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I can't speak for everyone but I know I can say yes, things can come and go. A lot of it depends on if I am in a flare or not. Looking back I believe I was sick much longer then I knew. The first major thing attacked in me was my gallbladder. Nausea upper abdomen pain were the symptoms that sent me to the doctor (back then I NEVER went). I am not saying that is what is happening with you but if the pain and nausea continues please have it looked at!


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When it's remarked to Jeff Tweedy while walking backstage at the recent Bonnaroo Music Festival that it's a shame he won't have time to catch most of the festival's other acts, he turns and smiles.
"Yeah, well, I don't really like music."
The Wilco songwriter and frontman is, of course, an obsessive music listener. And on the band's new album, "Wilco (The Album)," Tweedy exuberantly expresses his love of both rock music and its fans.
On the album's tongue-in-cheek opener, "Wilco (The Song)," Tweedy sings: "Do you dabble in depression?/ Is someone twisting a knife in your back? ... Wilco will love you, baby."
The song – like the album's arch title – is a bit of a goof. But it's also an earnest ode to Wilco's fans and, more generally, to rock music fandom.
Tweedy says the song isn't necessarily about Wilco loving you, but the feeling of connecting with any musician. At one point, he planned an extended part of the song where he rattled off J.Lo, Nick Lowe and Devo – and even briefly pursued getting them to sing on the song.
"Does music provide a consolation that you can't find anywhere else in most people's lives? I would say yes," says Tweedy. "I don't see any reason not to acknowledge that in an exuberant kind of way."
On Wilco's seventh album – and first to retain the same lineup – Tweedy & Co. have seemingly arrived at a plateau in their career: confident, relaxed and not afraid to, say, perform on the "Tonight" show dressed in country music-style sequin suits – as they did in a recent appearance.
Tweedy calls the record a "Whitman sampler of the different aspects and obsessions of Wilco." He believes that came out of a five-night residency they held last year in their hometown, Chicago, that forced the band – which includes the expert guitarist Nels Cline – to lay "some claim of ownership" to the varied Wilco catalog.
Rolling Stone magazine called the album "a thrilling triumph of determined simplicity by a band that has been running from the obvious for most of this decade."
The Wilco mythology was forged on their 2002 album, "Yankee Foxtrot Hotel." It was hailed as an experimental classic and as exhibit A for the senselessness of the music industry. Wilco's label, Reprise Records, didn't like the album and released them from their contract. Nonesuch Records picked it up and it went on to sell more than 500,000 copies. Their next album, 2004's "A Ghost Is Born," won a Grammy for best alternative music album.
Each Wilco album has seemed like part of an ongoing narrative for the band – a new direction on each. Tweedy, though, thinks their progressiveness has been overstated.
On each record, he sees the ramshackle, psychedelic alt-country associated with 1996's "Being There," the impressionistic, chopped-up approach of "Foxtrot," and the laid-back folkiness of 2007's "Sky Blue Sky."
"This record kind of illustrates that all these records that people have always looked at as being so wildly different from each other, aren't really that different from each other," says Tweedy. "They all contain a song that is sort of like `Jesus Etc.' All of 'em, even `A.M.' (Wilco's 1994 debut). There's always been a softer, pop, kind of folky tune. ... every other record has a fair amount of dissonance."
If Tweedy and Wilco have in recent years seemingly moved lighter and more confidently, it hasn't been easy to arrive at such a point.
The 41-year-old singer has suffered chronic migraines his entire life and ignored the problem until he had developed a dependence on painkillers. He entered rehab in 2004 and since has been able to keep the migraines in check. He also gave up smoking and drinking.
Tweedy, who's married and has children ages 13 and 9, says his creative life was always a functional, "relatively conflict-free zone." He thinks the idea of the tortured artist or drug-abusing rock star is "such a thought distortion."
"If anything, all the other stuff really inhibited it and made it harder," says Tweedy. "The problems and suffering grew out of an unwillingness to suffer, to face things that needed to be faced – an unwillingness to grow up."
On May 24, Jay Bennett, who left the band acrimoniously shortly before the release of "Foxtrot," died at the age of 45 of an overdose of a painkiller. Just weeks before, he had sued Tweedy, claiming he was owed royalties.
"I don't have any experience with any other type of loss in my life that compares. I haven't talked to the guy in eight years and certainly a lot of ambivalence built up over time," says Tweedy. "The bottom line is: It is tragic. ... He's a brilliant musician and a smart guy and he should still be around."
Like Tweedy, drummer Glenn Kotche feels Wilco has arrived at a good place.
"It's almost a bit unnerving that things are going so well," jokes Kotche. "A lot of the issues in the past were because of membership changes or certain individuals or, obviously, personal issues with everyone and Jeff having to go into rehab.
"Since all of those things are sorted out and we've got an ensemble now that we all like each other as people and respect as musicians and communicate on stage – it seems like things are really pretty smooth."
Tweedy can already feel change pulling on him. He can't articulate the new direction he senses coming but says "it's more of a musical feeling or curiosity."
"It's a great foundation for some more exploration in the future," says Tweedy of the album. "I can see already that that's where I feel like the band's heading: summing up some stuff and moving on."
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Wyoming digestFeb 24, 2014 The Associated Press
Teen kills attempted abductor
GILLETTE -- Campbell County sheriff's officials say a 15-year-old boy fatally shot a man who was trying to abduct a woman in Wright.
The shooting happened Wednesday night.
Sheriff's officials said Friday they had responded to reports of an attempted abduction at a home in Wright. They arrived to find 48-year-old Sammy Michael Fears, of Casper, wounded in the driveway. Fears died on the way to the hospital.
It's not clear how the teen became involved. Sheriff's Cpl. Gary Sams says the teenage shooter had no family relationship to either Fears or the woman.
He says Fears and the woman had a history of domestic violence going back a few years.
The teen has not been charged.
Snowmobilers missing in Wyoming
SHERIDAN -- A search is underway in northern Wyoming for five missing snowmobilers.
Sheridan County Sheriff's Office Lt. Mark Conrad says the group was reported missing Friday by the owner of the Bear Lodge Resort.
They were last seen about 3:30 p.m. Thursday.
All five of the snowmobilers are from North Dakota and are considered to be experienced.
Search and rescue teams from Sheridan, Johnson and Big Horn counties were participating in the search.
Conrad said visibility in the area is low, and he hopes the men have hunkered down somewhere.
Head count up at elk refuge
JACKSON -- Managers of the National Elk Refuge say they've counted more elk on the refuge this winter than at any time in the past 15 years. Refuge biologist Eric Cole says the latest count is close to 8,300 animals. That's an increase of nearly 2,000 over the number counted last year, and the most counted since 1998. The average count is about 6,600 animals.
The elk refuge is located just north of Jackson in Jackson Hole. Each winter, refuge officials put out alfalfa pellet feed to help elk survive after snow covers up their natural forage. Cole says it's not yet known if the higher count is because of a bigger elk population or a change in elk behavior.
No change in Wyoming rig total
HOUSTON -- Oilfield services company Baker Hughes Inc. says the number of rigs exploring for oil and natural gas in the U.S. increased by seven this week to 1,771.
The Houston firm said in its weekly report Friday that 1,425 rigs were exploring for oil and 342 for gas. Four were listed as miscellaneous. A year ago there were 1,761 active rigs.
Of the major oil- and gas-producing states, Texas gained six rigs, Alaska gained three and Pennsylvania gained one.
Louisiana, New Mexico and North Dakota each lost two rigs while Kansas, Ohio and Oklahoma each lost one. Arkansas, California, Colorado, Utah, West Virginia and Wyoming were unchanged.


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Research Topics
Genomes and Genes
B L Hankin
Affiliation: University of Illinois at Chicago
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- Development of gender differences in depression: an elaborated cognitive vulnerability-transactional stress theoryB L Hankin
Department of Psychology, University of Illinois at Chicago, 60607, USA
Psychol Bull 127:773-96. 2001..Evidence is reviewed providing preliminary support for the model as an explanation for the development of the gender difference in depression during adolescence...
- Measuring cognitive vulnerability to depression in adolescence: reliability, validity, and gender differencesBenjamin L Hankin
Department of Psychology MC 285, University of Illinois at Chicago, 1007 West Harrison Street, Chicago, IL 60607, USA
J Clin Child Adolesc Psychol 31:491-504. 2002..Last, cognitive vulnerability mediated the gender difference in depressive symptoms. Overall, results suggest that the ACSQ is a highly reliable and valid measure of cognitive vulnerability to depression in adolescence...
- Development of depression from preadolescence to young adulthood: emerging gender differences in a 10-year longitudinal studyB L Hankin
Department of Psychology, University of Wisconsin, Madison 53706, USA
J Abnorm Psychol 107:128-40. 1998....
- Development of gender differences in depression: description and possible explanationsB L Hankin
Department of Psychology, University of Wisconsin, Madison 53706, USA
Ann Med 31:372-9. 1999..Girls identify more strongly with a feminine stereotype of needing to appear thin and consequently become more dissatisfied with their body shape and physical appearance, which in turn is associated with increased depression...
- Differential susceptibility in youth: evidence that 5-HTTLPR x positive parenting is associated with positive affect 'for better and worse'B L Hankin
Department of Psychology, University of Denver, Denver, CO 80208, USA
Transl Psychiatry 1:e44. 2011..These GxE findings are consistent with the DSH and may inform etiological models and interventions in developmental psychopathology focused on positive emotion, parenting and genetic susceptibility...
- The timing of parent and child depression: a hopelessness theory perspectiveJohn R Z Abela
Department of Psychology, McGill University, Montreal, Quebec, Canada
J Clin Child Adolesc Psychol 35:253-63. 2006..The strength of this association was greater in girls...
- Adult attachment dimensions and specificity of emotional distress symptoms: prospective investigations of cognitive risk and interpersonal stress generation as mediating mechanismsBenjamin L Hankin
University of Illinois, Chicago, USA
Pers Soc Psychol Bull 31:136-51. 2005..Results advance theory and empirical knowledge about why these interpersonal and cognitive mechanisms explain how insecurely attached people become depressed and anxious...
- Protective and vulnerability factors predicting new-onset depressive episode in a representative of U.S. adolescentsBenjamin W Van Voorhees
Section of General Internal Medicine, Department of Medicine, The University of Chicago, Chicago, Illinois 60637, USA
J Adolesc Health 42:605-16. 2008..Depressive episodes cause considerable morbidity and mortality in adolescents. We sought to identify factors predicting new onset depressive episode in a representative sample of U.S. adolescents...
- Sex differences in adolescent depression: stress exposure and reactivity modelsBenjamin L Hankin
Department of Psychology, University of South Carolina, Barnwell College, Columbia, SC 29208, USA
Child Dev 78:279-95. 2007..The longitudinal direction of effects between depression and stressors varied depending on the stressor domain. Girls reacted more strongly to stressors in the form of depression...
- The time-varying influences of peer and family support on adolescent daily positive and negative affectSally M Weinstein
Department of Psychology and Institute for Health Research and Policy, University of Illinois at Chicago, IL 60609, USA
J Clin Child Adolesc Psychol 35:420-30. 2006..Family support did not interact with cohort or time...
- Stability of cognitive vulnerabilities to depression: a short-term prospective multiwave studyBenjamin L Hankin
Department of Psychology, University of South Carolina, Columbia, SC 29208, USA
J Abnorm Psychol 117:324-33. 2008..Theoretical and clinical implications of these findings are discussed...
- Measuring cognitive vulnerability to depression: development and validation of the cognitive style questionnaireGerald J Haeffel
University of Notre Dame, Haggar Hall, Notre Dame, IN 46556, USA
Clin Psychol Rev 28:824-36. 2008..Findings to date using college samples, indicate that the CSQ is a reliable measure of cognitive vulnerability with a high degree of construct validity...
- Cognitive theories of depression in children and adolescents: a conceptual and quantitative reviewZia Lakdawalla
Department of Psychology, University of Illinois at Chicago, Chicago, IL, USA
Clin Child Fam Psychol Rev 10:1-24. 2007..Ways to advance knowledge in the area of cognitive theories of depression among youth are discussed...
- Is there a universal positivity bias in attributions? A meta-analytic review of individual, developmental, and cultural differences in the self-serving attributional biasAmy H Mezulis
Department of Psychology, University of Wisconsin, Madison, WI 53706, USA
Psychol Bull 130:711-47. 2004..46), and attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (0.55). Findings confirm that the self-serving attributional bias is pervasive in the general population but demonstrates significant variability across age, culture, and psychopathology...
- Excessive reassurance seeking, hassles, and depressive symptoms in children of affectively ill parents: a multiwave longitudinal studyJohn R Z Abela
Department of Psychology, McGill University, Stewart Biological Sciences Building, 1205 Dr Penfield Avenue, Montreal, Quebec, Canada
J Abnorm Child Psychol 34:171-87. 2006....
- The structure of child and adolescent psychopathology: generating new hypothesesBenjamin B Lahey
Department of Psychiatry, University of Chicago, Chicago, IL 60637, USA
J Abnorm Psychol 113:358-85. 2004....
- Negative cognitive styles, dysfunctional attitudes, and the remitted depression paradigm: a search for the elusive cognitive vulnerability to depression factor among remitted depressivesGerald J Haffel
Department of Psychology, University of Wisconsin Madison, Madison, WI, USA
Emotion 5:343-8. 2005..Participants who had remitted from an episode of clinically significant depression had more negative cognitive styles, but not greater levels of dysfunctional attitudes, than did never depressed individuals...
- Daily depression and cognitions about stress: evidence for a traitlike depressogenic cognitive style and the prediction of depressive symptoms in a prospective daily diary studyBenjamin L Hankin
Department of Psychology, University of Illinois, Chicago, IL, USA
J Pers Soc Psychol 88:673-85. 2005..Dispositional neuroticism and negative cognitive style interacted with daily negative cognitions in different ways to predict daily depressive symptoms...
- Is depression best viewed as a continuum or discrete category? A taxometric analysis of childhood and adolescent depression in a population-based sampleBenjamin L Hankin
Department of Psychology, University of Illinois at Chicago, Chicago, IL, USA
J Abnorm Psychol 114:96-110. 2005..e., boys vs. girls and younger vs. older youth)...
- Adolescent depression: description, causes, and interventionsBenjamin L Hankin
University of South Carolina, Columbia, SC, USA
Epilepsy Behav 8:102-14. 2006..The present review shows that there are valid, empirically based assessments, treatments, and preventions for depression in adolescence that hold promise for reducing the significant burden associated with depression...


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Say this for Oceanside High's football team: when staring down adversity, the Pirates do not blink.
They trailed San Jose Bellarmine Prep 13-3 late in the second quarter of Friday night's Division I State Championship Bowl.
"We weren't worried," said Oceanside tackle Thomas Molesi.
Midway through the third quarter, the Pirates trailed 13-10. They had the ball on their 1.
"We've been there before," added Molesi. "We know how to stay positive."
Seventeen plays and 99 yards later, the Pirates took the lead on a 13-yard pass from Quentis Clark to Jerry Whittaker.
Oceanside never looked back, dealing Bellarmine a 24-19 defeat at The Home Depot Center to win its second State Championship Bowl in three years.
Oceanside (14-0) extended its unbeaten streak to a state-best 39 games. They have won 17 straight games. Bellarmine fell to 11-2-1.
Added Molesi, "We didn't want to be the ones to ruin the dynasty."
For a program that built its reputation on a rugged, physical defense, last night the Pirates got a big boost from its offense. A week ago in its 26-10 San Diego Section victory against Helix, the Pirates struggled with the ball. Midway through the fourth quarter against the Highlanders the Pirates totaled 55 yards in offense.
But Friday night Clark, Whittaker, Rene Siluano and Co. responded, never moreso than the 99-yard drive. The drive consumed 7 minutes, 35 seconds. The Pirates converted four third-down situations. Clark completed 6-of-8 passes for 39 yards, including the touchdown to Whittaker, which gave the Pirates a 17-13 lead.
Clark finished the game 12-of-20 for 167 yards and two touchdowns.
While that drive was a long, time-consuming one, the Pirates used their quick-strike skills the next time they had the ball. This time, Clark hit Siluano on a short slant-in.
The San Diego State-bound safety/running back caught the ball just past the line of scrimmage, broke a couple of tackles and didn't break stride until completing a 55-yard touchdown catch and run.
Of the victory, Oceanside coach John Carroll said, "Other Oceanside teams may match this (two titles in three years) but no one will ever beat it."
Oceanside took the opening kickoff and marched 66 yards from its 20 to the Bellarmine 14 before settling for a 31-yard Jose Velasquez field goal. From a confidence standpoint, the drive seemed significant after last week's performance.
The Pirates, though, were about to go face to face with Bellarmine's attack which gives new meaning to the term ball control.
"This offensive style of football is a whole different world," Carroll said before the game. "It's a boring offense, but it's an effective offense."
Here's how effective: The Bells' first drive went 85 yards in 14 plays, all on the ground. The next time Bellarmine had the ball the visitors traveled 53 yards in 13 plays. That time they mixed in one pass.
"It took us awhile to get used to their offense, but what we showed is once again, we're resilient," said coach John Carroll.
Bellarmine would mount a comeback. The Bells pulled to within 24-19 with 2:31 to play on a 12-yard touchdown pass. Oceanside recovered the onside kick, but could not grind out a first down.
With 1:51 to play, Bellarmine marched from its 25 to the Oceanside 41. Siluano deflected a fourth-down pass at about the 10.
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Air Traffic Controller
Do you excel at making rapid decisions in high pressure situations? Do you have superior communication skills? Were you fascinated with model airplanes as a child? If you answered yes to one or more of these questions, then read on, because becoming an air traffic controller may be the career choice for you!
Air traffic controllers are responsible for the safe, expeditious, and orderly movement of aircraft within an assigned airspace and on the ground of airports. As you will discover shortly, the job is much more complex than this seemingly straightforward definition would suggest. Specialization in one of two areas is possible. Tower Controllers are the more familiar of the two. They direct air traffic within a five to fifteen kilometer radius around an airport. They work in a glass-walled room at the top of airport control towers. As a group, they are responsible for ensuring the safe separation and movement of airport vehicles and departing, landing, and taxing aircraft. On the other hand, Enroute/Terminal Controllers work at seven area control centres in Canada where they keep track of flights and keep airplanes separated as they fly along airways and land or take off at airports that do not have control towers. They also hand off control to other controllers when airplanes leave the control centre's airspace and initiate search and rescue operations to locate overdue airplanes.
Ken formerly worked as a Tower Controller and enjoyed his time in this career immensely. Back when Ken was in university, his best friend suggested to him that he might be cut out to be an air traffic controller. This friend felt that Ken had the right "make-up" to be successful in the occupation because he was a swift thinker with good communication skills who functioned well in high pressure situations. Ken did not think much of these comments at the time, and it was not until years later when he was contemplating a career change, that he looked into the occupation further.
A typical working day for Ken began with him talking to a flight service specialist about the day's weather conditions and flight plans. He would open the tower, check all of the equipment, and check his radios. He would review the day's flight plans again, this time on the computer, and check to see where all the planes would be coming from. While he always tried to be as prepared as possible, Ken notes that "you can only do so much planning [in this job]. You have to be as prepared as possible, but you never fully know what is going to happen with the planes and must be flexible."
you can only do so much planning [in this job]. You have to be as prepared as possible, but you never fully know what is going to happen with the planes and must be flexible.
Ken believes this occupation to have numerous positive features. For one, it certainly provides much excitement and challenge, and you are granted a huge amount of responsibility. In addition, you are fairly independent and are in full control of your day-to-day tasks. Ken also suggests that this is a job which ends as soon as working hours are over: "at the end of your shift, you are relieved by an incoming worker. I hardly ever found myself taking my work home with me, and I liked that." Another noteworthy aspect is that workers are rarely, if ever, required to stay late.
The road to becoming an air traffic controller is by no means an easy one, something Ken emphasized repeatedly. The screening process is very rigorous and there are many phases you must pass through prior to actually being employed. Many people are "weeded out" at each phase. This is an occupation in which the slightest error on the part of the worker can have devastating effects. After all, human lives are at stake. It is therefore important that highly competent individuals be selected for the job. Ken says that "you really have to do your research and know what you are getting into beforehand, so that there are no surprises."
What does this process look like? To begin, a high school diploma (or the equivalent) is a necessity for all those interested in applying. In addition, applicants must be at least 18 years old and are required to take a basic aptitude exam. Candidates are then rank-ordered according to their aptitude scores, and according to Ken, around 50 percent then proceed to an interview phase. Interviewees are scored according to a points system, and while a university degree is not necessarily a requirement of the occupation, Ken points out that it does give you more points and "basically...shows that you have the ability to learn." Depending on the number of training spots available and the number of applications received, candidates with the highest overall rankings are invited to attend an intense, in-class training program at the NAV CANADA Training Institute (NCTI) in Cornwall, Ontario for five to ten months. Upon successful completion of this initial training a candidate begins on-the-job training, at a tower or centre selected for them based on operational need. Personal preference for working in a particular location is also taken into account, to a lesser extent. At this point, they become a probationary employee and begin receiving a salary from NAV CANADA.
Additional requirements for employment are that you qualify for a security clearance, have adequate hearing and vision (this includes colour perception), and that you successfully pass a civil aviation medical exam. You should also have the ability to quickly learn computer systems and applications. Though this whole process may seem daunting, people do get through it and can end up having a highly rewarding career. As Ken put it, "I loved being paid to watch airplanes and enjoyed having such an effect on so many people." Furthermore, even new air traffic controllers can expect to earn above-average salaries in relation to the amount of education required for the job.
I loved being paid to watch airplanes and enjoyed having such an effect on so many people.
In terms of the necessary personal characteristics for this career, Ken lists "being excellent under pressure, mentally alert, a fast decision maker, able to process information quickly and accurately, and able to handle large amounts of responsibility." You should also be able to follow clear cut rules and have a good short term memory. Good communication skills, including fluency in English (and French for positions in Quebec and Ottawa) are absolutely essential.
Those considering a career in air traffic control should be aware that individuals are often required to work rotating shifts. Shifts are 8.5 hours and you are always working with another individual which is particularly helpful when you are new on the job. You and your co-worker are able to switch on and off duties during the duration of the shift. Shifts cover the full 24 hours each day, and days off do not necessarily fall on the weekends. In other words, this is certainly not your "typical" 9-5 schedule. This schedule can be difficult for some individuals, especially those with a family. Another difficulty Ken cites is that you can be assigned to any air traffic control centre or tower in Canada, meaning that frequent relocation is a real possibility.
If you are considering a career in air traffic control, Ken suggests doing a lot of research, including visiting the NAV CANADA website, and talking to people who work in the occupation. If possible, you should also try to visit one of the towers or control centres, in order to become familiar with the work environment and the type of work done, although this might not always be possible due to security provisions at some locations.
The employment outlook for air traffic controllers is good. "This is a job that will always require a human to do it."
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Summary: The strange things always happen in anyone's life. So what will happen if they land onto a secondary school which has a long history? The mystery bases on the true story in my school. You will find it quite scary. Some characters's names and the school's name are replaced.
(A/n: For my frist friend on : lonely white cloud and my INSANE team^^. Thank you anyone for viewing. And sorry for the spelling and grammars mistakes)
Disclaimer: I do not own TRC. It belongs to CLAMP. I only own the students and teachers in X school.
Pairings: Kurofai (I'm a fangirl^^), SyaoSaku
Chapter 3: When everything was started.
"Syaoran! Wake up!"
"Wah!" Realizing Mokona was jumping on his face, Syaoran stopped screaming. " What's wrong Mokona?"
"I sensed a Sakura's feather!"
"Where? Where?" He nearly shouted, and when he saw the expression in Kurogane and Fai's faces, he blushed. " I… am sorry."
"Don't be so embrassing, we know that. Beside, Mokona!" Fai glared at the still-jumping-thing on Syaoran's laps.
"Sorry Syaoran! But you sleep so well that I have to do this to wake you up~" Mokona explained with a pout. Seeing Syaoran's dissapointing face, she comforted:
"I just don't sense the feather this morning, I did last night!"
"Last night?"
"Hey, why didn't you wake us up at that time you stupid manjuu?" Kurogane growled.
"But Mokona was sleeping at that time, my eyes just opened for a while and shut right after!"
Fai patted her head and comforted:
"Don't be sad about it Moko-chan, we couldn't go and come for it at the midnight anyway."
"Fai-san is right, we wasn't allowed to run around and look for the feather." Syaoran turned his head back to Mokona:
"So where is the feather?"
"In this school! But it seemed to be underground."
Knock knock knock.
"May I come in?"
It's Polly's voice.
She opened the door and stepped inside.
"Good morning. You wake up very early. You guys must be hungry for all the night without eating anything.
"Yes! Mokona is very hungry~" Mokona said. Polly giggled:
"Okay, I bring you some bread, paté and butter, we will eat them."
Syaoran looked very confused:
"That's so embrassing, you haven't had breakfast yet right?"
"Don't mind me, I usually go to school without it. I just want to eat with you. Ok, let's me prepare some sandwiches."
"Oh, I know how to do it, can I help you?" Fai stood up and hold the bag.
"That's very nice of you. Thanks."
"I am the one who should say it." He smiled warmly.
"Uhm…" A small groan from Syaoran's coat, he ran quickly near it.
"Sakura-hime, you wake?"
"Syaoran-kun… Where are we?" The brown-haired called 'Sakura' had beautiful emerald eyes, and looked at the same colour haied boy, asked quietly.
"We are in a new world now, princess. Oh, we are having breakfasts now, you should sit up and I will bring some to you."
"You are a princess?" With busy hands, Polly still had a little time to ask.
"Yes… And you are?"
"Polly. Here, try some." She gave her the sandwich which just had made. Sakura looked at her again, saw the nod and bited:
"It's really good."
"Just a common sandwich, don't make me feel like I'm a cook of a 5 stars restaurant!" she joked.
"Kuro-rin, Syaoran-kun, I'm done!" Fai happily said and the sanwiches was served. Polly surprised said:
"Wow, you're really quick! That's good, I don't have to do much." She sat natually on the ground. Everyone began eating their breakfast.
"It's an honor to see a real princess, nice to meet you." Polly spoke to Sakura.
"Nice to meet you too."
"Oh, if you are a princess, then Syaoran must be the prince!" Polly said like she recently discovered a new continent.
"Hoe?~" Their face turned red.
"Just kidding, look at your clothes I can know it. But Sakura… I think Syaoran is YOUR prince, right?" She smiled. Now their face not only red but also turned into tomatoes. Feeling pity them, she looked at two persons who were eating at the corner of the room.
"And you guys are princess's guardians, aren't you?"
"I'm not!" Kurogane shouted but froze when he saw Sakura's eyes filled with water. Fai poked him:
"Uh oh, Kuro-sama, what did you say?~"
He gave Fai a dead glare and stuttered to Sakura.
"Well, I didn't mean that… Just Tomoyo is my master and I… I still protect you okay?"
When she finally nodded, he pulled a breath and looked away.
"It's time for me to go now." Polly stood up, sighed "I still get my duty to do."
Mokona hold her shirt:
"Polly-chan, can you do us a favour?"
"Huh? Ok."
"We are looking for something very special to Sakura-chan and we know it is in your school, can you help us?"
"Of course, what's that?"
"A memory of Sakura-hime's" answered Syaoran "It's underground."
"Underground?" Polly's eyes opened widely "Are you sure about that?"
"Underground…" She mumbled "I will try to help you."
"Thank you."
"Don't say thanks to me, I didn't say I could do it, I just try to."
"Your trying is enough for our thanks." Syaoran said.
Polly left, with a worry on her mind.
But hadn't said about her worry yet, right now her class was having a Biology test.
"I can't believe I couldn't do the second question!" A long-haired girl bended her head down to the table.
"You got lucky with it. Look at me, I could do only 3/5 questions!" The shorter-haired one rolled her eyes.
"Polly is the best, she could do everything." The girl standing next to Polly pointed at her. Polly smiled bitterly:
"Hey, don't get jealous with me yet, I did one wrong."
"Still better then me." The shorted-haired complained. "Oh, I don't understand anything! Gene, chromosomes, DNA,….Genetics program is definitely the wrost."
"Charlotte, don't worry about it, not everyone could do all. And beside, our Biology teacher Helena was not an easy marker."
Right, this was the INSANE team, with the captain Charlotte. The long-haired was Petria – a money lover, the girl who holding a dictionary was Nicole, and the glasses one, nobody else, was Polly.
So, where was the fifth member?
There she is, a pony tail-haired, with a sad face.
"What happened, Nonoe?"
"About the class's log. Our class's discipline score was too low and Pillera was angry at me." She explained.
Polly discontented:
"It was not your fault, why did you have to be yelled at?"
"No… she didn't yell at me… just reprimanded…"
"That's not better at all!"
Charlotte sighed:
"She is our homeroom teacher, she will to take responsibillities if our class's marks aren't good enough. And I have to admit our class today is like a broken street market."
"Always likes that when we have a test."
Seeing their boredom, Polly felt very sad. But what she could do? And… yeah, there is another problem. After considering for a while, she finally asked:
"Can you… allow somebody to join our team?"
"Of course. Where are they?" Charlotte exicited quite up and held Polly's arms.
"Well… I mean…" Polly swallowed hard. " Can you allow them to join our plan tonight?"
"…You told them?" She looked very unpleased.
"Well yeah… but they need to… and I…"
"Polly, WHERE ARE THEY?"
"T-They will be there after class…"
"Do you know who they are?"
Silence was everywhere.
Poked, poked.
"Are you sleeping, Kuro-puu?" Fai asked. Kurogane opened an eye to see the blonde, and then shut it:
"Ninja doesn't sleep during the day."
"Eh? So why are you so quiet?"
"We have to keep silent in order not to be recognized."
"Oh I see, you trust Polly right?"
"Hey, Kuro-sama!" Fai leaned closer. "Do you trust me?"
Both of Kurogane's eyes now opened.
"Why do you ask?"
"I just want to~" He said with a sing song voice. 'I know he definitely doesn't, but if he does,…' Fai snapped out of his thought by giving Kurogane a smile.
Suddenly they heard footsteps from outside like someone was rushing on the stairs. All of them froze, eyes locked on the door. It was finally opened, or correctly, be kicked out. Appearing at their sight was a girl with an angry face. Behind her was Polly, who was holding her shirt.
"Great! Now they aren't even Vietnameses! What are you going to do now?" She turned her head to Polly.
"Wait, did you say something about foreigners?" Nicole asked, and when she saw the group her eyes twinkled.
"Ahhhh! I finally see them! Oh my god, where did you come from? What is your language? You looked different from each other so you must come from different countries? And…"
"Nicole!" Charlotte frown. Nicole realized that she was too excited to see the situation right now, and bow her head:
"Okay, this is the serious problem, as the captain I'd like you to explain to me about these persons directly Polly."
"They are all nice and kind Charlotte! They just want to-"
"Don't beg for them, I don't want to hear." She stopped Polly.
"What's going on?" Mokona asked nervously.
Charlotte shoot her vision to Mokona, and the serious face complety gone. She gasped:
"OMG, OMG, it's so cute! What are you? You can even talk!"
"Mokona is Mokona! Nice to meet you!"
"Oh, soooo cuuuttttteeeee!" She hugged her tightly.
"What's this?" Kurogane shocked."Just one minute ago she still have a cautionous face and now she changed 180 degree ?!"
"The world is full of posibilities, Kuro-chu!" Fai laughed. Polly sighed:
"This is her weakness, whenever she sees something cute, especially cute animals, she will throw away all her doubts in whatever situations. And…" She looked at Nonoe, who was standing in front of the door. " Not only one person."
"Wah! Charlotte! Let's me touch it!"
"No way! She is mine!" Charlotte turned her back, hided Mokona.
"You are so selfish! Let's me see let's me see!"
"Hum… If we sell this creature then how much money will we earn, minus the tax and advetising costs…" Petria caculated with a focus face.
"Ok… So captain, can you let them in?" Polly asked nervously.
"Sure, sure! As long as I can see this cute Mokona, they can stay in here as they want! Mokona, raise your hand higher so I can picture you!"
Polly and the travel group:
And that's how it started.


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GENEVA (AP) -- Direct talks planned between President Bashar Assad's government and the Western-backed opposition hoping to overthrow him were scrapped Friday, and the two sides will meet a U.N. mediator in different rooms at different times.
The separate meetings are a major setback for a peace conference that has been on the verge of collapse since it was first floated in 2012 as a path out of the civil war that began as a peaceful uprising against President Bashar Assad.
U.N. mediator Lakhdar Brahimi was meeting first with a government delegation and later Friday with representatives from the Syrian National Coalition, said U.N. spokeswoman Alessandra Vellucci.
Bouthaina Shaaban, an advisor to Assad who traveled to Geneva for the talks, blamed the coalition and questioned whether it is prepared to negotiate an end to the violence.
"We came here with Syria and the Syrian people on our mind, only while they came here with positions and posts on their mind," she said, minutes before her delegation drove into the U.N. offices for talks with Brahimi.
The Syrian National Coalition, which is made up largely of exiles, lacks influence with an increasingly radicalized rebellion, which has been pulled apart by an influx of increasingly radicalized militants. Infighting among rebels has left 1,400 people dead in the past 20 days, according to activists, who have counted more than 130,000 deaths since the rebellion began in 2011.


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Remember last year when before the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show a bunch of the models lip synched to "Moves Like Jagger?" Well this year they did it to a Justin Bieber song. "Beauty & A Beat" to be exact. And the models doing the lip synching this year are Alessandra Ambrosio, Adriana Lima, Behati Prinsloo, Candice Swanepoel, Doutzen Kroes, Elsa Hosk, Erin Heatherton, Jessica Hart, Lily Aldridge, Lindsay Ellingson and Miranda Kerr. To be exact. Now I'm all for anytime someone wants to video supermodels being super, but last year's effort for the Fashion Show was a touch bit better in my book. I mean, the outfits they were wearing last year were just sexier. Plus, there was that whole lack of Bieber. That too. What do you think?
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AUGUSTA, Ga. — Chances are, you have no attachment whatsoever to Fred Couples. Never played a round of golf with him, never knew his Aunt Millie at the club, never had a reason to think much about him beyond the odd televised PGA Tour event.
And yet, chances are you will be pulling for Couples at the Masters this afternoon. Why? It could be that he makes you think of better days. Or he allows you to believe anything is possible. Or maybe it's just because he reminds you a little of yourself.
Rory McIlroy? Rickie Fowler? Jason Day? Those guys are in another dimension. They are 21, 22 and 23, respectively, and probably have no idea that life won't always be this sweet.
But you know better. And so does Couples.
You can see it when he bends down at No. 12 to read a putt. He winces slightly and then twists his torso left and right to loosen a perpetually cranky back.
You can see it when he pulls his hat off on the 18th green and the cameras show the head of gray hair that is stashed underneath.
You can hear it when he is asked how he would describe his possible victory in the Masters and Couples pretty much dismisses the idea of a 51-year-old winning golf's most prestigious event.
"Retiring is what it would be. I would be gone," Couples said. "It would be the biggest upset in golf history.
"Are you kidding?"
Yeah, there is little chance Couples will put on another green jacket 19 years after he won his first. Not with Tiger Woods racing up the leaderboard. And not with a United Nations list of golfers between him and the lead.
Couples shot 4-under 68 on Friday in the second round, putting him five strokes behind leader McIlroy in a five-way tie for seventh place at 5-under 139. Conceptually, he has a chance. Realistically, it's not going to happen.
It's been eight years since Couples last won on the PGA Tour. He still has more length to his game than a lot of younger golfers, and after an estimated 200 rounds or so on Augusta National, he knows the course as well as anyone.
But Couples has been living with a bad back for several years, and the effort of playing four consecutive days on a rolling course such as Augusta is bound to take a toll.
So can Couples repeat Jack Nicklaus' magic from 1986 when he won the Masters at 46?
"Six years ago, maybe," Couples said.


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Roughly chop the garlic and then sprinkle the salt on top. Using both the sharp edge and the flat side of the knife blade, crush the garlic and salt together to create a paste. Add the remaining seasoning ingredients and chop them together.
Prepare the grill for direct cooking over medium heat (350° to 450°F).
Lightly brush or spray the chops on both sides with oil. Spread half of the seasoning mixture on both sides of the lamb chops. Allow the chops to stand at room temperature for 15 to 30 minutes before grilling.
Put the cut potatoes in a medium bowl. Drizzle 2 tablespoons of oil over the top and add the remaining half of the seasoning mixture. Stir the potatoes to coat them evenly.
Brush the cooking grates clean. Grill the potatoes over direct medium heat, with the lid closed as much as possible, until tender, 15 to 20 minutes, turning every 5 minutes. Remove from the grill and keep warm while you grill the lamb.
Grill the lamb chops over direct medium heat, with the lid closed as much as possible, until cooked to your desired doneness, about 8 minutes for medium rare, turning once or twice (if flare-ups occur, move the chops temporarily over indirect heat). Remove from the grill and let rest for 3 to 5 minutes. Serve warm with the potatoes.


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CLASSICAL legend Andrea Bocelli will be on stage at the Echo Arena in Liverpool on November 18, 2014 as part of a four night UK tour.
He will be performing songs from his latest album, Passione.
Two guests have yet to be announced.
Bocelli, the biggest selling solo classical artist of all time, has performed for four U.S. presidents, two popes, the royal family, as well as at ceremonies for the Olympic Games and the World Cup.
He has sold more than 80 million albums around the world.
Tickets go on sale on Friday, March 28 at 9am. To book, visit echoarena.com or call the box office on 0844 8000 400.


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I took a video from Shell, new-notifications branch which is experimental. Those are under design, nothing final!
Just two things.
1. This comes from Jasper St. Pierre (js dev), and Pierre wasn't online to ask him some more info about his latest work. Gnome is changing things in GSettings, they change things in Notifications libraries, and they change designs as well, adding some more animations.
2. My video is bad. There were some more things I had to screencast, but Shell wasn't very stable, and it was required some extra time. I will do a new one later.
I tried it, I'm sharing it ;)
You can see all the changes @ Git.Gnome:


text: Should we be pessimistic or optimistic about WVU? By Dave Hickman November 18, 2013 Story Share MORGANTOWN, W.Va. -- I spent a bit of time Monday going through the player participation list from West Virginia's most recent game. You remember that, right? It was Saturday's messy 31-19 embarrassment at Kansas.I did so because of this, from Dana Holgorsen in the aftermath of what stands as the low-water mark in the already-shallow pool that constitutes WVU football over the past two seasons:"This program's not equipped right now to handle the wear and tear of the Big 12,'' Holgorsen said. "You look at how many freshmen were out there - and I'm not blaming anything on injuries; that's just part of the game. But you've got to be able to have depth. In the Big 12, you've got to be able to handle a lot of snaps and you've got to be able to handle injuries. And right now we're not where we need to be.''The question, then, becomes an easy one: Is West Virginia headed in the right direction?The answer? Well, not so easy.Of course, none of what I'm about to present is likely to sway your opinion one way or another. It's the Fox News/MSNBC syndrome that pervades our culture. There's no longer any gray area to anything political. You've made up your mind and nothing anyone says will change it. You watch one or the other merely to validate your point of view.Thus, Dana Holgorsen is either the worst thing that has ever happened to West Virginia (not just the university, but the state, right?) or he's trying to make chicken salad out of chicken excrement and deserves more time.And so none of this will be enlightening. Shoot, I'm not even sure what to make of it. But while one faction accuses Holgorsen of ruining what they perceive as the wonderful program the late Bill Stewart had built, and another praises him for beginning the process of blowing up what they saw as a stagnant program and starting from scratch, it is at least interesting to revisit the current WVU roster and see just whose players these are.And so first, we took a look at that player participation chart from the Kansas game. A total of 54 players saw the field, be it on offense, defense or special teams. Of those, 37 were recruited after Holgorsen arrived in December of 2010 and 17 were already on board. (Just to clarify further, when we say recruited after Holgorsen came on board, that includes anyone that committed after he was hired as the offensive coordinator and head coach in waiting. They may or may not have been primarily Stewart recruits, but when they committed they knew who they would eventually play for. Conversely, anyone that was already on the roster or had committed to the next recruiting class pro-Holgorsen is considered a Stewart holdover).Anyway, the 22 starters on offense and defense in the Kansas game were split down the middle, 11 Stewart signees and 11 on Holgorsen's watch. Perhaps curiously, there were more Holgorsen defensive starters (6) than offensive (5).Where it starts to become a bit more interesting is in the depth that Holgorsen talked about. Minus the 22 starters, that means 32 others saw action. All but six can be considered Holgorsen-era players. Add it up and 37 of the 54 players who saw action at Kansas arrived on Holgorsen's watch, 17 having already been here or committed.Of course, you can take that a couple of different ways, which I'm sure you will. On one hand, Holgorsen is already playing predominantly with his own players (just under 70 percent) and failing miserably, as a 6-13 record in the last 19 games attests.On the other hand, though, it goes without saying that since Holgorsen has been on board less than three years, every one of those players who have arrived on his watch have been in the program less than three years. Eleven of those 37 Holgorsen players who saw action against Kansas have been in the program less than a year, arriving either in January or this summer. And 16 others arrived only last year. That's 27 first- or second-year players among the 37 Holgorsen-era recruits who played on Saturday. Oh, and you may also have noticed it's exactly half of the players who played at Kansas. Granted, some are transfers or junior college guys with some previous experience, but they've still been in WVU's program barely long enough to have redshirted, although most didn't. Again, you can spin all of that any way you want, which I'm sure you will. And while you're at it, include the injured list in there, too. There are 17 players who have played this season or were expected to play and didn't play at Kansas, most because of injuries. Eleven are Holgorsen recruits.The grand totals? Well, that's 71 players, 48 of them Holgorsen-era recruits. So you can argue that after three years and with well over half the contributors his own, Holgorsen's depth issues are self-created.Or, as Holgorsen will almost certainly argue, with so many first- and second-year players (33 of the 48) trying to make things happen during a rebuilding process, well, what do you expect? His argument will be that he's had two full recruiting classes and part of a third (his abbreviated first year) and has been forced to use a ton of those guys well before he would have liked to use them.And so on Monday I asked Holgorsen about his recruiting, point blank. Is he comfortable with what he's gotten so far? Is he on track? Is there light at the end of the tunnel?"I think that's everybody's challenge across the country to try to amp your roster up,'' Holgorsen said. "We're redshirting about 30 guys right now, which some of those are walk-ons. Whether they develop into what we need or not, time will tell."But I think it's getting better. Your challenge is to get it better and I do think our recruiting has gotten better and I think it will continue to get better.'' The real question, though, is probably whether or not it's been any good so far. Again, there are two sides to that argument. Many will say it's obvious that Holgorsen's recruiting to date has been lousy. They will say 4-7 proves that.And he will again argue that throwing unprepared players into the fire, no matter how good they might one day be, is no litmus test. I asked him if perhaps throwing even more of those untested newcomers to the fire might have made a difference in the won-loss record, even at the expense of their ultimate development. Perhaps a Shelton Gibson?"I don't think that's true,'' Holgorsen said. "I think you redshirt them for a reason. I wish we'd been able to redshirt Marvin Gross, Darrien Howard, Jeremy Tyler . . . those guys need to be redshirted. You need those guys to develop."There's rare instances, like Daryl Worley and Wendell Smallwood and Daikiel Shorts, that can come in as true freshmen and play at a pretty good level. That's going to happen every now and then. But the majority of the time you want them redshirted, you want to develop them and then get them seasoned a couple of years into it. Those need to be your backups.''Again, none of this is likely to change anyone's opinion. Nor am I attempting to. Maybe the players Holgorsen is recruiting aren't good enough. Maybe they're not good enough yet. Maybe we're deep into the total collapse of the program or the early stages of its renaissance.The bottom line, though, is that unlike those who profess that Holgorsen is either an abject failure or a success story waiting to be written, I don't think it's clear either way.Reach Dave Hickman at 304-348-1734 or firstname.lastname@example.com or follow him at Twitter.com/dphickman1. Story Share Story Share Trending Now 1 City of Milton tries to revive Morris Memorial property 2 Mitch Vingle: WVU's Lyons watching bombshell merger news 3 Morgantown coal operator Laurita indicted in alleged campaign finance scheme 4 Books and Brews expanding to Charleston's West Side 5 Former Boone school board members indicted Shuler, Cato among MU's south Florida natives Previous Story Foul play gums up flow of game Next Story


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Here we go. Another case of Mysterious Hardware from the 80's.
So in the early 80's while AT&T was cranking out Unix PC's and PC6300 clones one of the neglected corners of their R&D lab decided to build a terminal for the home or the office desk. Obviously they ended up never being a commercially viable product and after a few years of poor sales they were withdrawn and have pretty much vanished from existance. It seems all that remains now are a few scant magazine articles that google
Finally after almost two and a half years of work, 32 lines of code and 12 pages of diagrams it was finished. The first CCU for a model 33 designed exclusively to control a Hayes Smartmodem hidden away inside the stand while looking completely original, being completely modular AND bridging the gap from the early telecommunicating days to the modern era was completed.
In the meantime a fellow from out east gave me a shout. He knew that my teletype was using a wooden stand I built myself. By chance he had just bought a basketcase model 33 that he was about to trade away for a better one but the new owner didnt want the stand. A small fee was agreed on and a week later I finally had a proper stand for my teletype. It was grubby and rusty but Im not complaining and it looked a lot better after it was given a cleaning.
Now is the point where bugs began to come out of the woodwork.
Once the Pro Mini was programmed I began playing with sending commands to the modem using the buttons exclusively. The first issue was that single presses would repeatedly fire off commands, resulting in erratic behaviour and unreliable operation. The assumption was that the switches were inducing a level of keybounce and the micro read each instance as me pressing the button. Initially
I decided at this point to make a small modification. Initially when the phone was off hook the DIAL lamp would remain illuminated alongside the OH lamp on the modem but I wanted to make it a little more dynamic. Again using the CD signal I was assisted in designing a small circuit that when only OH was active the lamp would blink and when CD came up the lamp would go solid indicating a connection had been established.


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All in Your Head: Should You Let the Internet Diagnose You?
Headaches that are too sharp, too long, too concentrated make my head spin (add vertigo to the list). Maybe it's my first migraine? Or very first tumor? It could be anything. Anything! My acute and impending demise sends me straight to my safe place, the Internet, to disprove whatever disease I've concocted. Only sometimes, it doesn't quiet my fears. It makes them louder.
Cyberchondria sounds like a faddy, fake word for people who aren't ready to call themselves hypochondriacs, but it's actually a very real phenomena. People, including web-savvy Microsoft employees who were surveyed, tend to favor search engines over health sites like WebMD, and they search for symptoms not diseases. To find out why this can make matters worse,
A search for symptoms can return a host of results, most for rare and serious conditions. Since "stay away from the Internet" has proved to be useless advice, researchers are now pushing search engines like Google and Microsoft to take a diagnostic approach to health search. Users would enter risk factors like age, sex, weight, etc., in addition to symptoms. Results would display in the order of what's most likely rather than what's most popular or linked (or however Google is doing it these days).
So this all sounds very pragmatic and techy and Web 3.0, but I don't know that I want it. Because the best way to calm Internet disease-digging fears is to disregard its source — the Internet. What happens when that's no longer an excuse? Guess I'll have to go the doctor!


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In the kitchens of Nasty Chef Jordan Rumsey, seven celebrity contestants are battling it out to claim a title but the knives are out and someone's for the chop.
The Totternhoe Players have the perfect recipe for a night of fun when they stage two performances of a murder mystery this weekend.
The story has been written by one of their members Nick Parr and it's a very tongue in cheek homage to masterchef Gordon Ramsay.
Fame and money is at stake but all hold a grudge against Jordan Rumsey.
Does one of them hate him enough to kill him? Watch the play, discuss "who done it" with others at your table, question the cast and decide on the killer, weapon and motive.... and you might win a prize.
Murderously good fun is guaranteed to all attending this entertaining evening. Performances will be on Friday and Saturday at 7.45pm at Totternhoe Lower School.
Tickets are £9, including ploughman's supper and dessert, BYOB.
To reserve your place in the kitchen call the box office 01582 603287.


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A check of a big rig carrying cucumbers across the border in Otay Mesa this week yielded an hidden crop: 288 packages of marijuana, authorities said.
Federal officers arrested the driver of the tractor-trailer after making the find among the fruit about 7:30 p.m. Thursday, U.S. Customs and Border Protection officials said.
The truck was headed into the U.S. from Mexico with a manifest stating that its cargo was cucumbers. But officers took a closer look inside the truck and found 1,600 pounds of marijuana in packages hidden among the boxes of cucumbers.
Federal officials estimated the street value of the marijuana at about $721,000.
The 40-year-old driver, a Mexican citizen, was arrested and booked into federal jail, authorities said.


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The African Alliance of States had welcomed the support of a NATO air base being established in their territory. It was believed that such an air base would ease the tension in the region and also stimulate the African economy. Enough land had been set aside for the air base, schools, and housing for the service personnel and their families. It was believed that making such an invitation would definitely pump up the African economy, encouraging foreigners to spend money in the local businesses.
The above reasoning was that of the governments of the various African States. However, there was a bitter division among the citizens of the countries. Many despised the foreigners, especially Americans. The African men were especially vocal in their opposition. But their vocal opposition quickly disappeared once the families started to arrive. Talk of military power, foreigners, and the economy were points to bring argument. But one benefit the African men came to greatly appreciate was the beautiful women that came with the families, beautiful white women to be exact. Previously, the lusting black males had only come upon a white female through the White Slavery connection, if he could afford to pay for such a pleasure, but such women wore well worn before reaching them. And now their lusts for white meat had come to them at no cost.
The top military brass knew of the white slavery trade in this part of the world. But they did not want to alarm the incoming officers and military personnel, especially the wives of the servicemen. White wives in particular! The brass felt they must warn the incoming servicemen and their wives but not use the extremely blunt wording of white slavery, as they feared that it would leak out to the leaders of the country they were in. Such would lead to an international embarrassment.
Thus, as the military personnel and families arrived, they were given maps of the areas of the city and countryside that had been cleared and approved, for safety of the U.S. personnel and families. The out of bounds or dangerous areas for white personnel, especially white females, to venture into, were merely marked as areas not inspected as yet and that they needed to be very cautious and preferably not venture in or near those areas.
To the delight of the African men, the servicemen arriving were in their early to mid-twenties and so were their beautiful wives. The men, of this African State, were as black as the night and would give up their worldly possessions in order to fuck his black manhood into the innocent body of some lovely white wife.
Naturally, anything banned or placed off limits intrigued everyone prohibited from venturing into the area. Once the approved areas had been visited, the more intriguing the off limit areas appeared to be.
While shopping in the approved area, Mrs. Lauren Obrien, carefully checked her map being sure she was in the approved sector. The beautiful young wife had made the trip over to this country with her husband, Capt. Pat Obrien, who currently was out flying missions in his F-16 and wouldnt be back for another day. Seeing that she was at the edge of the non-approved sector, she was curious and peered down the narrow alleyways that were littered with vendors signaling for her to view their merchandise. She hesitated but thought it would be safe to wander just a little bit into the non-approved sector, so long as she did not lose sight of the boundary line.
The milk-white body of this beautiful young woman attracted the eyes of all the local Africans, in particular the evil eyes of a Raheem Nimba, a leader in the local white slavery ring in this part of the country. He knew the disappearance of such a beauty would bring about a heavy crack down on his trade and did not want such a problem. But if he could get his clutches on such a beautiful woman he could make a small fortune with his clientele in within the city itself. And thus, he licked his lips and moved about slowly as he followed the unsuspecting white beauty. His cocked twitched under his white African robe as he stared at the long slender milk-white legs, with sexy high heels, unlike the drab items worn by the local women.
Lauren was so intrigued with the unusual trinkets and souvenirs and moving slowly about in the many near-connected tents, the young wife was soon at a lost when she looked about for her bearings. The panicky young wife made a rush to a nearby exit way and everything looked the same, just rows and rows of peddlers and their trinkets. Lauren tried to ask the peddlers for directions but only received blank stares, unable to comprehend her questions.
The lusting Raheem Nimba never took his beady eyes off the beautiful white prey, as she tried desperately to make her way out of the maze of stalls and tents. The narrow alleys and bustling crowds merely added to the distressed beautys confusion. The facial expression of this confused woman was quite obvious.
Then Raheem approached the distressed woman Are you in need of help, my lady? Lauren gave a sigh of relief as she finally heard someone speak English to her. Oh, yes ..yes ..thank you! I seem to have lost my bearings and need to get back to the main street, so I can get to the air base!
Raheem smiled at her and said Come this way! Then he was leading her through a narrow passage into a quiet street, but even farther away from her destination. "You are a long way from the main street and the air base!" he lied to her. "I will be happy to take you back there! You will never find your way on your own!" he added. Lauren sighed with relief Oh, thank you! You are so kind!
I must first drop this off at my home. Its only a minute away! Raheem advised as he lifted up a small sack and smiled as he walked through a weave of small tents, followed by the thankful young wife. Only, the unsuspecting beauty was being led down to her path of destruction, the destruction of her innocence.
Lauren was surprised at this luxurious mansion that seemed to appear out of nowhere. And this was the home of her savior. He invited her in but Lauren was hesitant to enter the home of a perfect stranger, in a foreign country. Please, madam! It will not look good for me to have a foreign woman standing in front of my home for a period of time Raheem spoke. Unaware of the local customs, Lauren didnt want to break any traditions nor offend this man, who had offered to help her. Oh, let me introduce myself. My name is Raheem Nimba and this is my humble home! he advised as he bowed before this lovely creature. Lauren introduced herself to Raheem and explained that her husband was a captain in the U.S Air Force, stationed at the nearby air base.
Entering the luxury home, in this rather poor country, Lauren was impressed. Raheem asked the servant to prepare drinks for them, speaking in his native tongue. What Lauren didnt realize was the servant being instructed to lace the guest drink with a potent sexual stimulant. A rare stimulant only known in this part of the world, one that caused some drowsiness along with a burning heat in ones sexual organs, causing a desperate need to extinguish the those fires.
Lauren sipped at the very pleasant tasting drink, as she made small talk with her host. Then her glass was refilled before she could refuse. Upon finishing her new drink, she insisted to her host Please, Mr. Nimba, I must be on my way! I really do appreciate you taking the time to show me the way back! As she tried to stand upright, the room began to spin madly about her. Raheem grinned as he caught the staggering beauty, knowing the potent drug was definitely taking effect. He lifted the American beauty in his arms and exited the room, through the door held open by his smiling servant.
Another servant held open the door to Raheems bedroom, upon which he entered with the drugged young wife in his arms. He laid her on the middle of his king-sized bed. He smiled as the young wife pleaded Oh, please ..please, whats happening ..whats happening to me! Poor Lauren tried to get up from the bed but her arms and legs would not obey her mind. Meanwhile, Raheem opened the beautys purse and looked at her passport, seeing she was indeed an American, 26 years of age, and the wife of Capt. Pat Obrien. Praise Allah! Raheem muttered as he had always wanted to sample a beautiful American woman. And Mrs. Lauren Obrien was far more than he could have dreamt of ever having.
Lauren stared blankly up at the man who had promised
to help her find her way, "Please, please,
..whats happening to me
..please, I must get home! Lauren looked up pleadingly, then
her body shivered as this African began to take off his robe, he was going
to disrobe in front of her. Trying desperately to get up and away
from this evil man, Laurens body failed to respond.
The lovely young wife gasped as the naked black man proudly handled his might black shaft. Raheem stoked the long black shaft, which he would soon make the little beauty scream with. He thanked Allah for having the Americans come to his country and for delivering this little morsel to his humble home. Never had he seen such an innocent and naïve young beauty. He was immensely going to love degrading this pretty little thing. And maybe leaving her a little one to remember him by!
The naked black man slowly approached the bed, then he slowly moved his face down to hers. His lips almost touched her mouth she turned her face away from him, but he merely waited a few moments, holding her very tightly against his body. The potent drug was still at work and Raheem enjoyed the feeling of her lovely body breathing heavily. Then he slowly turned her face towards his face again, only this time hers she did not turn to avoid his kiss. His lips were much thicker than any she had kissed before and now they were brushing lightly against her mouth. Raheem moved his face back and looked into her eyes for any reaction, then gave the unresisting beauty a deep passionate kiss.
Slowly Laurens pink lips parted under the pressure, as a thick pointed tongue invaded her mouth. She made a brief attempt to pull her face away but the potent drug prevented any meaningful movement. Their moist saliva mingled as Raheem explored her soft mouth with his exploring tongue, his right hand moving down to her thigh, feeling the top of her nylons. Lauren struggled when she felt his hand move slowly upwards.
Raheem grinned at his captive little beauty. Leaning forward, his hands were getting the buttons of her dress undone. Laurens dress was soon undone down the front to her waist. Raheem lowered his face to press his lips near the edge of her white nylon brassiere that was now fully exposed through the gaping opening of her dress. Lauren trembled, as the exploring black hand was now moving even higher, up her bare thigh to her treasured prize. With her dress pulled up, what a contrast it made as the black hand caressed her milk-white thigh. She lay back, unable to move feeling ashamed at having this devious African exploring her body.
Lauren thought of her loving husband, Pat, who was away in his F-16 with the squadron on a mission. She had always been faithful to him, her husband being the only man she had made love with. She knew she had to be faithful to him, she could not let this filthy African have his way with her. Then a moan emitted from her pink lips, moaning from the unwanted stimulation that stemmed from beneath her skirt, the black fingers teasing at her clenching vagina lips, covered by only her thin lace panties.
The silky panties were getting moist with all the slick juice from stimulated groove. She was embarrassed to have this ugly dark African, older than her own father, responsible for her sexual stimulation and her now slick womanhood. Then she felt him easing the shoulder straps of her bra down, loosening her thin bra to bare one of her perfect ivory breasts capped by a perfect pink nipple. She shivered with pleasure when a pink nipple between was captured and tweaked by her black assailant. Her nipple responded immediately, becoming hard and firm. Never had her nipple reacted so quickly from such stimulation when her loving husband touched her.
Raheem lowered his black face and suck a tender pink nipple into his mouth, causing a loud gasp from the pretty young wife. He sucked on the tender white flesh until he had the little bitch moaning with the pleasure. She rubbed her thighs in frustration when she felt the hand move from between her thighs to begin unfastening her garters. But some sense back to the young wife as she cupped her bra to her bared breast and put the strap back iinto place. Then she moaned as her nylons were slowly rolled down her long milky-white legs. Then her trim white heels were slipped off her sexy feet, followed by her nylons.
Raheem ran his hands up and down her soft milk-white thighs, then he began licking all along her slender white legs, licked her soft pink soles, and sucked each of her tiny toes. Now the beautiful and faithful Mrs. Lauren O'brien was clad only in her matching lavendar bra an panties. The young beauty made another attempt to stand on wobblly knees and Raheen took a step back to take in the beautiful sight of this lucious young beauty.
Unable to stand it any long, Raheem pushed the young wife back onto the bed. He then grabbed the flimsy material of her lace lavendar panties and tore them apart, as Lauren gave an involuntary gasp at the baring of her precious gem. Then Raheem licked his way up to the American wifes soft bush, burying his face in her sweet mound. His thick tongue found her stiff clitoris and teased it mercilessly, feeling the beautys trim thighs clamp tightly around his bobbing head.
Raheem nodded towards the door "Do you want to leave, Mrs. Obrien? Want me to take you home now, Mrs. Obrien?" Lauren was moaning and panting in desperation, desperate to obtain sexual relief, moaning she slowly lay back on the bed. Her milk-white thighs rubbed against each other and Raheem smiled as the ivory gates opened, giving him the freedom to suck at its treasure. Lauren heard the laugh of triumph, as the thick tongue against licked her slick groove, causing her to arch up in an orgasm never before of this magnitude.
Lauren shivered as the muscular old man bent over her, pushing her lovely white legs well apart, bending his lower to suck at her swollen cuntlips. Oh, Goddddddd . ohhhhhhh, God . ..ohhhhhhhh .ohhhh . .pleasssseeeeee! she moaned at the unbelievable sensations stirring between her loins.
"How long have you been married, my dear Mrs. Obrien? Have you cheated on your husband before, Mrs. Obrien?" Raheem taunted the pretty wife, loving her facial expressions that told him she had been indeed true to her husband. Until now that its. "Just two years. Ive always been true to my husband!" came the muttered reply. In fact Lauren had been a virgin on her wedding day and never experienced any man other than her husband.
Leaning over the drugged young wife, Raheem grasped her petite white hands and brought them to handle his throbbing monstrosity. "Cmon my little sweet American wife ..... you want to feel a big African cock, dont you? Much bigger than the Americans little winnie, huh, Mrs. Obrien? Oh, what would your American husband say if he could see his faithful wife stroking my long filthy African cock!" he laughed, as he was kept pumping against the soft hands. The cock began leaking, smearing her manicured fingers with a continual flood of hot sticky juice. "Take it, my American beauty ...hold it .stroke it ......make it erupt like an oil well!", he groaned at the delight of her soft touch, wanting to degrade this sweet American wife.
Raheem let her feast her eyes on his massive black snake of a cock, knowing that she would subconsciously compare his weapon with her puny husbands. Lauren could not take her eyes from what really looked like a long black snake, her stroking it made it continue to swell and grow. Lauren saw the clear thick venom that formed at the mouth of the long black snake and ooze down to soil her hands. Then the realization struck her, just what that venom could do if injected in her Oh, please ...please .no .please ..Im not on the pill . .please, noooooooo youll get me pregnant .please .need .a condom!
Laughing, Raheem reached over to the small night-stand and obtained a small packet. From it Raheem withdrew a rubber, watching the lovely young wife as she stared at his long black snake being covered in a bright red, white and blue condom. Raheem had gotten this colorful rubber years ago and decided to keep it for a special occasion. And what a special occasion this was, it was only fitting that he honor the request of his guest with the use of her colorful flag. When he faced her again, Lauren bent her head in shame. Here she was about to be plundered by a muscular African, whos long black cock was sheathed in a condom of the American flag, topped with white stars at the head.
Laurens gazed upon the fat sheathed monster that she held in her tiny hands. Her hands were pushed downward and Lauren watched spellbound as the rubber sheathed cockhead brushed against her sensitive slit, getting her lubricating juice on to and then the blunt head was centering at the entrance to her precious treasure. This had been Raheems ultimate goal from the moment he followed this attractive American wife from the road leading into the prohibited area. This was what he planned for the delicate American beauty, to be have the honor of being the first American woman to be fucked by his African cock, something this delicate beauty would never forget.
Feeling the massive monstrosity in her hands, Lauren caressed the throbbing hunk of meat through the thin rubber sheathing. Never had she imagined a cock of this size, far larger than her wildest imagination. She began panting at the thought of just how much cum this monstrosity could produce, enough to seed all the wives on the air base at one time. Then reality set in. How in the world could she degrade herself by handling this Africans filthy cock. God, and he intends to rape me with it! Oh, God, its so big! Hell kill me with it! fearful thoughts racing through her drug induced mind.
The frightened young American wife frantically tried to push the monstrous cock away as panic set in. Oh, please please youre far too big for me please, youll tear me .pleaseeeeeeeee! Oh, God ..you're too biggggggggg! Lauren sobbed. All to the delight of this devious white slaver, who began to think of the money he would make with beautiful young white woman. The locals would pay a fortune to get their grimy hands on a clean white beauty as this Mrs. Lauren Obrien.
Laurens petite hands had been tightly clutching the pulsing snake-like cock, then her hands were forcibly removed from the mighty stem. Then she felt the rotating hips remain above her, finally remaining still as the mighty weapon centered between her open thighs, determined to explore the depths of her womanhood. The probing cockhead began to press forward with the mighty weight behind it, pushing slowly into her tight resisting slit. Oh, Goddddddd tooooooo ..biggggg! she screamed as the thick cockhead forced its way in her snug channel.
Raheem put his thick lips to her soft sweet pink ones, and the drug induced lips opened and her warm pointed tongue sought his. He sucked avidly at her tongue and the young wife did the same every time his thick tongue explored her tiny mouth. Slowly, he began to explore another cavity of the innocent young wife, as the great sheathed snake slithered into her warm slick folds.
The trim white arms of the young drug induced wife slipped up and around the broad black strong shoulders of this devious old man, tightly clutching his body to her. Had she not have seen the protective condom, she would never have suspected that it existed. The texture so thin and fine and with her slit so wet and hot, the sheathed cock began to slowly slip in and out the tight groove. Her trim white legs raised up and crossed over the fat quivering black ass. The beautiful young wife of the U.S. Air Force captain now under the evil control of this devious White Slave operator!
The way the young wife clung to him with her arms clapped around his neck and the way she heaved her ass off the bed to meet his thrusts told him that she was indeed giving herself to him completely and willingly. Lauren sighed with pleasure when Raheem repeatedly withdrew his snakelike cock to the tip before slowly driving it home to the entrance of her womb. The drugged innocent wife was going crazy with the thick cock in her as she blatantly showed that she wanted his long cock to plunge into her, to fuck her completely. This was the first step of complete domination Raheem was to have over the young American wife.
Oh,pleaseeeeeeee .ohhhhhhhh .ohhhhhhhhh Imm goinggg ohhhhh, yessssssss I .I'm cummmminggggggg! the young wife screamed at the top of her lungs as mind-shattering orgasm shook her petite body. An orgasm of such force never felt before by this lovely young wife. Raheem smiled, lifted up a bit so the cameras would clearly show the expression on the beautys face. As the pudgy black body held still, the convulsing white body slowly came back down to earth, with the young beauty in another land from the shattering climax. The trim white legs slowly relaxing its grip around the black ass and slipped widespread upon the bed.
Raheem looked down at the sweet little wife of the
American pilot. How he wished her American husband could see his
beautiful wife at this very moment, stuffed with his long black cock.
He laughed to himself at the thought of giving the American pilot a gift
in return for the delightful use of his precious young wife. Yes,
perhaps he could give the American pilot something in return, like a little
black African baby.
Slowly, Raheem withdrew his long slick sheathed weapon from the depths of the petite beauty, causing her to groan in frustration. Lauren cried out in despair Ohhhhhhhhh, ..nooooooooo!, as the pleasure giving shaft was withdrawn. In desperation, Laurens trim white legs quickly encircled the fat black ass again, tying her sexy feet and arched up to get more of the sheathed black shaft back into her tormented groove. Ohhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh ..yessssssssss! she screamed as the long sheathed cock began to hump faster into her treasured womanhood.
Then the humping slowed to long deliberate strokes. Raheem smiled as he gazed upon the lovely wife, her eyes closed as he slowly fucked into her innocent young body. Then a slap to her pretty face brought the beauty back to reality. Oh, Mrs. Obrien, what would the good captain say if he knew how much his lovely wife loves Raheems long black cock! he taunted. The frightened and panic registered on Laurens beautiful face, all to Raheems delight, and more so as the beauty began to cry in the realization of what she had done and due to the long cock in her tight quim. But her body continued to betray her, as squeezed her feet together to get even more of the sheathed cock into her throbbing pussy.
She gasped as she watched him manipulating the rubber sheath, trying to roll the protective layer off his long potent cock. Lauren desperately putting her hands down onto his wrist Please ..what ..what are you doing? Please please .you you cant take it off? Please, no no .nooooooooooo!" she pleaded as the fear brought some reality of the situation back to her.
"You want Raheems long black cock again, Mrs. Obrien? Want long cock to fuck you again, make pretty lady feel good? Take rubber off, Mrs. Obrien. Take rubber off for Raheem. Raheem make pretty American wife feel good again!" he taunted her, putting her hands onto his throbbing sheathed cock.
Oh, no ..no no, you must wear it! Please .. please, .not on pill .please no .can't have a baby ... .will get pregnant! Laurens drugged mind still grasping on the reality, as she pleaded in fear. Dont ..pleaseeee ..dont dont take it off .. please!"
But the drug contained a powerful sexual stimulant. And Lauren was feeling the hot itchy need between her thighs, as they now rubbed together to ease the itch and frustration. She desperately needed to put the fire out between her trim thighs. Against her better judgment, she sobbed and began to roll the thin protective rubber down the long black shaft. The long black prick was bared in its glory, the slimy rubber lay limp in the soft white hands that were now soiled from the slimy juice. Then Lauren let the protective rubber slip from her fingers and fall uselessly onto the bed. She desperately grabbed the thick black cock, holding it tightly as she arched up to place her slick entrance at the mercy of the potent weapon. In a moment her slick groove was again being filled by the thick black cock, only this time the without the protective condom.
Tell Raheem what the pretty little lady wants! What does the lovely Mrs. Obrien want from Raheem? Does Mrs. Obrien want Raheems big black cock? Do Mrs. Obrien want Raheems black baby? he taunted the drugged beauty, as his cockhead throbbed in her warm slick groove. Oh, nooooo noooooooooo noooooo cantttt ..have a blackkkkkk .babbbbyyyyy noooooooo! the drugged Lauren stammered.
With a laugh of triumph, Raheem drove his long black cock home with a vengeance, down deep into the struggling beautys fertile womb. He smiled as the beautiful young wife began hunching up to his plunging cock and this lovely young white wife about to reach an orgasm she would never forget. He licked at the inside of her sensitive ear, whispering to her Do you like being fucked by Raheems black cock, Mrs. Obrien? Mrs. Obrien wants more of Raheems long black cock? Tell Raheem what you want, Mrs. Obrien!
Lauren was now desperately clawing at his back, her nails digging his back and pulling him closer, drawing long thin lines of blood. Raheem enjoyed the innocent wifes uncontrolled display of lust as he continued to lick and nip at her sensitive ear. Tell me what Mrs. Obrien want! he teased, holding his body steady as the desperate young wife sought more of his lengthy black cock.
Want Raheems hot sperm in precious little white belly? Make pretty American wife little baby! he taunted, giving a twitch of his cock in the snug womb. Raheem take out cock! Pretty missee dont want Raheems black cockie! he teased, giving another twitch of his lengthy cock. This twitch disabled the final ounce of reasoning for the innocent beauty, her trim white legs crossed over and squeezed Raheems black ass to her body.
Lauren could no longer control herself Ohaagghhhhhhh .oh, pleaseeee ..please fucccckkkkk ..meeeeeeeeee! "Pleaseeeee pleaseeee ..yessss .yesssssssss pleasssseeeeee ..ohhhhhhh ..squirt .in ..meee . givvvvve ..meeee Raheems ..babyyyyyyyyyy!
"You want Raheems hot sperm in you, Mrs. Obrien? Raheems hot black baby sperm? Give Mrs. Obrien little black baby?" he teased, twithing his long cock, knowing full well she didn't but would not have the will power to stop him now.
"Yessssssssss ..pleasssseeeee . . . fuck meeeeeeeeee ..fuck meeeeeeeeee pleassseeeeeeee ...spermmmmmm .....spermmmmmmm .innn .meeeeeee .. fuckkkkk .meeeeee! Make .Raheem .blackkkkkk babyyyyy! she writhed and heaved as she pleaded with him.
Raheem, so much experience with women, was quite surprised with the want display of Laurens lustful desires. The young innocent and respectable American wife would bring him profit with her lovely white body. Raheem would now give this hot white woman what she was crying out for, a little black African baby in her fertile womb. With jackhammer-like strokes, Raheems long black cock pulsed and climaxed to a massive explosion. The hot scalding goo erupted from the throbbing black cock, splattering jet after jet of hot potent roe as Raheem proceeded to empty his contracting balls into Laurens fertile womb.
Lauren screamed over and over again as orgasm after orgasm racked her petite little body. This tiny woman was so innocent an naïve a beauty that Raheems long thick cock swelled as never before, erupting his thick hot lava into the American beautys precious little cunt. Never had Lauren ever experienced so hot a roe, and so much of it, nor having it deposited so deep in her fertile womb. Limp from the unbelievable fuck session, having laid there motionless on the bed for a good fifteen minutes, Lauren felt hands turning her over onto her belly, and then she was being pulled up onto all fours.
Later, as her body heat calmed and her mind cleared, that agonizing pain in her ass subsiding, Lauren began to sob in humiliation and guilt. She had not only enjoyed the multiple orgasms reached in fucking with this deviously smirking African, but she had gotten off when he fingered her cunny while sodomizing her. Perhaps it was this awareness of pleasure that made her feel guilty. More so, it was because she had always been true to her loving husband and now had cheated on him for the first time ever. She had been ruined, letting a dirty black African shoot his hot slimy seed deep into her fertile womb. She would never feel clean again! Lauren shuddered at the thought of being impregnated by the potent African cum, as she looked down to see a river of the filth continuing to flow from her well stretched hole.
In her drugged state, she watched as Raheem picked up her lacy panties and stuffed the silky garment into his pocket. "You won't need this Mrs. Obrien!" Raheem spoke, as he tied her rather limp arms and legs to the bed. "You can shout as much as you like Mrs. Obrien, no one can hear you. If they do, youll have a long line of men standing in line to sample their first pretty white woman! Raheem told her as he moved towards the door. Lauren was afraid to scream for help, knowing what Raheem said was true. Her screams for help would only bring more African men to leer at her precarious position and very probably rape her also.
Twenty minutes later, Lauren heard the footsteps approaching the door. Then the door was being opened Im back with my friend, Mimba Raheem smiled. Lauren gasped and pleaded Noooooooo ..noooooooooo ...donttttttttt .letttttttttt himmmmm .! as she stammered as she observed the most hideous black man ever. This Mimba was so hideous to even the local residents cringed but Raheem had befriended him and the giant served well as a bodyguard and enforcer.
Raheem was going to let this 300 lb. 68 giant, who could not speak but merely grunt out his satisfaction on seeing Laurens beauty. Raheem knew this African giant would forever be in his debt but Raheem also had other plans. Such would be to video tape the beautiful prim and proper, Mrs. Lauren Obrien, fucked within an inch of her life by this slobbering black brute. Such a film would bring in a ton of money, not only from the lecherous African men but from the service personnel on the base. In fact his best customers were many of the officers on the base.
Lauren began to sob in fear as the giant slobbering idiot walked slowly towards the bed, all the while trying to shuck off his clothing at the same time. When the giants pants dropped to the floor, Lauren gasped as she observed the weapon he possessed. She looked toward the camera pleading with Raheem Pleaseeeeee .. pleaseeeeeee ...........................donttttttt ............................ ..letttt him .raprreeee .meeeeee .................. pleasseeeeeee! It's toooooo ............................................ biggggggg! That bigggg thing obviously referred to Mimbas penis, which looked more like a baseball bat. Raheem was amazed also at the slobbering brutes attributes, the biggest cock he ever saw for it was at least 15 long and 6 around. He wondered if this little beauty could take such a mighty cock. If not, shed certainly die trying!
It was dark, in the early evening that the lovely
Mrs. Obrien was able to make it back to the safety of the air base.
Escorted by a female servant, employed by the devious white-slaver, or
the lovely American wife would not have been able to walk steadily nor
find her way. Escorted home with a belly full of hot African seed.
Soon, the lovely Mrs. Obrien would pay even more dearly for straying into
the restricted area, for Raheem had many plans for this beautiful white
woman. Even many of the top brass on the air base would pay much
American dollars to sample her pretty charms.
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