a lesbian? What I am trying to say is, I think I may be a lesbian but I'm not sure," Mercy confided in me. "It doesn't matter what I think but in my experience, you are bi-sexual, not a dedicated lesbian. That could mean that you like relationships with girls but the occasional fling with a guy," I said. "You have had sex with me and I know you enjoyed it. You are not in an environment that allows many men so now that you are coming into your sexuality, you are confronted by women. Sexual orientation is one thing; sexual preference is another," I went on to say, "At Spring Break we should put your ideas to the test. Until then, don't worry too much about it." "Not being a virgin would be horrible enough," Mercy related. "If my parents thought I was homosexual, they would die, or kill me." "Mercy, do you think what you are doing is sinful?" I questioned. Mercy had to think about that for a while. We gathered up three trays and made our way back to the Vice Chancellor's office. "Yes, yes, I do, Zane," Mercy muttered. "I am afraid I'm going to Hell." "Mercy, you are not going to hell, at least not for what you've been doing the past few weeks," I comforted her. "Think about the good you've done for Rio." "I am still steeped in perversions," she moped. "Trust me on this; the battle between Heaven and Hell will not be decided by the playful use of a dildo, ass plug, or vibrator," I whispered into her ear. Mercy rewarded me with a wicked little smile. "What matters is the happiness you bring, the trust you earn, and the powerless you protect. Don't knock yourself out because you too are feeling pleasure." Mercy stopped walking which brought me up short. She worried her lower lip as she worked some things out in her head. "Do you think I'm really Rio's best hope at salvation?" she asked softly. "You more than anyone else," I responded. I could see a weight lifting off her shoulders. "Thank you, Zane," she smiled at me. We entered the Administration building and headed for the Vice-Chancellor's office. "I'm going to have to tell Rio about his conversation," I told her. Mercy looked uncertain. "Someone deserves a spanking, don't you think?" That wonderful little lusty smile crept onto her lips once more. More Monday Mornings   Doing the correct thing is good; doing right and confounding your enemies at the same time is golden. Blow & Arrow "You are getting better, Zane," Molly Travers told me after my rotation to the shooting line. "If you say so," I shrugged. "I've yet to hit the rings twice in a row." "But you are hitting the target every time," she pointed out. "Great," I chuckled, "if I ever get attacked by a rhino or a barn door, I'll do fine." "If it is a big barn door, a really big barn door," she snickered in sympathy. "So, uhmm, what do you think your chances against Hope are?" "Huh," I looked to her, "are you betting on me and Hope's sparring match?" "It's not really a bet, more like a wager," Molly grinned. "Betting and wagering is the same thing, Molly," I pointed out. "Okay, fine, we are betting on the outcome," Molly admitted. "So what do you think the odds of you winning are?" "Barring the intervention of large fighting robots, I'd bet on the cute Asian chick to win," I joked. "Arrows," Chastity called out. It was my job to retrieve all the expended arrows from the field, being the junior member of the team. After that we did one more round, then we cleaned up and made our way to either study period or our next club. Chastity held me back so that we could go to Karate class together. "Don't be too hard on Hope," Chastity abruptly told me. "I'm not all that sure I can beat her, Chastity," I confided. "Oh, there is no chance of that," Chastity assured me. "She's going to destroy you. I only want to make sure you are a good sport about it because she really likes you and she's worried you might take this beating the wrong way." I stopped and stared at her somewhat incredulously. "Oh, come on," I grumbled. "I have some sort of chance. She's not that good." "If thinking that makes you feel better," she patted me on the back. "Well, if you believe I can't win, you will be willing to make a wager on the outcome then," I challenged Chastity. "What would it be?" Chastity mused. "You in a little, itty-bitty French Maid's outfit for twelve hours of my choosing," I said. "What do I get if Hope wins?" Chastity countered. "What would you want?" I grinned. "Any one favor to be decided on later," was what she came back with. "Oh, please, my favor is relatively precise while you want the world," I pointed out. "Okay, I want one 'forgiveness' in advance," Chastity offered. I groaned. "You just have to keep busting my chops, don't you?" I sighed. "Fine, I'll make the bet." For a private sparring match, Hope and I drew a great deal of attention. Christina, Heaven, Chastity, and Faith were expected, as was Coach Gorman. I had kind of hoped Cappadocia would hang around so we could hook up when the fight was over. Everyone else was rather distracting. Both Hope and I went shirtless, me bare-chested and she with a black sports bra, as well as barefoot. We set up four meters apart with Hope doing something that mimicked warm-up exercises. It took a second of eye contact for the fight to begin. I kicked out viciously; she collapsed beneath the blow and swept my legs. My back slapped the mats and before I could move or mount much of a defense, Hope was all over me. It was arm bar and she had my head in a scissor lock and that was that. I tapped out before she could render me unconscious. No one said anything as I regained my feet. I was careful not to make eye contact until I'd backed up a bit. I had no clue to what kind of Monkey Kung-fu she had just worked on me but I knew that what little Thai Kickboxing I had wasn't cutting it, but I knew even less Karate and even less of what Gorman and Black had shown me. It boiled down to making use of what I did know to the best effect. This time I danced to the left using a little trick Gabrielle Black had taught me (with some pain added). At first Hope mirrored my movements so when I lashed out with my first kick it caught her off-guard since I'd also been slowly closing the distance between us. She tried to snake within my reach but I kept shifting and kicking to hold her at bay. When she finally did get inside, I hit her with every fist/arm/elbow strike I knew. I knocked her back, pursued her, and for a moment it looked like I had a chance. Hope kept maneuvering with the grace of a gymnast so I couldn't pin her to the mat. Once she got to her feet I sensed I was rapidly running out of options. I certainly didn't expect a chop to my temple and that was pretty much all she wrote. She jumped up, put her knee into my diaphragm and rode me to the ground. I managed to block twice against her strikes as she straddled my stomach. I almost knocked her aside, we wrestled, and that was the totally wrong thing to do. I knew crap about wrestling. My tapping out was a foregone conclusion once she got me on my stomach. For a second I lay there marveling how quickly I'd gone down, twice. I noticed that Hope was still standing astride my body so I rolled over in place and looked up. For a second she had this look that reminded me of staring into the pitiless depths of the ocean. "My head hurts," I emphasized with a deep breath. That set off a flash of light in her eyes. "The important one or the one on top of your neck?" she smiled from above. Hope crossed her arms and helped me stand. "Are we okay?" she suddenly seemed worried. "Oh, hell, no," I gasped. "I've got to learn me some of those moves. You were freaking awesome." That outburst gained me a snort of amusement on her part. "I am not a master so I would have to consult my master before taking on a student," Hope informed me. "Your Father?" I was curious. "No; my Father had to get permission to teach my sisters and me. My Master is back in Korea," she answered. Hope and I parted ways and various friends now felt free to join the party. "Damn, Bro, she kicked your ass. I'm ashamed to call you family," Rio mocked me. "Rio, now you know how he feels about you every day," Valarie shot back. "I think he did pretty good, all things considered," Coach Dana Gorman stated. "I don't believe Zane's ever fought against a 'soft' or passive style." "Fifteen or twenty more years and I would have had her," I chuckled. "You are right, Coach; I've never seen her precise style. I've tried some of the exercises monks use but those were primitive compared to what Hope showed me today. Now I think I'm going to take a shower." "Everyone will clear out now," Coach ordered as I made my way to the showers. ZETAS "Honestly, Zane," Sahara lectured me deliciously, "did you have to flush my phone down the toilet?" "Technically, I only dropped it in," I corrected. "I didn't hit the handle. Besides, you know your husband would only annoy us with his incessant phone calls." "I still feel a little guilty," Sahara sighed. "He knew when I would be over and where we would be going if he wasn't going to be kind enough to be there," I pointed out. "The only reason to call you would be to ruin the moment he could have pre-empted by showing a little consideration for your feelings." "That is not fair," Sahara countered. "My husband is a community leader with many responsibilities." "So would you be if people would wake up and see you as I do," I answered. "Zane, I don't want any misconceptions about me," Sahara stared at me intently. "I am loyal to my marital vows." "I don't doubt that for a second," I agreed. "Betrayal leaves its own scars and I don't see any on you." Sahara didn't immediately react to that, instead taking a long sip of her tea. "Certainly you have heard the rumors by now?" she said softly. "Yes, and I believe them," I responded gravely. I let that hang there for thirty seconds. "Aliens did land in Roswell, New Mexico in 1947, and they interred the bodies at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base before finally moving them to Area 51." Sahara didn't know what to make of that for a second but slowly began to smirk. "What? Was there another rumor that I should be giving a damn about?" I concluded. "Some people compromise for the easy way out, some people remain mostly steadfast and take the hard road, but you are the only man I know who gladly skips through a minefield because even the hard road is too much of a compromise for you," she commented. "I can only be me," I replied. "I couldn't be you; I doubt the clothes would fit." "Oh, you are such a strange individual," she tilted her head. Before she could explain our food arrived and she felt it prudent to wait until there were fewer prying ears. "Do you think it is appropriate for me to, ask about Ms. Vickers?" "No," I responded patiently. "If you ever feel like it is your business, she's in church every Sunday and she's nice, if a bit nervous considering the current circumstances." "It is only that I hear things about you when my husband talks to other people and, much of it doesn't make sense," she added. "For instance, I believe I'm the only one who sees it but I'm sure you are having an affair with Rochelle Wellington." "I'm neither confirming nor denying anything but how does that make you feel?" I countered. "Infidelity is a crime," she answered after a few seconds, "but Mayor Wellington is a horrible, horrible man." And this was coming from the woman married to that bastard, Pastor Bill. "I confess that I find the whole thing very amusing, to the point where I pray to Christ for forgiveness virtually every night. That includes using me as a distraction for Kendra's nosey little self." "That was not my intent if that's any consolation," I sighed. "I simply thought we had a lot in common." "Such as?" she smiled. "Well, before we moved here, we had no idea where Lancaster, Virginia was," I started. "We both know that waving a Bible around doesn't make someone holy; a custom may be fine for you but it isn't for everyone and we know what it is to be judged by people who have never gotten to know us," I completed. "I also wanted you to know that I know about Bill and we are not alone." "Know? What do 'we' know?" she asked confidently enough. "We know why he let them think you were the one who was unfaithful," I clarified somewhat. Sahara stared at me, her face torn by a plethora of warring emotions; loyalty, anger over being betrayed, and relief that she didn't bear this terrible burden alone anymore were all there. "Men handle such things differently than women," Sahara told me in a distant voice. "My father wanted boys." "I imagine your Father-in-Law wishes he had raised his boy to be a man too," I joked. "That's unfair," I corrected myself. "I have nothing against men of a different persuasion. It is bastards I have a problem with." "Please, Zane, he is still my husband," Sahara admonished me. "Well, he had better start treating you better or I may re-familiarize him with Deuteronomy 23:1 (ty-jw)," I responded. "Your loyalty to him should be met with respect. That is the deal we make when we get married." "What makes you think you know so much about marriage?" Sahara inquired after a bite, some savory chewing and a gulp. "I'm smarter than I look. Okay, that's not too difficult, but I'm usually smarter than people give me credit for." "Smart things like inviting Ms. Kennan to services yesterday?" she taunted me. "I actually didn't invite her but don't tell anyone; I revel in people's opinion that I'm irreverent," I grinned. Sahara tried and failed to fight down her own smile in response. "I've actually invited Belle, Ms. Kennan, to live with me and Jill as well as giving her a job." "I, I don't know what to make of that," Sahara worried. "She's very pretty, I imagine." "Sahara, you need to become a better judge of people," I said. "I wouldn't trust Belle with my car keys or my favorite cuff links, but I'd trust her with Jill's life or my own." "Sometimes it helps to remember we are still listening to the words of a poor carpenter's son who suffered through exile," I pointed out, "who wouldn't do what the authorities told him to do, died because he was betrayed by a close friend, and went to the grave abandoned by all those who said they understood him; not most people's first choice for founder of the world's largest religion." "When you put it that way, it sounds depressing," Sahara agreed. "It also sounds exactly as it played out. It often does not occur to most believers that the flame of Christianity almost fluttered out before it ever really came to life." She looked for me to say something but all I did was grin. A few seconds later I saw that flicker of understanding come alive in her eyes. "Here you are, the star of multiple on-line sexual misadventures, sitting with the preacher's disreputable wife in the most romantic restaurant in town and we are discussing morality and religion," she chuckled. "No one will believe us despite this being the truth. I find your perverse and bizarre sense of humor very enchanting, Zane." "The important thing is that you are having a good time, Sahara," I explained. She laughed out loud, drawing attention to our little candlelit alcove of the eatery. I doubted she cared and I certainly didn't. We finished our meal, I paid, and we headed straight back to her place. The game was, we left zero time for any possible hanky-panky to take place. We wanted the people who were going to accuse us of impropriety to make real asses of themselves when we revealed our timeline established by my filling up of gas right before picking her up, our valet ticket at the restaurant, and finally, our credit card receipt for the restaurant itself. I had outlined my plan to Sahara and she heartily approved. Unlike the time her husband had screwed her over, she could fight this scandal. I pulled into the Penny's driveway and I rushed around to get her door for her (thank you, Heaven, for that bit of etiquette). We walked through the front door only to see Pastor Bill a few steps away from the door. "Where have you been?" he growled. Sahara dutifully lowered her head. "We were at Zetas," I stated calmly, "right where I told you we would be." Bill ground his teeth and glared at Sahara. "What have you been doing?" he snapped. "Nothing," I now grinned. "I accidentally left the lube and the box of condoms on your kitchen counter." Pastor Bill was rendered speechless. "I was the one who dropped her phone into the toilet; don't blame Sahara," I told him. "Sahara, this was fun. I don't often get to have an adult conversation about the basis of Christianity. I do appreciate your insights. I gotta go now. You two have a good evening and I guess I'll see you on Wednesday night, Sahara. Bill, I'll see you on Sunday." "I doubt you will be seeing my wife again," Bill finally ground out. "Sahara, please give me and your husband a moment alone?" I asked her. "Of course, Zane, and thank you again for an intellectually stimulating night," was her own way at rebelling. I could tell ol' Bill didn't appreciate her pleasant tone to me one bit. When she had moved out of sight I leaned into my so-called religious leader. "Bill," I whispered to him, "between you, me and God, if something happens to Sahara, I'm giving you one year and a day, then they'll never find your body. You know the kind of low-lifes I hang out with. I'm not bluffing. The only other injustice will be that you won't suffer nearly enough. Am I absolutely fucking clear?" "I'm not afraid of you, you sleazy scumbag punk," he hissed. "Whatever, Bill, but you might want to know that the circuit board for your home security system is manufactured by a company I own," I lied. I had no idea if there was a circuit board for his system or who the hell manufactured it, but I was pretty sure he didn't know either. Bill and I were at an impasse. He was a bully and a liar who was used to manipulating people using both other people's faith and sins to get what he wanted. My advantage was that I was well known to be willing to inflict pain to get what I wanted (I just wanted to protect my ladies) and he was averse to actual physical confrontation. Belle brought a whole new definition to the conflict at First Anointed Free-willed Fellowship of Christ Church. There were a growing number of people willing to resist the order Bill had crafted for his own power. Now people defied him and the normal techniques of censor had little effect. His best hope was that Zane Braxton would get hung in another bizarre encounter and remove himself from the equation without Bill's interference. That was his hope, anyway. ON The CRUX OF CHANGE "Hey, Briana," I told my buddy from Colorado State. I was standing outside the door that led to my floor once more. "Hey, Future Slave to my Desires," she giggled back. She was a whole lot more playful than the last time we'd talked. "Gak!" I played with her. "I'm pleased to find you in higher spirits tonight. I hope that means you are doing better?" "Actually, I had a freaky weekend," she sighed. "I met my boyfriend's other girlfriend, it was a totally psycho-girlfriend moment too. She came at me when I was training with some sisters for a 5K run. She appeared in the parking lot and started screaming at me. It was scary. I had three sisters and she brought two wacked-out friends. A pair of off-duty firemen broke it up; sadly, one is married and the other is gay." "Briana, I have a confession: I'm a gay man in denial and I'm tired of hiding the real me," I stated sincerely. Briana's laughter rocketed through the connection, followed by some off-screen conversation, then the phone being handed around. "If you want that lie to be believable, tell us you are secretly a lesbian," Jarunee snickered at me in her native Thai tongue. "Give me a second and I'll come up with something more believable," I chuckled back in the same lingo. "How have you been?" "Pretty good; better than you since that little Korean girl wiped your ass all over the mats," she responded in English. "Okay, she's not so little, and I have it on good authority she was a champion on the Tijuana Midget Fighting Circuit while still in preschool," I covered my ass, then a fear began clawing its way inside me. "Is there any suggestion that she and I may have gone to bed together?" "Of course; this morning's upload," Jarunee informed me. "Oh, in that case, please tell the rest of the Kappa Sigmas that I won't be doing Spring Break after all," I groaned. "What, why?" Jarunee gulped, wondering what she'd done wrong. "Her dad is going to kill me," I related jokingly. "I won't make it to the end of this semester, much less to March. It was a nice dream, though." "Are you serious?" Jarunee worried. "Apparently Hope's, that's Hope Song who kicked my ass, father is some sort of a South Korean superman who eats two-bit punks like me for breakfast," I shrugged. "It can't be, and the phone was taken away. "Oh, my God! Was that one of Yeong Song's daughters you banged that can now be seen all over the internet?" a different girl babbled. "You really are a dead man." "Ooo-kayyy, who are you, by the way? I'm Zane," I started off. "Sorry. I'm Chrissy and my father is in the Navy and he does, stuff. I don't know how bad that man is but I've seen SEALs scramble to get out of that man's way faster than they would for any admiral." "What? That's absurd," I joked. "No one is that much of a bad-ass." Except for Gabrielle Black, I am so going to die at this man's hands, aren't I? "All I know is that the Navy decided it was safer to put him up at our house as opposed to a motel. Mom got upset because apparently the North Korean government put a huge bounty on his head since he killed so many of their Special Forces guys, no lie." I said nothing for the longest time. "Maybe he'll think I'm good son-in-law material," I tried to sound upbeat. "Yes," Chrissy tried to sound positive as well. I, of course, was desperately trying to remember how many times I had made Hope suck my cock, and our discussion of anal sex wasn't worth mentioning. Curling up into a fetal ball wouldn't do anyone any good either. "Very well, Chrissy. Can I talk to Briana one more time?" I asked. "Of course, Zane, and don't worry; the whole Kappa Sigma Sorority will start working on this problem. We will figure out something," she assured me. "Hey, guy," Briana sounded apprehensive, "are you going to be okay?" "Babe, it is just another day ending in 'y'. I've got this," I said confidently. "Good night, now." Briana said her good-byes and I took a moment to get my thoughts together before heading upstairs. It turned out I had over seventy ladies in my place, none more surprising than Coach Dana Gorman. She was paired with Valarie against Millicent and Raven in what looked like a close match up on the pool table. Another totally bizarre image was Vivian and Rio laying stomach first on the floor near one of the TV's, calves kicking in the air with Vivian helping Rio with something oddly akin to schoolwork. Mercy, Opal, Brandi, and Brigit were gathered around the closest table having formed some sort of study group as well. Magically enough, in the twilight of my life (no, I am not over-reacting!) it is good to see one of my plans actually work in almost the way I had intended. No one had noticed me arrive so I turned to go to the drink bar, and walked right into Paige. "Hi!" she squealed in excited delight. Her tight little albino body vibrated with orgasmic energy. "Hey, Babe," I kissed her on the lips lightly. She kept her hands tightly clasped behind her back. "You don't smell like sex," she grinned. "I went out to eat with the preacher's wife, Paige," I groaned. "Not every date is an inevitable sexual hook-up. We had a nice meal and talked about our church, morality, and religion, honest to God." "I believe you," Paige wouldn't stop grinning. "Cordelia is in your room, waiting for you, and thank you, thank you, thank you." Paige was undoubtedly ecstatic over the red marker on Cordelia's face that read 'Paige is smarter'. To see that was one of Paige's deepest desires. Cordelia was working away on her tablet as I slipped into my room. She was fully on my sleeping stage, lying on her back and tablet held up over her head as she worked on it. "Hello, Zane," Cordelia said. "I like your place; it is very you." "Cordelia," I managed to say back in a civil tongue. "Did you know who Yeong Song is?" "Of course I do," Cordelia answered without looking away from her work. I didn't say too much because I had little polite to say to the girl at the moment. After a minute she finished up working on her computer, put it down, propped herself up on her elbows, and smiled my way. Her pigtails swayed as she looked me over. "You are upset," she noted. "Why are you here?" I inquired curtly. "Oh, now we are in the 'you are angry with me but doing an admirable job controlling your violent impulses and going to reduce your interactions with me yet not going to let me alter your lifestyle in any way' phase," Cordelia sighed. "I am not fighting the fact that you are the smartest person on campus, maybe the smartest person I've ever met, but I think we are done playing around. When I drive out of these gates for the last time four years from now, I'm going to forget you and go on with my life," I told her. Cordelia smirked, then laughed. "Zane, I made you, you are my creation," she giggled. I was about to get pissed, then I got another boot to the head. "I was drawn to your family's tragic death years ago, saw your return to the United States as an excellent opportunity for us both, created several identities, talked to your aunt on-line about FFU, altered the admissions software so your application would be accepted, and made sure your medical records weren't examined until you were on campus." "You put me and Rio together," I pieced together; Cordelia nodded. "Iona?" "Ah, she's loyal to you, but it was easy enough to put her in your class. She is the type of girl who runs across traffic to save a turtle crossing the road," Cordelia smiled. "I knew she'd rally to your side, just like I knew that would be enough to keep you here until other events unfolded," she seemed terribly pleased. "Now the sorority and Christina are all you as well as the run-ins with the law, but you are my weapon to use on this campus, Zane. I could never beat Chancellor Bazz without creating a scandal that would break the school apart," she informed me. "Your rebellion was a possibility I explored but your ability to enlist Christina and the freshmen wasn't something I could facilitate; again, that was all your doing." "I have respected you and Heaven," Cordelia pointed out. "Because Christina and I would kill you," I countered. "No; I kept her secret because I am not needlessly cruel," she said. I almost believed it. "Wrong, Cordelia; you didn't betray Heaven because Christina and I would leave FFU," I stated. "Your game would fall apart; not because either one of us is special but because you don't like playing with dumb people, there is no challenge to it." Cordelia's smile only got wider. "You don't disappoint," she remarked, without a hint of shame or guilt. "Am I forgiven?" It occurred to me that no matter how absurd on the surface, Cordelia wanted someone to know and, in a way, understand her genius. "I think we may be past that," I murmured. "How about this; the Time Lord Mafia needs, I need your help," she confessed, but I was wary. "When Ms. Black came here I was suspicious that her record was too clean," Cordelia related, "so when you gave me that warning, I began digging very carefully. Well, this morning something happened." "Oh, crap," I muttered. "How bad and how likely is it that you will be tracked back to here?" "I set up a blind station in Lima, Peru," she said matter-of-factly, "all paid for in cash by people who don't know the real me. I had surveillance on the place as standard practice. Late last night, Lima time, three armed men broke into the small room and tore the place up." "Who were they?" I was now more intrigued. "They spoke perfect Spanish so I had no clue until one of them screwed up and a cheap shelf fell on him. He cursed in Hebrew." Cordelia exhibited real shock. "They were Mossad. I check up on some other stuff and I really think they are Israeli intelligence." What in the hell was Mossad doing hunting Gabrielle? What the hell was the only guy in an all-girls university doing getting involved with all this? Fuck it all, I'm a horny eighteen-year-old boy with more girlfriends than any two sane men would want. Wasn't talking to yourself one of the signs of mental instability? I was saved by the phone, sort of. "Zane, this is Doctor Scarlett," the Vice Chancellor said, "I am at your door and I need to come up and talk to you for a bit." "Of course, Doctor Scarlett," I responded as I caught Cordelia's eye. I hung up and the two of us headed into the main area. As soon as we exited the screens, Cordelia went toward the closest group of students to warn them and I travelled down the stairs. "Hey, Doctor," I greeted my latest guest. I screened the keypad from her view, asked the system for a new password, and read it off to her as it popped up. Doctor Scarlett reentered the code and had it scan her thumbprint without comment. "Thank you, Zane," Victoria greeted me politely. "I would like to see your domicile as well, if that is convenient." "Sure thing," I told her. "We have about forty-five minutes before curfew so it's pretty occupied." "It is your room," she nodded. "I have every reason to believe you are responsible with its use." I wouldn't say that, but then in the past five minutes my life had gone to hell anyway, and I had to put up a good face until bedtime. "Ah, the pictures I've seen do not do the view justice, Mr. Braxton," Doctor Scarlett exhaled. "Relax, take a walk around, and/or help yourself to some food, Doc," I offered. "After nine o'clock you may call me Victoria, Zane," she allowed in return. I was a little stunned. No one seemed overjoyed that Victoria was here but they weren't stampeding toward the door either. "You provide a great deal of stability," she told me softly. "Your presence provides your guests with a sense of peace and safety." "Perhaps you missed Coach Gorman giving two of your students pool lessons right over there?" I suggested. "Dana is your guest too, though I doubt her mood is swayed one way or another by your sense of calm," she grinned, then was brought up short. "Zane, there are two women in, bikinis in your, " "It is a hot tub," I provided the identification, "and I also provide the swim suits for those who need them." Victoria stared at me for a few seconds and I could sense her ready to finally explode on me with some righteous rage toward my overtly sexual ways. "Why would you have women's swimsuits?" she asked patiently. "I have one-pieces as well," I responded. "What would be the point of installing a hot tub, showers, and a sauna if I don't also supply the girls with swimsuits and towels?" Those words put her back on an even keel. Still -- "Doc, I have women coming in my second-story bedroom window back home in the middle of the night for the purposes of sexual intercourse," I sighed. "I hardly need to give students here revealing clothing to feed any vicarious thrill. Do you want a suit to take a dip?" "Let me think about that," she replied quickly. "How long does it take you to obtain a girl a suit?" "I have a suit for you already; you are virtually Vivian's size. And I even have one in red if that is your preference," I said. "Do you really want me to be in a red bikini?" she wondered. It was a trick question. "It is a one-piece, and all I want is for you to be as happy as you can be without trampling on the aspirations of others," I answered. "So you feel responsible for all the girls at this school," she stated. It took me a moment to realize this was a statement, not a question. "Good night, Zane," Victoria smiled. "Good night, ladies," she called out to the room. A chorus of 'good night's' were returned. She disappeared down the stairs and I felt a deep desire to be alone. Peace and quiet sounded good, yeah, I know. "Bro?" Rio snuck up on me. She gave me a quick once-over, then tenderly wove her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. "I'm okay, Rio," I muttered. "Don't lie to me," she squeezed me tighter. "Trust me; I know that desperate, hopeless look well and I can see it creeping up behind your eyes. Zane, I don't know what's wrong and I'm not going to ask, but I want you to know that I'm here for you." I tilted my upper body back and met her gaze. "Who are you and what have you done to my Rio?" I grinned weakly. "Hey," she remained scarily compassionate, "you've soaked up my pain often enough. It is about time you let me carry some of yours." "What can I do?" Iona wiggled up to my side. A further miracle was delivered when Paige appeared within my field of vision at over five feet away. "Guys, do you think I can have the night to myself? I need to work out things in my head," I begged. "Consider it done," Rio and Iona stated together. Iona departed to spread the word. Rio departed as well, but doubled back to give me another hug. "Zane, don't leave me," she whispered into my chest. "Three seconds ago I was going to knock you out, roll you up in a blanket, and take you with me when I scaled the walls and ran home," I sighed. "To the bitter end," I gave Rio's and my own little motto. "To the bitter end," she mumbled back. After that, going to bed was surprisingly easy. "Zane," Gabrielle greeted me with a ghostly voice. I had called her and said we needed to talk. "Someone did some poking around on you," I told her, "and as a result, three Mossad agents broke into a false station they had in Peru. Is there anything we need to know about why Israeli Intelligence sent three armed men looking for you?" "Three," she mused. "The back-up squad was outside. Since you made no mention of a grenade, I assume they wanted me alive. What are the odds of them tracing the search back to Freedom Fellowship?" As she talked, she sat down on the bed next to me, next to my hip. "Since I have no clue as to what resources they can bring to bear, I would feel safe enough remaining here if they were after me," I answered. "What's your next move?" For a reason that went way beyond insane, I suddenly didn't want her to leave. "I wait. I do not have infinite exit plans or resources," she told me. "You are taking this awful well," I noted. "As opposed to wasting energy becoming pointlessly annoyed? You will keep me apprised of further developments," she commanded then rose to leave. "Gabrielle, do you know a guy named Yeong Song?" I blurted out. "I know of him but I've never met him," she stop

Send us a textOn our Season Finale we're sipping and spilling on everything from pop culture to fast food experiments. We kick things off with Bad Bunny at the Super Bowl and what that means for halftime shows, then dive into the strangest and most famous death row final meals of all time. From there it's all about Taco Bell's new “Bellristas” and their espresso bar—will it actually work?—and we wrap it up with a serious debate on what makes the perfect chicken wing. It's spicy, weird, and hilarious.Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

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Send us a textThis week we're diving headfirst into fall—whether it's too soon or not. We break down the history (and madness) of pumpkin spice, debate when fall really starts, and reveal if we ever order pumpkin spice anything. Then it's on to pop culture as we talk Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce wedding rumors, the cocktails we'd serve at their reception, and the future gender reveal Eddie is hoping for. Plus, Halloween Horror Nights is officially here, which means overpriced cocktails, haunted houses, and pet costume chaos—because Indie as a vampire pug is a thing.Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

En este nuevo episodio, nos sumergimos en un fenómeno que no solo está transformando las oficinas, sino también las culturas organizacionales, los liderazgos y la forma en que entendemos el trabajo: el encuentro entre generaciones. En un mismo equipo pueden convivir —y a veces colisionar— Baby Boomers, Generación X, Millennials y Gen Z. Cada una con sus valores, estilos comunicacionales, expectativas laborales y niveles de apego al trabajo.Para conversar sobre este intercambio generacional conversamos con la experta en comunicaciones, empresaria y académica, Carolina Guajardo, quien nos contó su experiencia como pasante en la empresa de software Buk y su visión optimista sobre la creación de culturas laborales más adaptables e inclusivas.

Send us a textWe're catching up after Eddie's whirlwind trip to Barcelona, London, and Bordeaux—and there's a lot to unpack. From his greatest meal ever at Enigma in Barcelona, to dodging flying beers at an Oasis show in Wembley Stadium, to sipping his way through Bordeaux's best vineyards, Eddie's got stories (and wine envy to spare). Meanwhile, Megan takes us to the Hollywood Bowl for Jesus Christ Superstar and shares why it might just be her favorite show yet. Food, wine, music, and musicals—it's all here.Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

Send us a textAndreas Larsson—named the World's Best Sommelier—joins us for a deep dive into a life dedicated to wine. We talk about his journey from chef to sommelier, the art of blind tasting, and what makes a truly unforgettable bottle. From stories on the competition circuit to tips for elevating your own wine game, Andreas blends expertise with charm in a conversation that will make you want to open something special tonight. Eddie's geeking out, Megan's taking notes, and the wine is flowingSupport the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

Send us a textJulie Baker is back with Megan to discuss the disaster that is dating in your thirties. Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

Send us a textComedian Mike Menendez joins us to talk about his hilarious animated short Pollo Punch, inspired by chicken fighting and Miami madness. We sip a Roussanne from Paso Robles (but don't expect Eddie to name it—he's holding a grudge because the winery stole his Cuban dinner idea). We dive into Mike's creative process, the wild world of animation, and whether chickens deserve their own action movies. Wine, shade, and comedy collide in this one.Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

Welcome back to the conclusion of my interview with Author and Retired DEA Special Agent Léo Silva.Leo Silva spent over twenty-eight years on the frontlines of the global war on drugs as a special agent with the DEA. Leo's journey took him from the alleyways of Fronton Street to some of the most dangerous corners of North America, leading high-impact investigations against the Zeta and Gulf Cartels.He served as the Resident Agent in Charge of the DEA's Monterrey office, overseeing complex, cross-border operations that resulted in hundreds of high-value arrests and multi-million-dollar asset seizures. Over the course of his decorated career, he also held leadership roles in McAllen, Texas, and Guadalajara, Mexico—pioneering collaborative missions with Mexican authorities and helping rewrite the playbook for modern narco enforcement.Now, Leo has turned his attention to storytelling. His debut memoir, Reign of Terror, offers a powerful, unfiltered look at the reality behind the headlines—a world of corruption, courage, and the personal cost of justice. The book has gained traction internationally and has been translated into Spanish for a Latin American release.Leo is truly the real deal. This is a guy who has worked undercover numerous times in America and went after some of the most dangerous Mexican drug cartels. Please enjoy my chat with Leo Silva. In today's episode we discuss:· Having no diplomatic immunity and not being allowed to have a firearm while working in Mexico hunting down drug cartels.· The different drug cartels in Mexico that were active while Silva was working there.· The Zeta drug cartel.· The horrifying Bengal Tiger incident.· How Silva navigated the corruption and the levels or tiers of Mexican police and how he worked with them?· Using shock and awe! Creative ways to get to the Cartel bosses.· The house of hell and torturing people.· The Casino Royale fire. What was the motive?· What was the endgame for the dismantling of the Zetas?· What happened to Acapulco?· What do you think is the future of Mexico? It seems like cartel violence is starting to hit tourist areas now.· How Mexican cartels started with bootlegging during Prohibition.All of this and more on today's episode of the Cops and Writers podcast.Head on over to Leo's website to learn more about him and his work.Check out the new Cops and Writers YouTube channel!Check out my newest book, The Good Collar (Michael Quinn Vigilante Justice Series Book 1)!!!!!Enjoy the Cops and Writers book series.Please visit the Cops and Writers website.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Send us a textWe're back and catching up on everything. Megan updates us on her latest dating saga, featuring a man and his mysterious fake tooth (yes, really). Eddie takes us to Venezuela with stories from his visit to the iconic Santa Teresa Rum distillery and the postcard-perfect beaches of Los Roques. Plus, an update on Eddie's dad's health, and some new restaurant picks you'll want to add to your hit list. This one's a mix of laughs, heart, and a splash of rum.Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

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Cerramos en 'Zetas' una etapa llena de charlas, reflexiones, risas y momentos que nos acompañaron durante estos meses en Aragón Radio. En este último programa de la temporada, te invitamos a revivir los mejores fragmentos, entrevistas virales y aprendizajes que compartimos juntos.Gracias por ser parte de este camino. Si disfrutaste esta temporada, no olvides seguirnos en tu plataforma favorita y compartir este podcast con quienes también quieran reflexionar, aprender y acompañarnos. Tu apoyo nos impulsa a volver con más y mejor contenido en la temporada 2. ¡Nos vemos y escuchamos en septiembre!

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Kevin Michael Estrella – he is the guitarist and composer of the instrumental rock band called Pyramidson Mars. Hard rock, industrial, and metal infused with lead guitar melodies inspired by violin melodiesof Baroque classical composers Bach & Vivaldi. Kevin's latest album, Cosmic Angels, is inspired by hisvisitations by Extraterrestrials. Elements in all his albums incorporate many things that have beentaught to him by these other worldly visitors including, but not limited to, telepathic storytelling, and thetonal language of the cetaceans. Kevin has been a guest on over 90 UFO Radio talk shows describing hisUFO and ongoing Extraterrestrial Experiences. This calling was affirmed on August 21, 2014, when hehad contact with an inter-dimensional craft of unearthly origin. Since then, Kevin began experiencingmany other related incidents like incredible synchronicities, music downloads, symbol downloadsthrough dreams, and increased Telepathy. Kevin works with the P'ntl (Zetas) who reside at the SandiaMountains, Albuquerque NM helping prepare humanity for Official First Contact. Thank you for leavingme a comment, like my videos, and do share my content with your friends!YouTube Link: https://youtu.be/TuVlmw0m_gcKevin Michael Estrella's Links:YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@PyramidsonMarsWebsite: https://pyramidsonmars.com/Music: https://pyramidsonmars.bandcamp.com/merchFirst Contact: https://www.officialfirstcontact.com/Pyramids on Mars UFO radio: https://artistfirst.com/pyramidsonmars.htmKaren Holton's Links: Link Tree: https://linktr.ee/karenholtontv Download my exclusive audio content found only on SPREAKER, Spotify, Apple, Podbean,iHeart, Goodpods and more – https://www.spreaker.com/show/quantum-guides-show-with-karen-holton TRANSDIMENSIONAL: Meet the New Neighbours by Karen Holton (paperback & Kindle nowavailable from Amazon Worldwide) US:https://www.amazon.com/dp/1069173509?ref_=pe_93986420_774957520& Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/TRANSDIMENSIONAL-Neighbours-Ms-Karen-Holton/dp/1069173509TRANSDIMENSIONAL 2: Meet the Greys Picture Book by Karen Holton (paperback & Kindlenow available from Amazon Worldwide) US: https://www.amazon.com/TRANSDIMENSIONAL-Meet-Greys-Picture-Book/dp/B0DVSRX8BQ & Canada:https://www.amazon.ca/TRANSDIMENSIONAL-Meet-Greys-Picture-Book/dp/B0DVSRX8BQ Buy Me A Coffee: https://buymeacoffee.com/karenholtontv Join My YouTube Channel to receive my perks!https://www.youtube.com/@KarenHoltonTV/join Website: https://www.karenholtonhealthcoach.com/ Inspired Images: https://www.karenholtonhealthcoach.com/product-category/inspired-images/ Signed Books: https://www.karenholtonhealthcoach.com/product-category/signed-books/ Vital Services: https://www.karenholtonhealthcoach.com/product-category/services/ Zen Domes Orgonite: https://www.karenholtonhealthcoach.com/product-category/zen-domes-orgonite/ Comfort Crystals: https://www.karenholtonhealthcoach.com/product-category/comfort-crystals/ Inspired Images: https://www.karenholtonhealthcoach.com/product-category/inspired-images/ Free Resources: https://www.karenholtonhealthcoach.com/free-resources/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/c/KarenHoltonTV Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/c-2423374 (KarenHoltonTV) Odysee: https://odysee.com/@KarenHoltonTV X (Twitter): https://x.com/KarenHoltonTV Telegram: https://t.me/KarenHoltonTV Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/karen.holton3 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/karenholtontv Forbidden Knowledge News Network: www.forbiddenknowledge.newsThe Quantum Guides Show and the Aliens & Angels Podcast are now part of the Forbidden KnowledgeNews Network! https://forbiddenknowledge.news/Other podcast series from Karen Holton:Quantum Health Transformation V.3.0 - a free, no strings attached, 9 Step online, lifestyle course to giveyou the tips and resources you need to thrive! By following my own channeled advice, I made mydreams come true! Whether you are in the ascension process, or simply want more out of life, thiscourse is for you.Complete Quantum Health Transformation V3.0 Playlist on YouTube:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwSmOYvGXBA&list=PLe1pNMTCSTLlzyU9vc_SmK4zs4_JCcpa1&pp=gAQBiAQBor watch the Quantum Health Transformation program on Karen's website:https://www.karenholtonhealthcoach.com/quantum-health-transformation-free-online-course/

Send us a textCelebrity chef Adam Sobel joins us for an episode packed with laughs, food talk, and Stern Show fandom. From kitchen chaos to career-defining moments, Adam dishes it all—while bonding with Eddie over their mutual obsession with Howard Stern. We dive into what it takes to run a top-tier kitchen, the wildest things he's ever seen behind the pass, and why food and radio might have more in common than you'd think. Megan's here for the chaos, Eddie's geeking out, and Adam's dropping gems.Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

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Send us a textBourbon, Monster Energy, and mayhem. Megan's dating cliffhanger gets resolved, Eddie drops a bread bomb, and we find out Waymo might be the ultimate boyfriend. Oh—and trolls? Megan's got the DMs to prove it. Sandwich recs, chemical rants, and a surprise ending you didn't see coming.Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

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When people think of Mexican cartels, names like Sinaloa dominate the headlines. But hidden away in the vast deserts of Coahuila, a much darker, more violent history unfolded — the rise and brutal reign of the Zetas. In this special report, we travel to the front lines with Mexico's elite security forces who purged the Zetas from the region and continue to battle their successors, the Northeast Cartel. From mass disappearances and brutal massacres to military-style cartel warfare, discover how Coahuila became one of the only states to rid itself of organized crime — and the lessons it holds for the rest of Mexico. - Inside stories from cartel hunters - The true origins of the Zetas - Northeast Cartel's brutal rise - How Coahuila beat back cartel control - The future of cartel wars in Mexico Thank you to Sombra and Saltillo Safari! Check them out if you're in Mexico- https://www.instagram.com/saltillosafari/?hl=en Follow Sombra: https://www.instagram.com/sombra_cuachic/ Do us a huge favor and like this video, leave a comment, and subscribe to the channel. Gracias! This Episode Is #Sponsored By The Following: AVA! Download the Ava app today, and when you join use promo code CONNECT to get your first month FREE! True Classic! Upgrade your wardrobe and save on @trueclassic at https://trueclassic.com/CONNECT #trueclassicpod Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Send us a textThis week on Kill The Bottle Podcast, things get personal and a little painful. Eddie and Megan sip some wine and dive into the TV shows and movies that scarred us for life—yes, we're looking at you, Neverending Story. From childhood trauma courtesy of pop culture to guilty pleasure rewatches, nothing is off limits. Oh, and in true Megan fashion, she casually breaks her ankle. Pour a glass, press play, and prepare to laugh, cringe, and sip your way through the chaos.Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

Send us a textMegan's friend Dina joins Megan for the first ever Megan Takeover while Eddie travels. Boys, Drinks, and Trader Joe's!Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

Send us a textFull discussion about Megan's blackout St Patty's Day and a celebrity sighting we had.Megan25Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

En entrevista para MVS Noticias con Ana Francisca Vega, Diego Petersen, periodista y escritor, habló sobre que familias y activistas cuestionan la respuesta del gobierno ante la crisis de desapariciones en México. "Es un punto de quiebre en términos digamos mediáticos, y creo que tiene mucho que ver con las imágenes que circularon; que nos apelaron a todos a lo más profundo del horror. Las imágenes de zapatos los tenemos perfectamente asociados con el holocausto, con el horror", dijo. Comentó que Teuchitlán es un eslabón de una cadena de campos de entrenamiento y exterminio que hay en la zona, en Jalisco y en otras partes del país; lo cual ha sido un modus operandi de varios cárteles: Zetas y del Cártel Jalisco Nueva Generación (CJNG). Mencionó que de este último, que el que opera en esa zona, y destacó que se tiene documentación que desde hace 13 años se realizan estas acciones. Consideró muy bueno que los ojos volteen a estos temas, pero indicó que se corre el riesgo de que la Fiscalía quiera recortar el caso Teuchitlán, como si fuera un asunto de mala procedencia de funcionarios públicos y que no se toque el problema de fondo, que es la desaparición de personas. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Send us a textSt Patrick's Day, $20 Strawberries,  and Megan getting sponsored to be on Raya. Why is this show titled "What Color Is Your Subaru?" Listen and find outMegan25Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

¿Qué pasa después de graduarte? En ¿Y Ahora Qué?, exploramos el futuro de los jóvenes tras terminar sus estudios. Te damos nuestros mejores consejos y te explicamos cómo han hecho nuestros zetas para ser influencers. Abordamos temas como el mercado laboral, el emprendimiento, la educación superior y las habilidades necesarias para triunfar en un mundo en constante cambio. Si estás a punto de dar el siguiente paso en tu vida o simplemente quieres prepararte mejor para el futuro, ‘¡Zetas' es para ti. ¡Descubre en Aragón Radio las oportunidades que te esperan y diseña tu propio camino!

Send us a textJulie joins us all the way from Colorado! We talk Raya, Piano, and the best news blooper she ever had. Megan25Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

Send us a textIsh and DJ make their first appearance on the show. We chat SNL 50, Miami, and Ish "fan girls" over Megan. Megan25Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

En un día histórico el gobierno de México extraditó a 29 narcos a Estados Unidos, entre ellos: Rafael Caro Quintero, los dos fundadores del cártel de los Zetas y Antonio Oseguera Cervantes.En otras noticias: Donald Trump insiste en la imposición de aranceles del 25% a los productos importados de México, la presidenta Sheinbaum asegura que continúan las negociaciones.El presidente Trump recibió al primer ministro del Reino Unido para discutir un acuerdo de paz en Ucrania. 

Embajada de EU confirma vuelos de extradición para mexicanosPemex presentó pérdidas en 2024Más información en nuestro podcast

Send us a text"Vintage Touble" Lead Singer, producer, artist, entertainer, actor, Ty Taylor joins the show to promote his current project "Tarantino Pulp Rock." We recorded at the fame sunse strip bar "The Bar Next Door." We chat about music, life , Beyonce, 69, and why Megan has a blood-shot eye. Megan25Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

Send us a textEddie chats with Alex backstage at Bottlerock 2024. We talk life, music, and about his Tequila!!!! Chef Jose Andres was the camera man for this. AmazingMegan25Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

Send us a textWe give our take on the fundraising concert Fireaid and Megan's mom's hall pass is James Taylor. Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

Send us a textDom comes to tell his story. We talk oysters, Megan's loud neighbors, and Dom makes an announcement!Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

Send us a textPart 2 of Episode one. We have a lot to catch up on. We learn that North Hollywood is not near Hollywood. Eddie and Megan don't agree with the 101 Best LA List. We discuss how Sweet Breads are neither sweet nor bread. Lastly, Eddie loves his OURA ring.Support the showTheme music by " The Zetas" produced by Ethan Carlson and Omar Tavarez

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Cancillería de Honduras confirmó que el mexicano trabajaba como guardia de seguridad en el consulado Sentencian a tres  Zetas por  masacre de San Fernando¡No lo abandones en la calle! Recicla tu árbol de Navidad  Más información en nuestro Podcast

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En este episodio de ‘Zetas', exploramos cómo nuestra imagen y comportamiento impactan la forma en que nos perciben los demás. Descubre qué proyectamos al mundo, qué hacer y qué evitar para causar una buena impresión, y cómo encontrar un equilibrio entre ser auténtico y adaptarte al entorno. Desde consejos prácticos hasta reflexiones sobre la aceptación, te ofrecemos herramientas para destacar y conectar con las personas a tu alrededor. ¡No te lo pierdas!

In this holiday special, we get into some of the big stories of the month from Captagon updates, the Gulf Cartel leader and Zetas creator going free, a wild Russian crypto London drug dealing scam, and more! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Detienen a 10 presuntos integrantes de una célula delictiva Se activa la Alerta Naranja por heladas en Tlalpan Acusan formalmente al expresidente Evo Morales del delito de trata agravadaMás información en nuestro Podcast

What if humanity made contact? What if a secret exchange program with extraterrestrial beings from Zeta Reticuli has been hidden in plain sight? In this episode, we unravel the enigma of Project Serpo, exploring the mysterious handshake between humans and Zetas, secret agreements, and the mind-bending implications of interstellar diplomacy. Are we ready to confront the truth beyond the stars, or will the ice wall of secrecy continue to keep us in the dark? ‼️Listen to the episode now on all major platforms!

Welp. Here are our post-election thoughts. These nuanced, emotional ramblings will get you so hard. Music/SFX: If you like our sounds, sign up for ONE FREE MONTH on us at Epidemic Sound! Over 30,000 songs: http://share.epidemicsound.com/n96pc Follow the group on their personal socials: Joe Bereta:    / joebereta       / joebereta   Elliott Morgan:    / elliottcmorgan      / elliottmorgan   Steve Zaragoza:    / stevezaragoza      / stevezaragoza   Kevin Plachy:    / pakkap_      / pakkap   BETAs?! More like ZETAs

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