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Author's Note: Seventh addition to the Don't Blink series - following Won't Spend Another Day Wondering. Rated M for sexy times. Yes, I've attempted the porn again, and it still came out slightly fluffed. Forgive me. Feedback is love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters, I just like to play with them…strictly non-profit.
The Taste I'm Touching
The taste I'm touching
You're watching
I'm watching you, yeah
~Tell Me, Billie Myers
Girls want sex just as much as guys do. Rachel can still remember her fifteen year-old self recite those words, full of confidence and arrogance—and frankly, ignorance. Her intent had been more provocation than the expression of any real personal desire for sex that she'd felt at the time. She'd wanted to capture Finn Hudson's attention and yes—she can admit it now—she'd also wanted to rile up Quinn Fabray.
She still wants to rile up Quinn but in a decidedly less antagonistic way. Rachel wants to fluster her and tempt her and arouse her to the point that she stops being so honorable, because twenty-two year-old Rachel really (really, really) wants sex more than she ever has in the past. No, that's not quite right—she wants to make love. There's a difference. She's always known that, but it's never been as clearly defined in her mind as it is right now.
It's been three weeks since she and Quinn had shared their first kiss. In that time, Rachel has experienced a myriad of new firsts in her life; her first loss of a Tony Award (to freaking Kristin Chenoweth!), the first time (but certainly not the last) that she's had to explain to someone that—no, she isn't a lesbian now but yes, she is in love with a woman—and the first time (and she certainly hopes it's the last) that one of her costars has told her intimate details about Santana Lopez's sexual prowess. What Rachel has yet to experience for the first time, much to her increasing frustration, is making love to her beautiful, extraordinary girlfriend.
Of course, they haven't just been sitting on their hands and casting shy, longing glances at one another across the table either. In fact, if Rachel didn't know better, she'd think that Quinn is on a mission to prove the effectiveness of her old high school motto, because Rachel has been plenty teased in the last three weeks. She only wishes that the pleasing portion would be a little more—naked.
To be fair, Rachel hadn't been ready to jump straight into bed with Quinn, no matter how quickly the woman can arouse her with a single kiss. She certainly isn't a virgin anymore, but in a strange way, it's almost like she is again. Rachel has learned how to touch a man—and in her experience, they aren't very picky in that regard—but being with a woman is something completely new, and she's so nervous that she's going to disappoint Quinn.
Allowing their physical relationship to progress slowly had seemed to be a perfectly rational plan at first, but Rachel has always been an exceptionally fast learner. She's ready now, and she suspects that Quinn is more than ready, but Quinn wants their first time together to be perfect.
Rachel understands. Quinn has been waiting to be with her for a long time—longer than Rachel can fully allow herself to believe. She doesn't want some frantic, heated coupling in Rachel's dressing room or a few hours squeezed into conflicting schedules when one of them would inevitably have to leave the other alone in bed instead of being able to wake up wrapped up in each other's arms. She wants to savor, to rejoice, to map and memorize, to tattoo the experience across both of their bodies and their hearts. Rachel wants (needs) to make it perfect for Quinn.
So she fusses with the gardenias in the vase on her table and straightens the silverware and the plates before she hops into the kitchen to check that their late lunch is being kept adequately warm. She wishes that she could claim that she'd cooked it herself, but it isn't a skill that she's particularly adept at, so she'd sacrificed home-cooked for edible in order to create a memorable moment. In any case, it's Quinn's favorite entrée from one her favorite restaurants—the one that happens to have plenty of vegan options for Rachel to choose from as well. It's nearly one o'clock (and it's Thursday, of course) and Quinn had sounded so excited this morning on the phone because she's managed to get a whole afternoon off from work.
Rachel suspects that Quinn is expecting a nice lunch before they head out to the Guggenheim to see the new modernist exhibit and then maybe a quick stroll through the park before they retire back to Rachel's apartment for a little more teasing and almost pleasing. And if that's what Quinn really wants to do this afternoon, then Rachel will happily hold her hand and stand in front of every painting and watch her expression morph from interest to disdain to amusement and back again. She's just hoping to entice Quinn into an alternate activity.
She skips into her bedroom and looks herself over in the full-length mirror one more time, running her hands over the front of her blue, sleeveless dress. The waist is cinched in, and the skirt is short, falling above mid-thigh. She's noticed that Quinn has a thing for her legs, and Rachel has no qualms about taking advantage of that weakness whenever possible. She's even chosen a pair of heels to accentuate her calves, which are, quite frankly, ridiculous to wear in the middle of the afternoon when (if Rachel has any say in the matter) they won't even being stepping out of her apartment.
With a final quick fluff of her hair, she nods in satisfaction and turns to the bed, grinning as she smooths an errant wrinkle from the top sheet. A quick glance around the rest of the room satisfies her that everything is immaculate and in its proper place. The only thing missing is a sexy blonde spread naked across her mattress—and sweet Barbra, now that the image is there, Rachel can hardly breathe for the want of it.
The sound of the buzzer pulls her from her lust-fueled thoughts, and she nearly trips over her own feet in her haste to get to the door. She doesn't bother with the intercom, knowing in her soul that it's Quinn, and presses the button to let her into the building. She lifts her iPod from the docking station, scrolling through her playlists until she finds the one that she's prepared as a romantic soundtrack to their relationship, and she starts the music, leaving the volume turned down low.
Quinn's knock sounds, offbeat of the soft percussion, and Rachel feels the fizz of anticipation in her belly as she opens the door. Her breath catches (every single time) at the sight of the gorgeous, smiling woman in front of her. Quinn must have come straight from her office, because she's wearing a gray skirt that falls just above her knees, topped with a matching, fitted short-sleeved jacket, and the messenger-style bag that she uses as a briefcase is still slung over her shoulder. Rachel always has found Quinn's professional look to be unexpectedly sexy, and she unconsciously moistens her lips. She honestly would be hard pressed to choose between Quinn in a business suit and Quinn in a form-fitting, little black dress because both are lethal combinations to a person's peace of mind.
Rachel feels the caress of Quinn's appreciative gaze as it travels over her body, and she mentally congratulates herself on her appropriate wardrobe choices. "Hi," she whispers softly, reaching out to dance her fingers down over Quinn's bare arm until they curl inside a warm, open palm and find their home.
"Hi," Quinn breathes, allowing Rachel to pull her in closer and taking the silent invitation to dip her head and meet Rachel's lips in a soft kiss. It only lasts a few seconds, but when they part, Quinn's eyes are significantly darker. "You look amazing," she murmurs sincerely.
Rachel grins and ushers her the rest of the way inside, gently closing the door behind them. "You don't look so bad yourself," she teases. "How was your morning?" she asks conversationally, slipping her fingers beneath the straps of Quinn's bag to slide it down her arm and deposit it on the nearby table.
"Extremely busy," Quinn answers as she pops open the buttons of her jacket to reveal a silky white camisole underneath. "I'm so glad to have a break this afternoon."
Rachel is momentarily struck by the sheer domesticity of their exchange, and it sends tingles through her bloodstream. She can so easily envision doing this—welcoming Quinn home with a kiss and asking her how her day was—for years to come. "How did you manage to sneak out so early?"
Quinn ducks her head a little and grins sheepishly. "Technically, I'm supposed to be working from home."
"Oh, if you need to do that," Rachel begins with a frown, only to have Quinn's arms slip around her shoulders and her body pulled up against the enticing heat that's radiating from Quinn.
"Don't worry about it, Rach," she's quick to assure. "I only have some copy-editing to finish up for my boss, and it won't take more than an hour or so. I can do it later tonight. I just want to enjoy the rest of the day with you."
Rachel melts into Quinn's body, flattening her hands over a muscled back. "I'd like that," she purrs, rocking up onto her toes to chastely brush their lips together. Quinn hums contentedly and chases Rachel's mouth when she tries to pull away, capturing her lower lip and teasing her with a series of short, sensual kisses. It's sinful, really, how good Quinn is at this—the kissing and the teasing.
Rachel's hands dip down, gliding over the curve of Quinn's tempting backside and molding to the firm flesh beneath her palms. It's shameful how easily Quinn can reduce her to her most basic, wanton urges. She feels Quinn smile against her mouth in the moment before she ends her assault on Rachel's senses, lifting her head and gazing down at Rachel with a pleased, little grin. Thankfully, Rachel manages to bite back the embarrassing whimper that's tickling in her throat. She takes a modicum of comfort in the fact that Quinn's pupils are completely blown and her breathing is noticeably uneven, but then Quinn does what she's still so frustratingly good at doing and composes herself right before Rachel's eyes.
Her body relaxes, her smile grows sweeter, and she drops her arms from Rachel's shoulders, running her hands down along Rachel's arms until she's gently removing the hands from her backside and placing a small physical distance between them. Rachel smothers the uncharitable notion that Quinn does this on purpose—taking a bit too much pleasure in working her up before she stops them—because she knows that the years of suppressing both her emotional and physical responses to Rachel have made it almost second nature. Quinn is trying to be honorable, but Rachel just wants to rip her clothes off and take her right here on the floor.
"Mmm…something smells amazing," Quinn casually comments as she shrugs off her jacket and drapes it over the back of a chair. Rachel's eyes rake over her torso, lovingly encased in the sleeveless camisole that's now exposed, and she bites into her lip. Quinn's skin is flushed pink, and her bra is doing a very poor job of disguising the stiff buds of her nipples. She probably shouldn't feel quite so proud of herself at the sight, but it certainly doesn't hurt her ego to know that even Quinn can't totally conceal the way her body reacts to Rachel.
Quinn takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of lunch wafting through the apartment, and her eyes widen. "Is that what I think it is?" she asks delightedly.
Rachel lets her sexual frustration slip away, lost to Quinn's adorableness. "If you think it's the grilled Scottish salmon from Josie's…then yes."
"Oh, my gosh! You are the best girlfriend," Quinn gushes, dropping a quick peck to Rachel's lips before practically dragging her into the kitchen. "I'm starving," she admits, letting go of Rachel's hand, and after a quick survey of the area, she grabs the potholder and opens the oven.
Rachel crosses her arms, leans her hip against the counter, and smiles as she watches Quinn putter around in her kitchen. It's not the first time and it won't be the last. Rachel is an expert at keeping takeout warm and heating up frozen meals, but Quinn actually cooks, and she's commandeered the food preparation on multiple occasions during their friendship. She doesn't have much to do today, just remove the container from the oven, take off the lid, and transfer the food to the plate already on the table, but Rachel still finds it cute that Quinn feels the need to take over.
"Would you like a glass of wine?" she asks, pushing away from the counter and moving to the refrigerator.
Quinn purses her lips and tilts her head in contemplation. "Vitamin water is fine," she ultimately decides. "It's still a little early in the day for me."
Rachel nods and reaches for two bottles of water. Quinn's been careful about alcohol since high school, partly because of her own experiences with it but mostly because her mother still fights the battle to stay on the wagon daily, and Quinn doesn't want to be like her. She doesn't need to worry. Quinn is nothing like Judy Fabray.
They settle down at the table with their meals—Rachel's opted for the Asian-marinated organic tofu salad—and Quinn smiles softly as her eyes dance over the gardenias. It's kind of their thing now. When Quinn had first found out about junior prom, she'd laughed sadly and said, 'It figures' It's only been very recently that she'd admitted, 'I should have known it was you all along, and I'm so glad it was, because that was the best part of that whole night, and you made it happen for me. All the best things in my life always come back to you, Rachel.'
Rachel sighs happily, so grateful that they're finally on the same page—that she's finally reading the right book. A small part of her wishes that she would have realized back in high school just how important Quinn would eventually become to her, but the bigger part of her knows that she wouldn't have been ready for this relationship back then. They'd both needed to grow up and experience life before they could fully appreciate what they could have together. Still, some part of Rachel's soul must have recognized Quinn as its mate—maybe it's her sixth sense—because she's always wanted (needed) to fit Quinn into her life in one way or another.
"I've been craving this so much," Quinn comments, lifting her fork and taking the first bite of her food. She closes her eyes in pleasure as she savors the flavor, humming in approval, and Rachel watches her mouth, the way her throat moves as she swallows, and her tongue as it peeks out to lick her lips. Somehow, Quinn can even make the simple, necessary act of consuming food into a vision of sensuality. Rachel has never, ever found any of her boyfriends' eating habits particularly attractive and most certainly not arousing, but with Quinn, she's actually imagining what it might be like to sweep their dinnerware onto the floor, drag her across the table, and have her for lunch.
In fact, she's so fixated on the fantasy that it takes her a moment to register that Quinn has stopped eating and is staring at her quizzically. "Are you not hungry?"
Rachel briefly glances down at her plate where she's been mindlessly pushing her salad around. She feels her lips curl into suggestive smirk. "Not for food," she says, looking at Quinn from under her lashes.
Quinn's eyes flash, and she draws in a breath as she carefully places her fork on the table. Her darkening gaze moves down to her plate, then to the gardenias, and then to Rachel in her too-sexy-for-one-o'clock-in-the-afternoon dress. "Is this a seduction, Rachel?" she asks, voice husky—and possibly a little bit amused.
Rachel contemplates whether to be direct or play coy. "It's…setting a mood," she confesses, deciding to split the difference. Quinn doesn't say anything but continues to study her with serious hazel eyes, and Rachel reaches over to take her hand and draw soft circles against the skin with her thumb. "I really want to make love with you tonight," she finally admits, switching to the direct approach.
A slow smile blooms over Quinn's lips, encompassing her entire face and lighting her eyes from within. She lifts their joined hands and leans forward to press a quick kiss to Rachel's fingers before she lets go and—picks her fork back up? "Eat your lunch, Rachel," Quinn instructs calmly before her grin widens, and she purrs, "You're going to need the extra calories."
Rachel's body reacts immediately to the promise, sending shivers of excitement racing over her skin and through every inch of her. The steady hum of arousal that's been teasing her since Quinn arrived spikes into a crescendo, and she shifts uncomfortably in her chair. Quinn, seemingly unaffected, returns her attention to eating, taking extra care to slide her fork between her lips with measured deliberation. The glint in her eyes and her faint smirk is proof that she knows exactly what she's doing to Rachel.
The rest of the meal is more of the same, interspersed with Quinn randomly chatting about her morning, but Rachel does manage to eat most of her salad, and by the time they finish, she's even willed her body into submission. At least until Quinn offers to help clear the table, purposely brushing against her at every opportunity.
She follows Rachel into the kitchen and stands behind her as she places her plate into the sink, reaching around and pressing the length of her body along Rachel's back before she ghosts a kiss across her cheek. "Lunch was delicious," she whispers, trailing her left hand across Rachel's hip and her right along Rachel's arm until long, elegant fingers are tucking strands of her thick, dark hair behind her ear.
"W-well, I can't exactly, hmmm," she moans when Quinn's lips dance along the underside of her jaw, and she tips her head back, leaning into Quinn, "t-t-take c-credit."
Quinn's arms circle her waist, fitting her more snugly into the body behind her, and Rachel covers them instinctively with her own, holding on for dear life while a talented mouth plays over the sensitive skin of her throat. The effect it has on her is visceral, and she wants to reach back and tangle her fingers into silky hair to encourage Quinn to mark her, but she doesn't think that Laura (who does the makeup for her show) will appreciate having the extra work of covering it up tomorrow night. Quinn knows this, and she's careful not to bruise Rachel, never applying too much pressure or staying in one spot for too long. Instead, she alternates tiny nips with tickling laps of her tongue and puffs of hot breath against moistened skin. The combination is maddening.
Rachel squeezes her legs together, biting into her lower lip on a moan. She drops her left hand and reaches around to grip Quinn's thigh, and Quinn presses forward, letting out a little hiss that almost sounds like a yes but not quite as eloquent. The arms at her waist tighten, just for a second, and then Rachel feels that mouth curve against her skin. "We're not doing this here," Quinn murmurs shakily.
"As long as we're doing it somewhere," Rachel grumbles, curling her fingers into the firm flesh beneath them. Quinn's quiet laughter vibrates against Rachel's cheek, and then she's letting her arms slacken and gently removing Rachel's hand from its enviable position. "Quinn," she whines petulantly, annoyed that she's been expertly worked up only to be denied. Again.
"Rachel," Quinn echoes in amusement, gently spinning her around until they're face to face. An adoring smile greets Rachel, and she's pulled back into a loose embrace. "I love you," she says simply. The words come easily enough, but the full weight and meaning of them is screaming from green-tinted eyes.
Rachel melts. She just—melts right into Quinn, looping her arms around her girlfriend's neck and taking that smiling, pink mouth with her own. She doesn't even care that Quinn still tastes faintly of the salmon that she'd eaten for lunch. Rachel is only thinking of how very lucky she is to have been given the precious gift of Quinn Fabray's heart and how she will spend the rest of her life cherishing and protecting that gift.
Quinn eventually tears her mouth away on a stifled groan. "We're really not doing this here, Rachel," she repeats. "I have plans for you," she promises in that deep, sexy purr that never fails to resonate right through Rachel's core. "Big plans, and none of them include a kitchen. At least, not tonight," she adds with a wicked grin.
Rachel mentally adds a kitchen fantasy to her list, alongside the table, and her dressing room, and on stage in a darkened theater, and Quinn's tiny office, and the shower, and—well—any bathroom really, and Central Park. Okay, that last one will likely have to stay a fantasy unless she can determine a plan of action to keep them from being arrested.
"Then by all means, do with me what you will," Rachel invites mischievously, lightly dragging her nails down Quinn's back. "I'm all yours," she promises in a far more serious tone.
Quinn's breath hitches. "Mine," she repeats, caressing Rachel's cheek with the tips of her fingers.
Rachel catches her hand and turns her face until she can place a soft kiss to the inside of Quinn's palm. Their gazes lock. "Always. I love you, Quinn."
Impossibly long lashes flutter over hazel eyes, and her smile is dazzling. The first time that Rachel had said those words—mere hours after their first kiss—Quinn had cried, held her close, and begged her to say it again. Rachel has told Quinn every day since—in person, on the phone, via text message, and scrawled on notes left scattered around her apartment. Quinn sighs happily and dips her head to kiss Rachel. Then she's inching backwards, slipping out of Rachel's arms and catching her hands to lead her out of the kitchen with a spring in her step.
They cross into the living room, and Quinn grins when she hears the familiar melody of Take My Breath Away softly floating through the speakers. "Dance with me," she says, pulling Rachel into position and beginning to lead them in a slow, informal waltz.
"You're kind of a goofball," Rachel points out on a giggle. She'd never really noticed this side of Quinn in school. She'd only ever seen the sad, serious girl who'd been forced to grow up too fast. This Quinn hadn't fully appeared until their sophomore year of college, but thinking back, Rachel knows that there were more than a few little moments when Quinn's occasional quirkiness had slipped out.
"Mmhm, but you love me," Quinn reminds her with a smile, dodging the sofa and the end table while slowly spinning her closer to the bedroom.
"I do," Rachel agrees, never allowing an opportunity to say it slip away.
"I've always wanted to do this," Quinn admits.
"Waltz around my apartment?"
Quinn shakes her head, pulling Rachel closer until they're dancing the way couples do—bodies brushing together without regard for their steps. "Dance with you. I really wanted to at senior prom, but," she trails off with a shrug.
Rachel's stomach clenches unpleasantly. Quinn had still been in the wheelchair at the time, just barely able to stand for short periods let alone dance. And then there was Finn and, "You spent most of prom night with Joe," Rachel remembers with a frown. She'd never really understood the appeal of that short flirtation.
Quinn chuckles. "Well, he was very pretty. For a guy." She sighs, rubbing a gentle circle over Rachel's lower back. "And I felt like…I don't know…like maybe God was punishing me for…for feeling the way I did about you," she admits, "and that giving Joe a chance might…fix it."
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard you say," Rachel chastises.
Quinn laughs again. "I know that now...but I was in a bad place at the time, and I hadn't fully come to terms with being attracted to women. Anyway, Joe Hart was just a silly distraction, and can we please stop talking about icky boys now?" she jokes with an adorably scrunched up nose. "I want to…not talk with you." She kisses Rachel to punctuate her point and all thoughts of boys completely evaporate.
The sway of their bodies gradually stills as their lips glide into a timeless dance. The tip of Quinn's tongue begs for a partner, and Rachel joyfully accepts. The kiss pirouettes into an intricate ballet of shy advances and deep, sweeping strokes until the rhythm of their passion drives hands and hips to join.
Rachel's fingers curl into the fabric of Quinn's camisole, dragging at the hem until it bunches to expose a smooth patch of skin to her eager touch. She craves this—the feel of Quinn, solid and warm beneath her fingertips. Until now, she's only been allowed a meager taste—stolen glimpses and (too) brief explorations while they'd held each other, mapping curves beneath the cover of their clothes. She's wild from the knowledge that tonight will end differently, with every inch of Quinn's body molded and entwined with her own.
The hands on Rachel's back slide down and conform to the contours of her ass, flexing and releasing over the flesh. Quinn's hips shift forward as she drags Rachel up against her, groaning into the kiss. Rachel's hands slip higher over a strong back and a scarred left side. Quinn captures Rachel's lower lip, lightly nipping it with her teeth, before she finally breaks the contact. Her breathing is erratic, and her hands are still restless on Rachel's body. She licks her lips, gazing down with smoldering eyes. "You take my breath away," she murmurs, echoing the lyrics that are fading from the room.
"The feeling is entirely mutual," Rachel murmurs, placing a tiny kiss to the skin just beneath Quinn's lower lip, above the faint cleft in her chin. "Now take me to bed, baby."
"Such a demanding little thing."
"But you love me," Rachel reminds her.
"I do. So much," she breathes against Rachel's mouth, stealing another taste of her before she pulls away with a seductive smile.
She catches Rachel's hands, once again leading her across the short distance until they're finally standing at the foot of the bed. The image of Quinn spread naked across her mattress is about to become a reality, and Rachel's impatience gets the better of her, driving her forward with the intent to relieve Quinn of her clothes. She gets as far as slipping her hands under Quinn's top before she's being gently deterred by a firm grip on her wrists.
"Patience, sweetie," Quinn warns with a sexy smirk. "Getting there is half the fun," she promises, trailing her fingers up Rachel's arms and leaving tingles in her wake.
"I'm already halfway there," Rachel complains, taking advantage of her freed hands by attaching them to Quinn's ass. Her body is hot and tense and pulsing with need. The anticipation is nearly as effective an aphrodisiac as Quinn's touch.
"Oh, we're not even close," Quinn corrects her with laughter, dipping down to press an open-mouthed kiss to Rachel's neck.
"Speak for yourself," she groans, grinding herself against Quinn's thigh. This is familiar. They've done this before—this tantalizing dance where they push the boundaries of too much and too fast. Tonight is different, and Quinn's growl of pleasure vibrates against her throat. The hiss of a zipper accompanies their uneven breathing, and Rachel realizes that it's hers when the material of her dress loosens. She hums in approval, dropping her arms and allowing Quinn to slide the fabric over her shoulders and down her body.
Quinn follows it down with her hands and her mouth, peppering little kisses to every new inch of skin as it's revealed to her. Rachel watches it happen, bracing her hands on Quinn's shoulders to keep her balance, because the sight of her basically unwrapping Rachel like a Christmas present makes her entire body tremble. When the dress pools at Rachel's feet, Quinn gracefully sinks to her knees, dragging her fingertips over Rachel's legs. She moans in appreciation and presses a single kiss to the top of Rachel's right thigh, dangerously close to the telling wet patch on her lacy, blue panties.
Rachel digs her short nails into Quinn's shoulders, feeling weak and shaky and on the verge of tangling her fingers into blonde hair and pulling Quinn's face into her crotch, but she's not sure that would be considered good form, so she resists. Quinn sits back on her heels, visibly drawing in a calming breath as she looks up at Rachel. It makes her feel powerful, having Quinn Fabray kneeling at her feet. If someone had told her fifteen year-old self that this day would come, Rachel would have hyperventilated from laughter. She isn't laughing now and neither is Quinn.
Quinn's eyes feast on every inch of her and looking into them is like looking into a mirror and seeing the most beautiful version of herself. Quinn trails her left hand to the back of Rachel's calf, whispering, "Hold on to me," and though she already is, Rachel nods and leans a bit more of her weight onto Quinn, who carefully lifts her leg just enough to slip off her shoe. She tosses it away and just as carefully places Rachel's foot back on the floor after shifting the puddle of her dress away.
Rachel chuckles. "You know, I can do that myself."
Quinn shakes her head and repeats her actions with the other leg. When she finishes, she shifts up higher onto her knees and wraps her arms around Rachel's back, pressing a cheek to her trim, tan belly in an oddly reverent hug. Rachel's fingers do thread into her hair now, cradling Quinn against her. "I have wanted this for so long," Quinn confesses quietly, turning her head and looking up with glistening eyes. "Let me make love to you," she pleads.
Rachel only nods, feeling her heart ache for Quinn's long hidden love and her own blindness. Quinn smiles, breathing against her skin before her tongue peeks out to play over her stomach, dipping into her belly-button, and a quiver rocks through Rachel. She fights the flutter of her eyes and the urge to tip her head back and just surrender to the sensation of that talented mouth on her skin because she can't bear to look away from what Quinn is doing to her. Those elegant fingers travel up, curling to match the curves of her breasts and caressing them through her bra. Rachel really does get weak then, and her knees buckle a little. Quinn is there to catch her, seamlessly supporting her weight as she stands. She's still wearing her own high heels, momentarily exaggerating their height difference, and Rachel wraps her arms around Quinn's neck, gazing up at her through hooded eyes.
Quinn kisses her again, nudging her back against the bed frame and gently lowering her onto the mattress. Rachel tries to pull her down and deepen the kiss, but Quinn resists, straightening to kick her own shoes away before she reaches for the zipper of her skirt. Rachel sits up in a flash and stops her hand. She's willing to let Quinn take the lead tonight, but there are some things she won't be deprived of and undressing Quinn is one of them.
She pulls Quinn closer until she's standing between her knees and slowly drags the zipper down the side of the skirt. Quinn watches her with dark eyes, arms limp at her sides as she allows Rachel to tuck her fingers into the open waistband and guide the material down over her hips until gravity takes it to the floor. Rachel sucks in a breath as she admires the muscular thighs and curvy hips encased in white, low-waist, boy-cut briefs. She can't stop herself from ghosting her fingers over the outside of Quinn's left thigh, past her knee and down over her calf where the faded, white scars serve as a reminder of her broken leg and the surgeries that she'd endured to repair the damage. Quinn is still a little self-conscious about them but not enough to hide them from the world anymore. The scars across her side and back are a different story, and it's taken Quinn years to stop hating the sight of them, so it's not really a surprise that she's slower to part with her camisole, even though Rachel has already seen most of her scars over the course of their friendship.
"You're so beautiful," she breathes, meaning it with every fiber of her being, because every flaw, every scar embedded into the skin of this amazing woman's body is proof of her strength and resilience—and that only intensifies her beauty. Rachel has told her all of this before, long before she ever imagined that they would become lovers, so she keeps this moment simple and free of the darkness that lingers over Quinn's past. Today is a celebration of love, and there's no room for sadness or regret here.
Quinn understands, and she takes a breath before she guides Rachel's hands to the hem of her camisole, helping her to lift it up and over her head. It's been years since she's seen this much of Quinn's body all at once, and it's as glorious as she remembers—small, firm breasts cupped in a lacy bra and a flat stomach framed with perfect abs, every muscle defined and absolutely mouth-watering. Rachel wants to touch, to taste, but Quinn doesn't give her the chance because she's dropping back to her knees and reclaiming Rachel's lips. She slides her body into the space between Rachel's legs and then can't seem to stop touching them, roaming over thighs and calves as her mouth embarks on a slow, wet journey along Rachel's jaw, down her throat, over her shoulders and across her chest. Rachel's hands seek out any part of Quinn that she can reach in a flurry of indecision. She wants to feel her everywhere.
Loving hands explore the muscles of Rachel's back, expertly twisting open the catch of her bra with the single flick of a wrist. It falls away easily, and Rachel moans in pleasure because Quinn's mouth feels even better on her breasts. She lavishes attention on the sensitive flesh, tracing a hot, pointed tongue around stiff nipples before closing her lips and gently suckling. Rachel feels every tug, every stroke, as if it's directly linked to her core. She arches her back, trying to increase the contact and wraps her legs around Quinn's torso, pulling her closer. She can feel the smile against her skin, but she doesn't care. She's never been kissed so thoroughly in all of her life, and Quinn is only getting started.
Strong arms curl around Rachel's legs, gripping her securely, and Quinn presses up and forward, effectively laying her back against the mattress and prowling over her body until Rachel is spread out beneath her. Their stomachs brush together, bare skin against bare skin, and Rachel shifts restlessly, hissing in delight at the exquisite weight on top of her. She's desperate to feel more, and she blindly gropes at Quinn's bra until it comes open under her fingers. Quinn lets her drag the material away and toss it across the room, unconcerned if she ever sees it again. Rachel's focus is on the soft flesh and hard nipples that fit so perfectly in her hands. Hazel eyes fall closed in pleasure, and Quinn rocks her hips down, creating the most exquisite friction. Rachel moans, lost to her body's demands as she pushes back helplessly.
"Rach," Quinn gasps, reaching for a hand and entwining their fingers as she presses it to the mattress. "Too fast," she whispers, stilling her hips. Rachel groans in protest, but Quinn quiets her with a kiss, murmuring, "I wanna touch every part of you."
Rachel drags in a shaky breath as Quinn slides down over her, creating a blanket of sensation as naked breasts roll over her belly and hands brush over her curves and that mouth—sweet Barbra, that mouth!—resumes its wicked feast on her body. She'd never realized how many erogenous zones she actually has until this very moment. No one else has ever taken the time to discover them, but Quinn is seemingly making it her mission, and every time she finds a spot that draws a particularly intense reaction, she lingers.
Rachel is embarrassingly close to her orgasm by the time Quinn even trails a fingernail lightly over the waist of her panties, and she can't bear it any longer. "God, Quinn, please...I need you." She's so wet, and she's aching, and she just needs Quinn to touch her—really touch her—right now before she loses her mind.
Quinn smiles (and it's a little smug and maybe a little awed and definitely a lot sexy) and dips her head, nipping at Rachel's hip and dragging her fingers along the inside of her thigh. Rachel growls, and then gasps when Quinn places a very deliberate kiss over her sex through the material of her underwear. Her fingers curl into the elastic, slowly tugging the panties down over Rachel's legs and tossing them over her shoulder as she sits up and admires Rachel in all of her naked glory.
"Breathtaking," she murmurs reverently, and Rachel can agree because the way Quinn looks in this moment—topless and leaning over her with passion-glazed eyes and disheveled hair—fills her chest with love as surely as it fuels her body with desire.
She isn't certain if Quinn moves first or if she does, but Rachel is suddenly tangled up in Quinn, their bodies flush together and mouths fused in a war of sensual dominance. She rolls her hips, searching for contact, and moans in gratitude when Quinn's hand slides between them, teasing the inside of her thigh for a heartbeat before her fingers dip into the dripping folds. She brushes over Rachel's clit, pressing firmly against the nub, and Rachel arches off the bed, crying out at how good it feels.
She wasn't wrong about how close she is—her stomach is already tense and quivering in anticipation of release. Quinn seems to know it, and she doesn't tease the way she so easily could. Her touch is sure and filled with intent. She slips deeper, begging entrance, and Rachel opens her legs wider, gasping and panting and searching for Quinn with needy hands. She can't look away from those swirling eyes as Quinn watches her, never breaking contact. Rachel feels the press of fingers inside of her, stroking and curling and drawing responses from her that take her by surprise.
Quinn straddles her thigh, and Rachel can feel her hips roll as she pushes deeper. Quinn's wet heat flows over her skin, even through the pair of panties that she's still wearing. Rachel wants to touch her—wants to lift her thigh more firmly into Quinn or sneak her hand under the white cotton—but she's so lost to her own pleasure that she can only hold onto Quinn and ride it out, spiraling deeper into the waves rolling through her until she's tipping over, bowing off the mattress and screaming Quinn's name.
If she sees stars when she kisses Quinn, what she sees in that moment when her body flies to pieces can only be a glimpse of heaven—warm and green (like Quinn's eyes) and beautiful. She's free of her body, floating and flying, yet still connected to Quinn. She's inside of her, over her, under her skin, and in her blood, and Rachel will never be the same again. She knows this, even as she comes back to herself. There's a profound realization that she's never felt this way before—she's never been this connected to another person.
When the fuzz of ecstasy clears, Rachel takes stock of her body, trembling with aftershocks and pulsing around the fingers that are still curled inside of her. Quinn's face is pressed into her neck, her breath uneven against the damp skin there, and her hips are still moving in shallow circles against Rachel's thigh. Rachel shifts beneath her, holding her as closely as she can with shaky arms. Quinn whimpers a bit, moving her lips against Rachel's throat in a soft kiss before she lifts her head. Her eyes are wet with tears, and Rachel's heart twists for a moment until a tremulous smile turns up the corners of Quinn's mouth and she whispers, "I love you so much, Rach. So much."
"Mmm...love you too," Rachel murmurs, lifting a hand to brush away a tear before capturing Quinn's mouth in a sweet kiss. It starts soft and tender but quickly deepens as Quinn's fingers continue to play between her legs, sparking the lingering tremors of her orgasm into renewed arousal. Her hips catch the rhythm, and Quinn shifts against her, hissing shakily.
"I need to taste you."
Rachel catches her breath at the fire in Quinn's eyes, but she shakes her head, protesting, "It's supposed to be my turn."
Quinn answers with a gentle bite to Rachel's shoulder at the same time she presses her thumb against her clit. Rachel moans and digs her nails into Quinn's back. "Let me," Quinn begs. "Please, sweetheart."
How can Rachel deny her? "You...you are going to...to let me...reciprocate?" she gasps out, but Quinn is already slipping down towards her destination.
"Eventually," she mumbles into Rachel's hip, sliding her fingers free from Rachel's body and sucking them into her mouth with a moan of appreciation. Rachel bites into her lip to stifle the whimper at how unbelievably erotic the sight is, and her body clenches around the sudden emptiness.
Quinn opens her wide, hooking Rachel's legs over her shoulders and lapping at the moisture that's seeped over her inner thighs. Rachel fists her hands into the sheets, bracing herself as best she can, because Quinn's tongue and teeth and lips have reached their destination and that first hot, wet pull against her over-sensitized flesh is the most amazing thing that she's ever felt. Quinn moans again and the vibrations travel directly into Rachel's clit. Quinn is relentless, driving her steadily toward another orgasm, and Rachel surrenders to it, letting it wash over her and lift her back into that blissful place that Quinn is so very good at sending her to.
She might have blacked out slightly.
Rachel considers this when she finally catches her breath and realizes that she's somehow been wrapped up in Quinn's arms, cradled into her chest with a hand running circles over her back. "My God," she rasps, completely at a loss for words.
Quinn chuckles. "Goddess, actually, but you can just keep calling me Quinn. Or baby, because I like that a lot," she admits, brushing Rachel's hair away from her face with gentle fingers. Rachel glances up at her and sees the utter contentment and adoration that's radiating from every pore of her glowing skin.
"Baby," she murmurs, placing a kiss to Quinn's chin. "I like you a lot," she purrs, "and I'd really like to touch you now."
She feels the hitch in Quinn's breathing and she smiles. Rachel's body is pleasantly lethargic, but a second (third) wind is coming on rapidly at the thought of finally having Quinn moaning beneath her. She wants this so much—to be able to give Quinn the same pleasure and feeling of ultimate completion that Quinn has just given to her. Her fingers are actually tingling in anticipation, and she lets them travel over Quinn's skin and around a still puckered nipple.
Quinn moans. "You...you don't have to..."
"Don't you dare even finish that sentence, Quinn Fabray," she admonishes. Rachel shifts her weight, rolling on top of Quinn and reveling in the position. She knows that Quinn likes to be in control, and Rachel doesn't mind it so much, but she refuses to be denied her own delight in the exploration of Quinn's gorgeous body. "I want this. I want all of you."
Quinn's eyes fall closed in silent benediction, and Rachel kisses her again before she sits up on her knees, straddling a slender waist. Her lips quirk up into a crooked grin, because Quinn spread naked—well, mostly naked—over her mattress is every bit as wonderful as she'd imagined. Quinn is gazing up at her intensely, her hands resting by her head, palms up, and her breasts proudly on display.
Rachel glides her fingers over Quinn's collarbones, dancing them down over the dark peaks of her nipples. Quinn moans and rolls her shoulders back, offering up more of herself to Rachel's curious touch. The light from the bedroom window illuminates Quinn's pale skin, and Rachel's eyes are drawn first to the elegant, black scripted Beth beneath her left breast, and then to the pale, puckered scar that runs beneath it and all the way across her back and up to her shoulder blade where she'd been cut open to repair her punctured lung. The best and worst moments of Quinn's life are permanently written side-by-side across her skin—reminders of her strength.
There's a smaller round scar over her ribs where the chest tube had been inserted and a series of smaller, pale lines that mark where the metal of her car door had cut into her side. Rachel traces the line of the thoracotomy scar, and Quinn shifts uncomfortably, bringing her hand down over Rachel's. For a moment, Rachel thinks that she's going to pull it away, stop her and recoil into herself, but Quinn takes an unsteady breath, nervously nibbling on her lip before threading her fingers in between Rachel's and holding her hand there beneath her breast.
"You've always made me feel beautiful," she whispers, smiling shyly, and Rachel feels moisture gather in her eyes.
"Because you are," Rachel tells her. "Inside and out." She leans down, brushing her lips against Quinn's. "Beautiful. And brave. And strong. And loved," she punctuates every word with a kiss—to lips, cheek, jaw, and throat.
Quinn sighs beneath her, her own eyes glistening, as Rachel continues her journey, showering Quinn's body with kisses. She lingers over her breasts, falling in love with the texture of the soft flesh and rigid buds under her tongue. Quinn moans, burying both of her hands into Rachel's hair and urging her closer. She's moving restlessly, rolling her hips up, and Rachel can feel her growing urgency. As much as she wants to stay at Quinn's breasts and lavish them with attention, there are other parts of her lover that are in need of her attention. Still, she can't ignore those magnificent abs or the urge to lick them, smiling into her skin when Quinn moans her name.
Rachel wants to hear that again—to make Quinn fall apart. She suddenly finds it unacceptable that Quinn is still wearing her panties, and she takes immediate action to rectify that unfortunate situation, pulling the (very damp, she recognizes with a grin) material down over Quinn's hips and legs. She catches the scent of Quinn's arousal and hums in approval. She considers tasting Quinn, and she wants to—God, she does—but she's nervous and inexperienced, and she's desperate to see Quinn lost in pleasure, so she crawls back up her body, teasing her with fleeting kisses along the way.
Quinn's legs fall open, making room for Rachel between them, and she reaches for her, pulling her into a searing kiss. Their hips align and without the barrier of material between them, their wetness mixes and their clits slide together. It feels so damn good, and Rachel wonders if they could climax this way, with Quinn rocking up against her in search of friction. They grind together for long, languid moments, drinking from each other's mouths, and Rachel feels her own pleasure building again.
She reaches between them, dipping her fingers into the searing heat of Quinn's body. She's so incredibly wet and slippery, and feeling her this way is new and different but oddly familiar. Rachel finds the swollen bundle of nerves without difficulty and strokes it with little circles, doing what she knows works for her and hoping that Quinn will like it.
A guttural groan fills the room, and Quinn rakes blunt nails down Rachel's back, digging into her hips. "Please...Rachel...I...I need you inside," she pants raggedly.
It's a simple request, and Rachel complies, twisting her wrist and pressing into Quinn with a testing finger. Quinn is hot and tight and soaked with her arousal, and Rachel groans low, pulling out and adding a second finger with her next stroke. Quinn hisses out a satisfied, "Yes," and grips her ass as she rocks herself into Rachel's shallow thrusts.
Rachel pushes deeper, feeling the burn in her arm and wrist but not caring in the least if it's a little bit uncomfortable. Quinn is the only thing that matters. She curls her fingers and searches for the perfect spot, finding it after several attempts, and she feels a sense of pride when Quinn's moans become more vocal, turning into bitten off curses. Hearing the word fuck growled so helplessly turns Rachel on even more. She presses her thumb against Quinn's clit on every thrust, putting the weight of her own body behind them, and she knows that she'll be coming right along with Quinn.
She watches the pleasure play across Quinn's face. It's spellbinding—rapturous—and Rachel could watch her come apart this way for the rest of her life. She will—she knows she will. "You're so amazing," she murmurs in awe. "I can't believe you're mine."
Shimmering hazel eyes lock onto hers, and she cries out Rachel's name as her body convulses around Rachel's fingers. Quinn is so incredibly gorgeous and sexy and everything that Rachel has ever wanted or needed, and sharing this moment with her is enough to send her own body tumbling over another precipice.
She collapses over Quinn, carefully freeing her fingers from her new favorite place, though Quinn protests the loss with a soft whimper. Rachel moves to wipe them over the sheets but then thinks better of it, lifting them to her lips and taking a tentative taste. It's—interesting. Hardly sweet nectar, but she doesn't mind the flavor, especially when it's the very essence of Quinn.
Quinn—who is quietly crying and holding Rachel as close as she can.
Rachel props herself up onto her elbow and tenderly strokes Quinn's cheek. Her eyes rove over the trembling smile on the lips that have taken her to the heights of ecstasy. "Please tell me these are tears of joy."
Quinn chuckles and nods. "You have no idea," she breathes.
Rachel grins. "So, then, you wouldn't be opposed to...a repeat performance at some point in the very near future?"
"Sweetheart, I'm counting on it," she says with a laugh. "Daily performances. Multiple daily performances," she amends, gathering Rachel closer until their legs are tangled and Rachel's head is tucked under her chin. "Just give me an hour," she mumbles tiredly. "Maybe two."
Rachel snuggles into her body, her own exhaustion catching up to her. "We have all the time in the world," she promises, listening to the soothing rhythm of Quinn's heartbeat and her breathing as it evens out. Her eyes grow heavy, and she begins to drift into pleasant dreams of Quinn and their promising future. Her fifteen year-old self didn't have a clue what she was missing.


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Juke is a simple (n)curses based juke box program. It uses command line
based players to play all kinds of music formats.
make generate-plist
To install the port: cd /usr/ports/audio/juke/ && make install cleanTo add the package: pkg install juke
cd /usr/ports/audio/juke/ && make install clean
pkg install juke
PKGNAME: juke
SHA256 (juke-0.7.tar.gz) = b19d6bb46ece9f47b07bcd52e371b447fbef580ffb9ded59257305962f47cae0
SIZE (juke-0.7.tar.gz) = 64103
There are no ports dependent upon this port
===> The following configuration options are available for juke-0.7:
VI_BINDINGS=off: Use vi-like key bindings
===> Use 'make config' to modify these settings
Number of commits found: 24
Cleanup some dead master_sites or WWW
Cleanup patches, a* categories.
Rename them to follow the make makepatch naming, and regenerate them.
With hat: portmgr
Sponsored by: Absolight
audio/juke: USES+= ncurses
Convert ports to use the options helpers in categories [abc]*, and minor fixes.
Sponsored by: Absolight
Differential Revision: https://reviews.freebsd.org/D3412?
Convert to @sample
Rename audio/ patch-xy patches to reflect the files they modify.
Stage support
Add NO_STAGE all over the place in preparation for the staging support (cat:
- Trim the Makefile header per recent agreements
- Drop leading indefinite article from COMMENT
- Convert to new generation OPTIONS framework
- Fix whitespace issues with pkg-message display
- Massively cleanup Makefile and port description
- Get Rid MD5 support
- use $SUB_FILES to dynamically adjust pkg-message
PR: ports/142405
Submitted by: Sevan Janiyan <firstname.lastname@example.com>
Reset maintainer at his request.
Approved by: krion@
- Add optional patch to provide vi style key bindings
PR: ports/82417
Submitted by: Ed Schouten <firstname.lastname@example.com>
Approved by: maintainer timeout (2 weeks)
New master site, update maintainer's address
PR: ports/77551
Submitted by: Oyvind Moll (maintainer)
Add size data, approved by maintainers.
Commented out primary master-site.
Added comment to it, informed maintainer.
Noticed by: portsurvey
Fix master site and pkg-descr.
Submitted by: maintainer
upgrade to 0.7
Add manpage (bump PORTREVISION). Fix broken ${PKGMESSAGE} usage.
Update to version 0.6
Change PKGDIR from pkg/ to . Also fix places where ${PKGDIR} is spelled out
(many of which are ${PKGDIR}/MESSAGE -> ${PKGMESSAGE} type fixes that
shouldn't have been necessary) and the string "/pkg/" appear.
Convert category audio to new layout.
Servers and bandwidth provided byNew York Internet, SuperNews, and RootBSD
No vulnerabilities have been reported in the past 14 days
* - modified, not new
All vulnerabilities

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Apple Rush Co., Inc. Licenses New West Coast Distributor for California and Hawaii
DOLTON, Ill., Sept. 10 /PRNewswire-FirstCall/ — Apple Rush Co., Inc. (Pink Sheets: APRU), is pleased to announce that the Company has signed an agreement to license its brand Apple Rush(TM) to a newly formed company, Apple Rush Maui, LLC. This agreement gives Apple Rush Maui, LLC the exclusive rights to sell and produce Apple Rush(TM) within the states of California & Hawaii.
As part of the Licensing Agreement, Apple Rush Maui, LLC has made an equity investment of $100,000 in Apple Rush to obtain its rights. These rights give Apple Rush Maui, LLC a minority position in Apple Rush and the 'Right of First Refusal' to add other neighboring states, as well as possible Japanese exporting rights.
Apple Rush Maui, LLC will be distributing all six current flavors of the Apple Rush bottle line. As well, Apple Rush's three top selling flavors of its Organic Sparkling 100% Juice products, Original Apple, Pomegranate and Cranberry, are scheduled for production in cans in early October, and these will also be distributed by Apple Rush Maui in the same territory and under the same provisions as noted above. Apple Rush Maui, LLC will eventually take over production of all cans and bottle on the west coast and pay a royalty fee to Apple Rush, according to the terms of the Agreement.
"We are very excited about signing this Licensing Agreement with Apple Rush Maui, LLC. We believe that licensing this West Coast territory to them will greatly enhance our growth plans for nationwide distribution of our organic, lightly carbonated beverages," stated Robert Corr, President of Apple Rush Co., Inc.
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Apple Rush Company, Inc. is a producer of Organic 100% Juice Sparkling Beverages. The company markets its products through an extensive distribution network nearly 40 Distributors throughout the U.S. and in foreign markets. The Company's flagship product line of Organic Apple Rush(TM) Sparkling Beverages currently has six mainstream flavors in glass bottles. Three top selling flavors will also be available in cans in October 2009. Ongoing information is available at www.applerush.com.


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A Long Island Walmart worker was thrown to the ground and trampled when anxious shoppers tore the doors off their hinges in an effort to get into the store to shop the annual Black Friday sale. The unnamed worker dies a short while after at a local hospital and the store was closed for the rest of the day to deal with the tragedy.
Of course, it only took a few hours before the talking heads began searching for someone to blame and, as expected, that someone turned out the be Walmart. Why not? After all, Walmart has quickly become a popular whipping post that can be blamed for everything from sweatshops in China to killing our kids with lead laden toys.
It's easy to blame Walmart.
They're big. They're powerful. And, let's face it, they are a bit evil.
But I think to lay blame at the company's doorstep for this poor workers death would not only be premature but would also be wrong.
I've worked at Walmart during Black Friday. And, as anyone who's ever worked in retail during a mega-sale will tell you, you can only hold out anxious shoppers for so long before unrest settles in and problems start to rear their ugly head. These people are not going to a sale; they're going to war and they're prepared to fight their fellow shoppers - and even store staff if they need to - to save a few dollars.
This problem isn't Walmart's fault. There is no amount of security or crowd control that could have prevented this unfortunate incident. I've worked during many big product launches and, I can tell you firsthand, Walmart does an phenomenal job with crowd control. The fault lies solely with the uncontrolled masses that roam the streets on Black Friday searching for a deal.
On Black Friday, the rules of politeness are suspended by our entire society. If you dare to go out to shop, you should expect to be cursed, treated rudely, shoved about, and maybe even punched or bitten. It's become a free for all and people lose total control.
No, Walmart isn't to blame for this. It's the 'do whatever you need to do to get what you want' mentality that our society's developed. We're greedy and we're willing to treat our fellow people like trash for a $4.00 toy.
I've seen it happen.
It's disgusting.
Unfortunately, it's human nature.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Is Walmart to blame for Black Friday death?
Posted by Anthony Papillion at 1:27 PM
Labels: walmart
1 comment:
- Movéo SEM said...
I absolutely think Walmart is to blame for this. Two years ago I went to a local 24 hour Walmart to find out how their Black Friday sale was being held for the PS3, they were handing out tickets, much like Best Buy does. Why did they stop? The ticket system for the big items works to keep this sort of tragedy from happening.
- December 2, 2008 at 11:32 AM
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This is a story in the future, not so long from now... It is discovered there are mysterious people who have capability to transform themselves into a beast figure. "Something mysterious which has been latent in their genes", related to the formation of figure and capability of various animals, awakes one day suddenly due to anomalies. They are called "Zoanthropes," but few people know their extraordinary potentialities. Under such circumstances, some researchers have found that almost all of us equally have the gene in fact that could "beastorize" ourselves. A special information code is contained in this gene, and this information code is called <
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In such unstable time of "humans" and "Zoanthropes", Kingdom of Zoanthropes is founded where 80 percent of population are Zoanthropes.
Many Zoanthropes welcome the foundation of Kingdom, since the purpose of the country is eliminating confrontation and oppression, and acknowledging all residents to be equal. However, Kingdom of Zoanthropes, being new and unstable, needs to depend on the military strength of "Zoanthrope soldiers" and especially the "Zoanthrope mercenary unit" which is made for supplying military strength to foreign countries becomes an important source of income supporting this country.
There is a long distance to reach to the ideal state of "Peace for Zoanthropes", and besides a bad rumor starts that the newly developed experiment using Zoanthropes is seemingly conducted inside the Kingdom. Also there are many who speak an objection against authoritative state of the Kingdom, but all they could do is accepting this situation as the reality.
Under such situations, it is declared that one big event is held in the Kingdom. The event is consisted of "Zoanthrope fighting tournament", which purpose the training of the "Zoanthrope soldiers", and to appeal the usefulness of the "Zoanthrope mercenary unit" to foreign countries, and it is planned that the comprehensive champion would be given a large sum of prize and conferred the title of the "Strongest Zoanthrope".
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The panel of judges in The Hague hearing the case of five alleged Dutch Tamil Tigers will be allowed to continue. The Hague Chamber of Recusal has rejected a challenge to the judges from defence lawyer Victor Koppe.
He submitted the challenge after the judges refused to let him continue with his nearly 200-page address, begun in the morning, beyond five p.m. He complained that the trial was unfair and the judges "shamelessly ignored" his request to continue for another half-hour.
The five defendants are accused of membership of a criminal terrorist organisation. The Public Prosecutor's Office is calling for 16-year jail sentences. The five are alleged to have collected money for their cause by mean of blackmail.
The European Union regards the Tamil Tigers as a terrorist organisation, whereas Victor Koppe sees them as freedom fighters comparable to the Libyans who ousted Muammar Gaddafi or the rebels being killed in Syria.
The case is being followed with great interest in Sri Lanka where it is seen as a trial of the status of the Tamil Tigers.
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Another species of eagle in our collection is the African Fish Eagle. He was captive bred in the UK and arrived at the centre at the end of July 2008 at around 8 weeks old. It took around 5 years for him to reach full adult plumage, changing his juvenile brown plumage for his distinctive white head, neck and upper chest. The rest of his body is chestnut-brown in colouration, and the back of his wings are black.
He is trained to fly on some of our Bird Handling Experiences, such as the One Day and Large Raptor experiences, and for public flying displays at the Centre and outside events. He has even learned to "catch" food from a bath full of water while in flight, just as his wild counterparts snatch fish from lakes and rivers.
Our African Fish Eagle is known to us by several nicknames - originally named "Biscuit", when he reached adult plumage his white head and dark body earned him the new moniker "Guinness", but our falconers usually just call him "Fish"!
Origin: Africa - all countries south of the Sahara and southern parts of Western Africa.
Diet: Mainly fish, but also birds (mainly nestlings) and occasionally mammals, reptiles, amphibians, insects and rarely carrion.
Fishes mainly surface feeding fish and can lift up to 1.5kg easily. Once airborne can carry 2kg easily for considerable distances.
Usually only one in seven or eight fishing attempts are successful, usually spends less than 10 minutes a day fishing, except when feeding young.
Habitat: Usually always around water: large freshwater lakes, rivers, floodplains and stocked dams, but also swamps and alkaline lakes; on the coast: creeks, estuaries and mangrove lagoons, preferably with calm waters.
Birds are usually sedentary except in times of drought, floods and loss of food supply.
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Preschool Halloween Art: Shaving Cream Swirled Pumpkins
October 9, 2012 in All Posts, Preschool, Preschool Art
Ever since seeing this shaving cream Eric Carle seahorse from I Heart Crafty Things and this shaving foam leaf from Little Wonders' Days on Pinterest, I have been dying to try out some preschool shaving cream art with my preschooler. I don't remember doing this as a kid – do you?
This is a super fun way to get into the Halloween spirit if you haven't started yet!
- Shaving cream
- Acrylic paint or food coloring
- A mixing tool (we used a bamboo skewer – you could also use a paintbrush or a chopstick)
- A scraping tool (if you're fancy, use a proper metal scraping tool – we used stiff cardboard rectangles)
- Optional: a tray or something else to protect your work surface
How To
Step 1
Cover your work surface with shaving foam.
Step 2
Let your preschooler squeeze food coloring or paint onto the shaving cream.
Step 3
Let your child swirl to her heart's delight!
Tips: For maximum creativity, let your preschooler add as much color as she wants to her canvas. For the prettiest prints, use only a few colors (3-4), a clean shaving cream canvas each time, and paint – not food coloring (because it bleeds into the paper).
Step 4
Press your pumpkin cutout or paper into the swirled shaving foam for a few seconds and lift it off slowly.
Step 5
Scrape off the shaving cream from your cut out and let it dry.
Next time we'll be trying this technique on cardstock with paint, instead of food coloring, to make vibrant homemade holiday cards!
LEARN! Sensory play, colors, art


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Q: 1999 4runner 3.4v6 that idles fast and doesn't drop down very quick on 1999 Toyota 4Runner
this happens at every start
SCAN to monitor coolant temp sensor. Is the check engine light on? Does it come on then go off as soon as you start it , which is what it should do if normal op.?
Engine light does not stay on after start. Not sure what you mean by running a scan to check engine coolant temp?d
The engine is controlled by the PCM (powertrain control module) or ECM (engine control module) either way , it takes inputs from the many sensors in/on the engine to determine what values the 'controlled' items should be at. IF it thinks the engine temp. is -40 degrees , it will adjust the air/fuel mixture accordingly , and will typically be at a higher RPM until it sees the temp. coming up. An intermittent fault (NOT necessarily a part)in the system may cause the symptoms you describe. A SCANNER can be hooked up and be used to watch all the sensors and determine if any one or more is out of range , that would be done while it's running , preferably from a 'cold' start (after sitting overnight). You can find inexpensive (relative term) that would work for your purpose in the ballpark range of probably $250.00-$500.00( I'm guessing based on some of the stuff I've seen at places like 'autozone')Professional ones start at several thousand , so , maybe(just maybe) that helps in understanding why places that do more than just 'read codes' will charge a diagnostic fee for simply even hooking it up. My point to all of this , is not to go out and buy parts based on just a code or a guess at a common symptom (which is especially easy to do online with no accountability to your wallet). Even if you do the repair work yourself (still saving money) , hopefully it would be a one-shot deal, fixed right the first time. IF I was to confusing in my reply , let me know what I can clarify.
Hi friend (ziptie?) Thank you very much for the in-depth, quite thorough and informative response to my reply. I grew up turning my own wrenches when I got my first car in '65 but now having experienced a very significant natural change in hair color, I am not in the mainstream anymore regarding the computerization of systems and am not even too familiar with the jargon. You have presented yourself as patient and obviously very willing to help out, and for that I thank you again. I am sure you have, and will continue to assist many like myself in the future.
You're welcome. By the way , if by 'idles fast' you mean up to 2200 RPMs , AND it takes maybe no longer than 3 minutes to come down to normal idle(usually about 750 in gear), then , what you are experiencing sounds pretty normal to me. Maybe one day when you're bored and want to sit in your driveway for 3 minutes , set your smartphone (I know you gotta have one of them?) to 'stopwatch' setting and start the truck and the timer at the same time.....and just sit there patiently observing( another lost art), see where it's at at the 3 minute mark.Let me know. Have fun!....
Are you still having this issue? How long does it idle fast when you first start the car? Does this only happen when it is a cold start? Or does it still happen if you drive around and the engine is hot, turned it off and then turn it right back on. Does it still occur?
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Monument and visitor center commemorating the birth of Joseph Smith, Prophet of the Restoration.
A small cottage was located in the trees to the left of the monument. It was here that the Prophet was born on December 23, 1805.
The granite monument is 38.5 feet tall, one foot for each year of the Prophet's life.
President Joseph F. Smith dedicated the monument on December 23, 1905.
At the base of the monument is a summary of key events from the Prophet's life, as a testimony of the divinity of the work.
The location of the cottage where Joseph was born, the third son of Joseph Sr. and Lucy Mack Smith.
The front doorstep of the cottage now features a plaque describing the significance of the stone.
This stone and plaque indicates the location of the hearthstone in the cabin, possibly the precise spot where Joseph was born.
Solomon Mack was Lucy Mack Smith's father. He owned a 100-acre farm on which his daughter and son-in-law lived for a while.
The old cellar is all that remains of the Mack home. It is located several hundred yards northeast of the birthplace of Joseph.
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text: My eXmark Lazer Z developed a pulsating sound coming from the right side of the hydro system. There was no change in performance. I couldn't pinpoint the sound as coming from the pump or wheel motor and not knowing a whole lot about the system dropped it off at the local eXmark dealer this morning. The dealer said they would flow test the hydro system and let me know what was wrong. So I rented one of their demo mowers for the day. I get a call around 4:00 and the guy tells me my mower is ready and they couldn't find anything wrong with it. I go into pick up mower and drop off the rental. They tell me that the hydro system had "phenomenal" flow at 9 gpm on each side and the mechanic didn't hear any noise from they system. The owner of the dealership is their talking with me and asks his guy if there were any metal shavings or fillings in the reservoir his guy says no clean as could be. I paid for 1.5 hrs labor 1 bottle of hydro fluid (they said it was low, I know for a fact it wasn't as I had just checked it before I dropped it off), misc shop supplies and the rental of the demo mower. They loaded the mower on my trailer and I left. When I went to take the mower off my trailer I could still hear the pulsating noise coming from the hydro system. So I looked in the reservoir and the hydro fluid looked "shiny". I grabbed a magnet and got quiet a bit of metal out of the reservoir, see photo. I am a little PO'd that I dropped my machine off for them to diagnose my problem and feel they didn't really do anything. I tried calling them of course its after hours. How should I proceed? I'm guessing I shouldn't run the mower with theses shavings in the reservoir?


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Welcome to the 6th Feminist Carnival!
We're pleased to host the 8th edition of the newly reborn Feminist Carnival! In the spirit of rebirth, and in alignment with the readers and mission of Scarleteen, this round puts its focus on young feminist bloggers and feminist issues particularly pertinent to younger women.
Did rape ruin my vagina forever?
I was raped about seven months ago and my vagina hasn't felt the same ever since: it has felt more open. My boyfriend and I just started having sex about a month ago. I asked him if I felt loose, because ever since the incident I haven't felt good about my vagina. He said that I am definitely not tight. I looked at my vagina with a mirror and noticed that the opening isn't completely closed....
Abuse and "Don't Ask, Don't Tell"
Four years ago, Joseph Rocha was a committed and ambitious 18-year-old Navy recruit sure of two things: his love for his country and the corresponding desire to serve it in the Armed Forces, as well as his sexual orientation as a gay man. Unfortunately, the latter was very much in conflict with the former.
Consent is Sexy
What is consent? What is sexy? Why is consent sexy?
Should I stay or should I go? My boyfriend disclosed that he has sexually assaulted two kids...
I am in an extremely confused state right now. I'm almost in the state of breaking down too and I just cannot accept the irresponsible fact that my boyfriend has raped a family member and a girlfriend's sister before who were both kids. It happened two years ago. He told me with all out honesty yesterday about it all since he didn't want to hide it from me as I am his girlfriend....
Is something wrong with me because I like BDSM? Can I like it and still be a feminist?
For as long as I can remember, I have been turned on my imagining my own pain and humiliation. I am going out with someone for the first time now, and we've been together for almost eight months. Recently we've started experimenting with very mild SM-type things--tying each other up, biting, spanking. I love it, and so does he. But is this normal?...
How do I deal with the results of a medical trauma or abuse?
Hi, I'm sixteen and about four months ago I was treated at the hospital for severe anemia due to over excessive menstruation. While I was there, I had to have a pelvic exam done, and I'm already really shy, and I've never been touched like that or even have had a boyfriend. So the doctor (who was a man) was about to do it, but I was so scared he had to physically spread my legs apart....
So Much More Than Just One Night
I was very excited that he was finally coming home, I just never realized it would end up like this.
Is intercourse a violence or a violation?
I've been with my girlfriend for nearly six months now. I've always had a bit of a problem having sex with people (keeping it up) but this problem has never occurred between me and her. However, lately I've begun to feel very guilty about the physical action of having sex....
How can I give my sister a good sex education?
I am 17, and I have a 15 year old sister who is Autistic. I also come from an EXTREMELY Catholic family. I never got a sex talk - I straight-up asked my dad what sex meant when I was 9 or 10, and he gave me some very unhelpful answer about a gift that God intended to be shared between a man and a woman in marriage....


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'Fitness fanatic' Donna (30) killed when hit by truck 'was planning to get married'
Devastated father Peter speaks of how his much-loved daughter 'never let him down'
The Dublin woman killed when her bike was hit by a truck in the city centre was planning to get married to her partner.
Donna Fox (30) was remembered today as a fitness fanatic who had previously raised money on charity cycles.
She was on her way to work in a pharmacy when the tragedy happened yesterday in the North Dock/East Wall area.
The collision happened shortly before 11am at the junction between Seville Place and Guild Street.
A passing motorist jumped from her car and tried to help Donna, but her injuries were too severe to survive.
The driver of the truck - who was visibly-emotional at the scene - was brought to Beaumont Hospital as a precaution.
Today Donna's family are trying to come to terms with the tragedy.
At his home in rural Balbriggan in north county Dublin, Donna's father Peter spoke emotionally of his daughter, who was the second child of three children.
"She was as fit as a fiddle. She hadn't been to a doctor since she was a child.
"Donna would drive to Whitehall in the mornings and take her bike from the boot of the car and then cycle to work near Grand Canal Dock," said Peter.
"I asked her was it safe and she told me it was cycle lanes all the way and she was fine, then the gardai called here yesterday with the news of the accident," he added.
"I can honestly say Donna never let me down, ever. She could turn her hand to anything.
"She could drive a digger and do carpentry and everything. She was always on the go, never quiet.
"She lived beside me here in a mobile home with her partner Anne Marie. They were planning to get married and build a house on the site. We are all just devastated," Peter explained.
Thinking back on Donna's life, Peter said she had a love of horses from an early age, and was a competent rider.
"She trained up the North as well, and had a jockey's licence, but then she came back to us here and started doing different jobs.
"She worked in an Applegreen motorway services place where she became manager in the Costa Coffee outlet.
"Then she joined Holland & Barrett and worked in a number of their stores, before moving to the Meagher's chain of pharmacies. That's where she was going yesterday," he added.
Peter, a taxi driver, said when the gardai arrived at the house yesterday he thought it might be because he had done something wrong.
"I wish it was something as simple as that. I never expected the news they brought, but you never do expect that sort of news do you?" He asked.
Donna's uncle Niall said he saw her yesterday morning jogging past his house.
"She was always running and cycling. She took part in charity cycles to Galway before. She was a great girl," he said.
Donna's mother Catherine died from cancer in 2011 in her early 50s.
She is survived by her partner Anne Marie, father Peter, sister Leanne and brother Neil.
Gardai have appealed for witnesses.
A woman who lives close to the scene told of how she rushed to get a defibrillator on hearing of the accident.
She said she was shocked by what she saw.
"I couldn't believe what happened, it all just happened in a matter of seconds," she said.
"There's a defibrillator in the local centre across the road and I shouted to the woman performing CPR that I was going to get it.
"I was running to get it, but it was just too late. I don't think it would have helped – what happened was just too serious."
Residents in the area where the accident took place were deeply shaken.
One woman who saw the accident was too upset to speak and broke down when she was approached by gardai.
Local people placed flowers at the scene last night.
Residents called for action to change the layout of the junction where yesterday's accident happened.
The turn-off along Seville Place is a busy road and leads to the Port Tunnel.
Neighbours said traffic volumes in the area have increased considerably since the opening of the Samuel Beckett Bridge in 2009.
"They need to do something about the junction, it's just a disaster," said one woman.
"There's three sets of lights and pedestrians don't know where to be crossing, it really is a mess."
The road remained closed for several hours before re-opening to traffic.
Donna's death brings to nine the number of cyclists killed on the roads so far this year, a rate of one a month.
Last week, an 11-year-old boy died following a collision with a car while he was cycling to school outside his home town of Moate, Co Westmeath.
A 13-year-old boy who was hit by a car while cycling in Drogheda last month died from his injuries in hospital.
Independent councillor and former Lord Mayor of Dublin Christy Burke demanded that the area of yesterday's fatality be immediately closed to heavy goods vehicles.
"My heart goes out to the family of that poor young lady. This was a death that did not have to happen," he said.
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This is the second article in the masturbation series. I got so many great stories from females about how they masturbate that I'm amazed they are all so slightly different. The first story was about Faith and how she uses her vibrator, but in this woman's case, no vibrator is needed!
So, how does Carly masturbate? She heads to the park near her home with her red high heels.
A little backstory: I was about 12 years old when I first discovered that tingly feeling down there. I was at the park with some friends and I was sitting on top of the monkey bars. I was talking to my friend and I leaned forward, and all of a sudden I felt this tingly sensation down there that I had never felt before. The more I moved around, the better it felt. Of course, I was too young to know what was happening. I just figured it was a nice sensation, like when you get tickled.
Fast forward 8 years and I had never had an orgasm. I had tried with my fingers. I had boyfriends try. I had considered buying a vibrator, but the thought actually scared me. I had been to some sex toy parties and those things looked more like torture devices than orgasm makers. Maybe I had an irrational fear of vibrators because all my friends swore by them, but I just couldn't bring myself to put that thing in my room let alone use it.
So, one night, I was drinking with some friends and we went to the playground. I climbed up on top of the monkey bars and BOOM, I had that tingly feeling that I used to have as a kid. This time, I had leaned forward to try and take my red heels off. (I have no idea why I didn't take them off before… I was drunk! But I'm glad I didn't because it reminded me of that old feeling.) And this time, I knew the feeling was something more than just a 'good feeling'.
While my friends laughed and talked down below, I wiggled myself around enjoying and intensifying the feeling I was having. My vagina was starting to feel tight and I thought something was going to happen, and then one of my friends pulled on my legs and I fell off.
The first orgasm: The next night, after another night of drinking with my red heels on, I went back to the park, alone, and I got up there and had the exact same feeling. I leaned forward a bit as if I was going to take off my heels, rocked back and forth, and soon my vagina started to tighten up again and then THE BEST RELEASE OF MY LIFE HAPPENED – I was met with wave after wave of pleasure! I got off and laid in the sand and enjoyed the fact that I had finally had an orgasm.
Now, it's how I masturbate. I put on my red heels because it separates the kid in me who shouldn't be masturbating at a park from the woman in me – who probably shouldn't be masturbating at a park but who has the right to masturbate freely as an adult – and I go to the monkey bars.
I know it's so bad to orgasm where kids play, but it is the way I masturbate! I find that the tighter the jeans I'm wearing, the better. So NO I don't take my pants off while doing it. It's all done fully clothed.
What do I think about? Nothing really. I just enjoy the feeling and, to be honest, I don't have much time to think about anything. I orgasm within a minute or two of climbing up there. In fact, I now get pretty excited about the feeling I'm going to have and start to get tight and almost reach orgasm before I even get a chance to position myself on the monkey bar.
What do I tell my boyfriends? Nothing. I'm still hoping that one day a guy will be able to give me an orgasm on his own, but that hasn't happened yet. I'm a little embarrassed to tell guys that I can only orgasm on the monkey bars, and I don't want to make them feel bad about not being able to bring me to orgasm like a simple bar can do. Maybe one day I'll have a serious enough relationship where I feel comfortable telling him about how I orgasm, but until then, if you see a woman sitting on top of the monkey bars with red heels on, it might be me doing what I do best!