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I Can Treat You Better | (Part 2)
Daryl Dixon x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NSFW
Summary: Another request, hope I do it justice. :) Daryl has feelings for the reader and has had to watch the reader be treated badly by her boyfriend for months. When the reader's boyfriend is out on a run, Daryl makes his feelings known. Pre-Negan Era. Set in Alexandria. Smut AF.
Warnings: Smutty, Smutness
Word Count: 8,963
Daryl watched as you sadly waved goodbye to Luke. You guys you had been seeing each other since even before the world ended and was replaced with the dead. You had both been living in Alexandria since before the wall had went up, you saw all of it happen in the blink of an eye; the world ending, the dead walking, The Monroe's quickly devising a plan to keep the town safe, and the arrival of Rick's group followed by more heartache and hardship. You and Luke shared a small house in the town, sitting on the right-hand side of the development, next to the last house that was placed within the town, furthest away from the wall, which belonged to Daryl.
You and Luke moved to Alexandria, before losing your families to the dead, you were college sweethearts, and you just always assumed you would be together forever. But lately something had changed in Luke, he was more reckless, and every chance he got it seemed, he was offering to go on runs, especially with Rosita. In the pit of your stomach you knew something was wrong, very wrong. Luke waved back at you, with little to no emotion in his eyes, from the back of a truck they where using for their run. You saw him quickly turn his attention back to Rosita smiling at her the way he used to smile at you.
You sighed a little, looking down, kicking a rock with your feet. You heard the gate close and slam shut as Aaron harshly pushed the lock back in place. He walked over to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look up at him with sad eyes.
"They'll be back before you know it." He said re-assuringly. "Rick will make sure of that." He finished seriously, rubbing his hand comfortingly across your shoulder, before breaking contact, nodding and heading off to his home down the road.
You stood there not really sure what to do with yourself, you always felt off when Luke was gone, but you had felt off for a few months now, even when he was with you, he wasn't really with you. You stare off into space analyzing the past few months, the drop in conversation between you two, the lack of intimacy, you used to find any excuse to sneak away to be together but lately he didn't even want to touch you. You self-consciously wrap your arms around yourself, not realizing you were being watched.
Suddenly, you hear a scoff and realize that Daryl was standing a few feet away from you, by the front of the gate. He glared at you until you made eye contact, and then his head snapped away to look at a fixed point on the wall ahead of him. He sighed, seemingly angrily, and began walking toward you. He stops when he gets within inches of you, and growls into your ear, as he faces toward the town, his back against the gate.
"Don't worry I'm sure your boyfriend will be just fine." He said lowly and slightly bumped your shoulder as he passed by you.
What the hell was his problem? You thought to yourself and turned around to follow the tall, muscular redneck.
You run a little to catch up to him, as he has already taken several long strides away from you and down the street. You tap him on the shoulder and continue to try and reach his speed.
"What the hell was that about, Daryl?" You ask a little angrily and follow him as he picks up his pace. He obviously had an issue with something.
He angrily huffs and grips the strap of his crossbow tighter in his hands, saying nothing and tightening his jaw, he continues to walk towards the back of the development. You followed him past yours and Luke's house, to the last house on the right, that was Daryl's. You stomp up the porch behind him, grabbing his shoulder forcing him to turn around. He swings around angrily and glares into your eyes.
"What do ya want Y/N?" He shouted.
You suddenly felt enraged at his random anger directed at you. Who the hell did he think he was, talking to you that way? You thought confused and a little angry. He has barely ever said more than two words to you before this.
"I want to know what the hell you meant back there?" You demanded and he staggered back pacing a little, his eyes angry.
"You know what I'm talkin about Y/N. You know he is fucking her. How can you stay with an asshole like that? The way he treats you-" He shouts in your face, fuming, and begins pacing back and forth on the wooden floor again.
Your eyes grow wide, and you feel your heart stop in its tracks, as it sinks into the pit of your stomach.
"What?" You ask softly. Daryl continues to pace around his porch, gripping his weapon tighter in his hands, gesturing to your house on the left-hand side of his.
"I've fucking seen them together, Y/N! I know you aren't that stupid! You fucking know too. Don't tell me you don't." He shouts out again.
You feel your face get hot as your eyes begin to well up with tears.
"I gotta- I gotta go." You say softly and turn to run down his stairs, you hear Daryl call your name, but you don't want him to see you cry, you didn't want such a strong man to see you break. You run across the lawn and up the stairs to your house, slamming, and locking the door.
You drudge your feet up the stairs, through blurry and wet eyes, emerging at your bedroom. You look at the bed and memories of you and Luke wash over you, followed by an image of him with Rosita in your bed. You wondered if they had ever screwed in your bed and suddenly you felt nauseated. You turn back from your bedroom and head down stairs to the living room, you plop yourself down on the couch head in your hands and let yourself feel all the pain you were feeling, letting all the tears come pouring out of you. You hear yourself sobbing from a distance, feeling like it wasn't real.
You sob for nearly a half hour straight, until you feel like you are completely drained of everything inside of you. You peer over to the table on the side of the couch where you sit and see a picture of you and Luke sitting in a frame, a picture taken back before the world had ended, back before he was a cheater. Your eyes narrowed in anger as you stared at the man you thought would never hurt you. You pick up the frame angrily and throw it at the wall, making the glass shatter and the picture fall to the floor. Broken. Just like us. You thought to yourself with a scoff.
Anger takes over your body, washing over you and replacing the sadness. You dry your eyes, that have now started seething, and begin to rip down every picture frame and throw anything that reminded you of the two of you. That painting on the wall he had bought you for your 1-year anniversary – the year before the world went to shit, the necklace on the table he had found for you after you lost your parents, the promise ring on your finger that he had given you when you had first started dating. You throw it all to the ground, hearing wood and metal clashing and clanging against the hard wood floor of your living room.
You ran back up the stairs to your bedroom and pulled the blankets and sheets off the bed, throwing another picture of you and him on the nightstand down to the ground, as your boots walked over the glass, chomping on it without care. You pulled out a small duffle bag from your closet and began throwing your clothes into it, you didn't care if you had to sleep on someone's floor, you would not be here when Luke returned home. You grab as many clothes as would fit, and went to the bathroom to grab your toothbrush and a couple of bars of soap you had managed to find.
You grab the overly full duffle bag and sling it over your shoulder, heaving a little at how heavy it was, and walked determinedly down the stairs and out the door slamming it shut. You walk onto the porch and angrily begin toward the stairs. You hear Daryl again, to your right, calling your name from his porch.
"Y/N! Please, hold up for a minute!" Daryl's voice had softened and showed signs of worry.
Daryl had not moved from this spot since he had blurted out Luke's secret. He was sure you knew, but your reaction proved to him otherwise. He paced back and forth, angry at himself and his big mouth, that had caused you so much pain. He listened to you cry and throw things, watching you intently through your living room window, that just happened to face his own. So many nights he had watched you, not intending to get drawn in, but not being able to help himself. The way you would set up dinner night after night for you and Luke, and seeing that most nights he didn't even bother to show up home until after you had given up and fallen asleep.
He watched as you paced your house lonely as can be whenever he was gone and lately you did the same even when he was there, both of you sitting in silence and not saying a word. He watched as you tried to kiss on Luke and make him feel your skin, but he would always pull away. Daryl guessed saying he was not in the mood. Bullshit. Daryl would think to himself, he knew the truth. Besides who would not be in the mood for Y/N, she was amazingly gorgeous and just as sweet as could be, Daryl would think to himself.
One night he watched as Y/N walked up the stairs and disappeared into her bedroom, after another failed attempt to get Luke to want her. Daryl saw how sad and tired her eyes were, tired of this same routine and tired of not being loved like she should be. Daryl saw Y/N's bedroom light go out and watched Luke as his fingers began to twitch and he nervously looked up the stairs. Daryl watched from the dark of his living room in curiosity, watching as the man got more nervous by the minute. About 20 minutes went by and the man suddenly stood up, walking to the stairs and looking up at the bedroom door, which was shut. He listened for a moment and smiled to himself. He walked across the living room floor, down the hallway, and out the door.
Daryl put out his cigarette in the dark and stared curiously for a moment before getting up and walking out to his porch quietly closing his door behind him. He watched as Luke walked speedily down the road, looking like he had to be somewhere in a hurry. Daryl frowned and decided to follow him. He took long, quite strides down the side of the road, staying on the grass and in the shadows as much as he could. He followed the man to a house he knew well, Rosita and Abraham's. He watched as Luke darted quickly to the side of the house, Daryl ducked behind the trees that separated Rosita and Abe's house from Carol's place. The town was dark, but the moon was full and brightened up the sky and the ground around it that night.
Daryl peered through the bushes to see Luke running to someone, the other person ran to him and wrapped their arms around him. Luke pulled this person into his arms, twirling them around, the moonlight illuminated their face, it was Rosita was a huge smile on her face. Daryl stood there shocked, feeling the seething anger build up inside of him. He watched as Luke pressed her up against the side of the wall and began to kiss her passionately. Daryl felt sick, watching as they became closer and closer to fucking right then and there. He hears them both begin to moan and tug at each other's pants. Daryl turned away and made his way back down the street, stopping to stare up at Y/N's dark bedroom window for a moment in silent sadness. What an asshole. Who could do that to her? He thought and again the anger returned to his being.
It had been two months since Daryl saw them together that first time and every time he saw Luke touch Rosita on the arm or whisper into her ear suggestively, when Y/N wasn't looking, every single time it took all Daryl had not to walk right over and kick his ass. But, Y/N was always there, looking at Luke, still in love with him, still wanting him. Daryl thought eventually she would figure it out on her own, but here they were two months later and somehow he was still the asshole who had to break the news to her. And he didn't do it well at all, talking wasn't one of his strong points and he kicked himself for hurting her, just like that asshole she called hers.
"Y/N! Please, stop!" Daryl pleaded as he watched Y/N continue to storm down the pavement with a duffle bag in her hands.
You stopped but do not turn around, hearing Daryl's footsteps come running up behind you. You feel nothing but rage and adrenaline coursing through your body. Suddenly, you feel Daryl's big hand on your shoulder, nudging you around to face him. You turn toward him and see that he is breathing heavy from running to catch up to you. You look into his eyes and see regret in them, you scoff.
"What?!" You cry out angrily and glare at him.
Daryl takes his hand off your shoulder and steps back with his hands in the arm, realizing that your anger is directed toward him.
"I just, I just… I wanted to say sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out like that." He said lowly and looks at the ground ashamed of himself.
You smirk a little in your rage, feeling heated tears again come to the surface.
"You're sorry? You're sorry?!" You scream a little and drop your duffle bag on the ground, charging your small frame into him and start hitting his chest with your fists as hard as you can, crying and punching.
"You are an asshole, you know that?!" You continue to cry and punch at him. And Daryl lets you do so, without wincing, he takes in all your pain.
You punch and punch until you your hands are sore and you are exhausted, you begin to sob into his chest, dropping your fists as they did no good against Daryl's muscular physique. You sob tiredly into him and you suddenly feel his big arms wrap around your body, pulling you tightly into him, as you cry.
"Shhh… Shhh…" Daryl comforts you, rocking you back and forth in his arms.
You hear the sound of footsteps tapping down the concrete behind you, in between your sobbing tears, and hear Aaron's voice.
"Is everything okay?!?" Aaron asked Daryl, breathless. He had heard Y/N screaming, as he was walking to the gate for guard duty, and turned around to see her hitting Daryl. He ran as fast as he could down the long pavement, watching as Daryl wrapped her in his arms.
Aaron tried to catch his breath, while looking concernedly into Daryl's eyes, and down to your sobbing face that was hidden from him.
You buried your face deeper into Daryl's chest, trying to escape the embarrassment of facing Aaron this way. You feel Daryl nod his head, as his chin moves up and down above your head.
"Ya. She's okay. I'll take care of her." Daryl said in a soft, low tone.
Aaron stands there for a moment, looking at Daryl, and back down at you, remaining hidden. He nods sadly at Daryl and then gently puts his hand on your back, massaging it a little.
"You know where to find me, if you need anything Y/N." He says to you and you nod into Daryl's chest, to answer him, still not wanting him to see you hurting. Daryl's arms wrap tighter around you, as your tears begin to subside.
Aaron looks at Daryl, "Take care of her," he says and Daryl again nods, onto the top of your head.
You hear Aaron walk away in the other direction. Daryl holds you for another moment in the street. You turn your head to the side, never breaking contact with his body, your tears had retreated once again, and you took a few deep breaths into him.
Daryl notices your body's ceasefire, and slowly loosens his arms, keeping them on your shoulders, but breaking your head's contact with his chest, to force you to look up at him. He sees your eyes are red and your face is drenched, he looks down at you in agony. I would give anything to take this pain away from her. He thought sadly. He looks at you and lowly speaks, "Come on," is all he says before pulling his arms away from you to lift the duffle bag, with one hand, over his shoulder.
You stay there, too tired to fight it and watch as he lugs your heavy bag over his shoulder effortlessly and comes back up to pull you to his other shoulder, wrapping his free arm around your neck. You lean your head onto his shoulder as you both slowly make your way back down the street.
You pass the place you used to call home and Daryl leads you up the stairs, back onto his porch, where the whole thing had begun, at least for you. He slowly opens the door to his house and walks you both into his living room, where he throws your bag onto the floor, and leads you to the couch. You plop down and begin to dry your eyes, a little embarrassed now at the scene you had just caused.
Daryl walks over to the living room window, that faced the place you used to call home, and quickly drew the long, dark red curtains. You sigh a little relieved you didn't have to look into the house you used to call home. The room darkens and Daryl uses his lighter to light small and big candles alike, that were scattered around the living room. Suddenly, the glow of the candlelight illuminated the space, making it feel more homey than you were used to. You lay back into the couch and continue to steady your breathing, looking at Daryl as he sits on the couch beside you, looking straight ahead, trying not to be intrusive. He sits with his hands nervously wrapping around each other and his one leg twitching. You also see him nervously biting his lip as he stared straight ahead.
"I'm sorry I hit you." You say quietly, looking at your own hands.
"That's alright. I deserved it." He said, still twitching.
"No, you didn't. That anger wasn't meant for you." You say to him.
He turns to look at you, as he nervously bites his lip, "I'm sorry too. I should have never told ya. At least not like that." He said sincerely apologetic for his slip up.
"I knew. I knew something was… off." You admit, again playing absentmindedly with your fingers as you spoke. "I just didn't want to admit it to myself. I didn't want to lose him too." You quietly say.
Daryl nods a little in understanding and looks down at his hands again. A few minutes pass and neither of you speak, just sitting in each other's company.
"You're welcome to stay here." Daryl says quietly, not looking at you.
You smile your first small smile since this afternoon, you reach over and touch his arm lightly.
"Thanks." You say, he tenses a little at your touch. You notice, but shrug it off as Daryl being Daryl. You drop your hand back into your lap.
"Ugh. I can't believe this." You lean forward, running your hands through your hair, stressed. You two are now shoulder to should on the couch. You let your hands run up and down your face, rubbing your skin.
"I probably look like shit." You say to yourself, trying to rub the feeling of betrayal off you.
Daryl scoffs a little, "I don't think that's possible." He says quietly, rubbing his knuckles harder.
"Yeah, right." You say self-deprecatingly, letting your hands rest over your mouth as today's memories run through your brain, over and over again.
"You're beautiful, Y/N." He says, still not looking at you.
Your head snaps over to look at him, in response.
"What?" You ask, taken aback.
He nervously bites his lip some more before slowly turning his head to meet your eyes, his eyes softly looking into yours, the candlelight flickering in them.
"You're beautiful." He says again, softly, and matter-of-factly.
"You could have anyone you wanted. I just never knew why you wanted him." He says dropping his head sadly.
"When I found out, I wanted to tell you. But I didn't know how to, I didn't want you to hurt… I shoulda told you…" He trailed off looking at the closed curtains ahead of you two.
"I shoulda told you that I couldn't stand you being with him… and that I wanted to be with you…" He trails of nervously.
You watch the man in awe, his strong, muscular arms flexed onto his knees, taking in his large, beautiful frame. You look at his sideways face, taking in his nervous lips and worried eyes, as if he had said something extremely dangerous. His leg twitched and he waited for a response. Daryl expected anger or laughter, he had never been a hit with women, didn't know how to talk to them. What he got surprised him as you gently put your hand on his twitching leg next to you. The leg froze in place and he again forced himself to look into your eyes, confused this time.
You sat there looking at him, in shock. "I had no idea, Daryl…." You trail off, not sure what to say.
"You don't have to say anything, it's okay…" He says dropping his head, to look at the couch space in-between you two awkwardly.
"I know I'm not much… I just… thought you should know." He forced the words out of his mouth, immediately wishing he had stayed quiet.
You remain silent for a moment, before moving your other hand up to his downward facing chin, before gently lifting it so that you can peer into his eyes.
You look at him softly, "I just didn't know… You are amazing Daryl, you are one of the best men here, hell you may even be the best man here. I just had no idea." You say, to reassure him.
He nods, looking down as he takes in your words, before looking back into your eyes.
"I'm not good with the words." He says sheepishly.
You smirk a little, "Really? I couldn't tell." You laugh a little, making him smirk just a little.
"How long… How long have you felt this way?" You ask, still in shock that this beautiful man would ever look at you that way.
"Awhile. Since before I found out… Maybe since the first time I saw you." He admitted, avoiding your gaze again.
Your face went flush, feeling embarrassed and excited all at once.
"Wow." You say simply and remove your hands from him, to rub them on your face again, concentrating on everything he had just revealed.
He clears his throat nervously a few minutes later and you realize you still haven't said anything.
"Forget it. I shouldn't have said anything." He says, suddenly trying to get up from the couch. You instinctually grab his knee before he has a chance to get up and push down on it, hard. He looks at you and sits back down.
You slowly look back over at his terrified face, you take your other hand and gently place it on the side of his right cheek, stroking it gently a few times, and looking at him softly.
"No. I'm glad you did. I'm just… I'm just trying to wrap my head around this all… that's all. I never would have guessed that you would think of me that way, of all the people you could have…" You trail off, looking down and biting your lip.
"I'm glad you told me, Daryl. I think it is really sweet." You say and lean in to place an innocent kiss on his cheek, rubbing your thumb on his cheek as you do. You slowly retract your lips and he stares at you with something that looked a whole lot like love and admiration.
"I only want you. I can treat you better than he ever did…" Daryl stares at you, feeling more brave after feeling your lips on his face.
You smile and pull his face back toward you, this time aiming for his lips. You slowly pressed your lips on top of his, gently sucking his top lip into yours, before sliding your tongue along his bottom lip. You feel him moan a little and his lips part slightly. You look at him and he has his eyes closed, in pure bliss.
You press your lips into his again, this time sliding your tongue into his mouth slightly licking his tongue, you feel his tongue dart out at yours in response, you go in again, swirling around his tongue as he does the same to yours. He is a great kisser for someone so shy. You thought to yourself and you swirled your tongues around each other, more passionately with every pass. You suddenly felt electricity run through your body, as your kisses deepened, something you had not felt for a long time. You moan a little into him as you harshly suck on his tongue before beginning to swirl around it again. He growls a little, causing vibration to run through your mouth and all through your body. You felt yourself getting hot and bothered, in the best way.
Daryl begins to take charge and puts both hands onto the sides of your face as you continue to kiss each other passionately. His body begins to lean into yours and your body slowly lies back on the couch in response. He adjusts with you and suddenly you are lying on your back with your head on the arm rest of the couch, you slowly try and begin to stretch your legs out to lay them flush with the couch. He notices and stands up a little, never breaking his lips away from yours. Once you have your legs in place, he positions on of his knees on the inside of the couch, against the back of it and the other on the other side of your legs, he is straddling you, but not touching, except for your mouths as they devour each other.
He moans into you again as you swirl your tongues around each other, sucking and licking faster and faster. He breaks his lips away from you and uses one hand to slightly turn your head to the side, exposing your neck. You bury your face into the side of the couch, with your eyes closed in ecstasy. Daryl's lips land softly on the side of your neck, slowly beginning to suck and swirl his tongue up and down your skin.
"Mmmm." You moan softly to yourself, loving the feeling of his tongue on your body. He licks his way up to the spot behind your ear and sucking on it lightly, before beginning to swirl his tongue faster and harder into your skin. He takes your earlobe into his mouth, grazing his tongue across it, flicking it from side to side.
"Oh God, Daryl!" You cry out and he smirks a little into your ear. He breathes heavily into your ear and moves back down your neck, to your collarbone, he harshly takes it in as the begin to writhe under him in response.
You grab his sides and tug on his vest a little, before moving your hands underneath the open fabric and resting your hands on either side of him, loving the feel of his bare skin on your fingertips. You begin to rub him up and down, feverishly, as he sucks on your neck, moving from one side to the other. You move your head in compliance, to allow his tongue to travel wherever it wanted. It felt so damn good on your skin.
Your hands grow more anxious and you move them from his sides, up his bare, muscular chest, and up to his shoulders, where they are forced to stop because of the shoulders of his vest. You open your eyes and look up with a whimper. You use your hands, under the shoulders of his vest and gently begin to push it upward, pushing it over his shoulders and down his huge arms. He slowly lifts one arm off the couch to allow you to pull the vest out of it, followed by the other, never removing his lips for your body. You sigh in relief as you throw the vest to the ground, caressing his bare, broad shoulders and up and down his back.
He groans at your touch and breaks contact with you, raising his head back up to look you in the eyes, he smiles and crashes his lips back onto yours, you moan in pleasure at how hard he kissed you now. You passionately respond, grabbing his face harshly, trying to pull him into your mouth even harder.
You feel his body lower and press against yours, feeling how hard he was as his cock rubbed slightly into the bottom of your stomach. You felt yourself get wet the moment you felt his cock press against you. Your hand reaches down, on its own accord, and slightly begins rubbing his dick, from outside his jeans.
"Fuck!" He breaks contact with your lips and cries out as your hand rubs his cock, with just enough pressure to make him almost come undone right there. You try to open your legs to him, which was futile as he had you pinned on the small couch.
He noticed you trying to lift your legs to him and stares down at you with low, lustful eyes.
He stands up, shirtless, his bare chest glowing in the candlelight. You look up at him with a whimper of sadness, making him smirk and his eyes dance with excitement.
"Come on." He says, holding his hand out to you. You take it breathlessly as he pulls you up off of the couch. He walks around the living room, with your hand in his, blowing out candles as he does. He takes one of the bigger candles that is still lit and hands it to you, he takes another that is still lit, glancing around the room making sure he had blown out all of the others. He holds the candle in one hand and your hand in the other. He strides out of the living room, pulling you behind him. You hold onto his hand and smile as he pulls you down the hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom, the candlelight illuminating your path.
Once in his room, he shuts and locks the door, dropping your hand for a moment and taking the candle that you held from you. He walks over to the right side of his room where his bed is, along with a night side table on both sides. He walks to one side of the bed and places one candle in the middle, walks over to the other side and places the other candle on the opposite stand. He walks over to the window facing the bed and draws the dark curtains into place, completely covering the window.
He strides back over to you, who stands with your back against the door, watching his gorgeous figure in the flickering light. You bite your lip a little in anticipation, you had no idea how this happened, but you couldn't deny that you were so ready for him to be all over you again. Luke had never made you feel half this good.
He wraps his arms around you, crashing his lips back into yours, and slamming you into the door behind you. You moan out in pleasure. You feel his arms move down your back, to your ass, as he grabs both cheeks with this big, rough hands, and pulls you into him. His lips move back down to your neck as he pulls your ass into him, suddenly he lifts you up and pulls you away from the door. You wrap your legs around his waist in response. He moves his lips back onto yours and you rest your hands on the sides of his hair, massaging his hair as you shove your tongue around his over and over.
He keeps his hands on your ass, firmly massaging it, as he twirls you both around and starts to walk you over to the bed. You feel yourself fall over into the soft mattress, as his body pushes you both down. He presses his body into you harder now, with his lips on yours. His hands begin to move from your ass, to up your back, dipping his rough hands under the fabric of your shirt, you lift your body into his in response. His hands roughly massage your lower back before making their way up to your bra clasp, he opens his eyes while still devouring your mouth, seeing you smile in reaction. You feel his thumbs play with the tiny pieces of metal, as he finally unclips them and your bra springs apart under your shirt. He gently massages your back where the clasp used to be, and slowly begins to trace on of his hands from your back, to your side, before venturing to the front of your stomach, slowly making their way up and underneath your loosened bra. His finger traces the bottom of your left breast ever so slightly a few times, causing goosebumps and your nipples to hard.
You break contact with his mouth, shooting your head back, "Touch me!" You cry out and he obliges, roughly taking the breast into his big hand, cupping and massaging it in a deep circular motion. You continue to cry out to him, your body writhing up into his hand. You feel his hand begin to flick your nipple in between his fingers and you cry out again, "Oh God, Yes!" Causing him to growl like an animal into your mouth, looking at you with pure desire.
You feel his other hand come around your other side and dip under your other bra cup and begin to massage your right breasts, flipping your nipples around, and roughly massaging them over and over as you cried out for more.
He slowly moved both hands down your stomach, removing his hands from you and breaking his kiss. You snap your head up to him, looking at him with questioning eyes.
His eyes peered down at you, still lustfully, but you now see a hint of concern in them. You stare at him awaiting whatever was next. He breathes heavily over you and looks into your eyes, softly.
"I really want you, YN." He says and you nod, trying to pull him back into your lips, he uses his hand to push you back down again, softly. You look into his eyes again, your whole body aching for every part of him.
"But, I don't want you to do this just because you are upset. So if that is all this is, then-" Before he can finish his thought, you reach your hand up and push the wild hair away from his eyes, looking into them seriously.
"That is not what this is, Daryl. I want you. I've never felt this good, ever! Please don't stop." You say, lovingly looking into his eyes. He stares down at you, still a little unsure. You arch up into him involuntarily, all the while staring at him with pleading eyes. He nods and smiles down at you, you smile in response. He dips down toward you again, crashing his lips onto yours again.
You smile into his lips and pull his shoulders toward you with all your might, pulling him so close your teeth clink together with the sudden motion. You moan and he chuckles at the sensation. You harshly swirl your tongue around him over and over again, and his hands return to the bottom of your shirt. His fingers trace your bare stomach underneath it a few times, and you feel his hands begin to pull the fabric up, over your stomach, he breaks away from your lips, sitting up, straddling you, and gently pulls up the fabric, all the while his fingers tracing up your body. You lean up and help him by raising your arms over your head, he slowly pulls the shirt off of you and throws it to the ground. You pull your arms out of your bra straps and throw it to the floor, mimicking his actions. You stare at him as he takes your naked breasts in, he licks his lips and moans lowly as he slides his hips down a little and slowly moves his chest up your core, to your stomach, where he lays on you, putting pressure on all the right places, his stomach breathes into your pussy, which you were pretty sure was soaked through and through already.
He breathes heavily into you as he slowly descends his mouth onto your right breast, licking and swirling around it, using his other hand to massage your left breast, flicking and twirling your nipple with his tongue on one side and with his fingers on the other. Your legs open wider as your head shoots back in pleasure.
"Yes! Oh God, Yes!" You cried out massaging his hair pushing his head into your skin deeper, he slowly bites down on it and your cry out again, arching your hips into him. He kisses his way across your sternum and reaches the other breasts and begins to suck and swirl on that one, massaging your other one with his other hand.
"Oh my god, Daryl, I am so wet. I need you!" You cry out, massaging his hair and pulling it a little, from above.
He breaks his kiss from your skin and props up on both of his elbows, his lips still inches from your skin. You look down at him pleading with your eyes and he smirks a little, licking his lips. He turns his attention back to your skin, kissing your breast a few more times roughly, before licking and sucking his way down your stomach, across your belly button, until he is sucking on the soft skin that is touching the waistline of your pants. He looks up and sees your shaking your head back and forth in pleasure, eyes closed and biting your lip. He smiles to himself, he loved the way he made you lose control. He took his tongue, moving it over to the side of your hip, and slid it down slightly underneath your pants, dragging it slowly from your hip, across your stomach, to your other hip. He kissed and sucked the side of your hip when he was done with the trek.
"Oh Fuck!" You moan in pleasure and the sensation of his tongue so close to your core
He moves his fingers over to the middle of your waistline, and plays with the button as you writhe underneath him in anticipation.
"Hold still." He says in a low chuckle, kissing you under your belly button again.
He breaks the button loose and slowly undoes your zipper. He sits back up and scoots off the bed and pulls your legs down and closed. He pulls your boots off, along with your socks, and then begins to tug at your pant legs, ripping them off of you and throwing them behind him. He pushes both legs back up, using your feet and pushes them apart again. He stares down in disbelief at your white panties that are completely soaked and dripping wet.
"Fuck." He says to himself and licks his lips. He kneels back onto the bed, positioning himself between your inviting legs, and puts on leg on his shoulder, he kisses and sucks his way down your leg, to your thigh, and over to your pussy, he lightly sucks just above your clit, making you moan out in failed anticipation. He crosses your core and begins to kiss and suck up your other thigh, and down your other leg. He grabs both your legs by your ankles, putting them both in this left hand and raising them straight into the air. His right hands grazes down your right leg, softly, landing on your right ass cheek. He grabs your ass a little over your panties and then roughly begins to tug at the fabric. He pulls it free from your right ass cheek. You lift yourself up with your hands, pushing your ass of the bed as he slides over and pulls the fabric roughly off the other cheek, sliding them up and over both your legs and ankles, throwing them behind him. He looks again at your ass and grabs it, hard.
"Fuck, Yes!" You cry out at the sensation. He grabs it harshly again, smacking it a little. You cry out again in response.
He smiles to himself before pulling your leg apart again, pulling one back over his hand to rest on his shoulder again. You lower your ass back to the bed, allowing him to part your legs.
He looks down at your wet pussy and growls like an animal, liking his lips.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard, baby." He says, not able to break his eyes away from your pussy. He crashes his lips down onto your core, this time aiming directly onto your clit, swirling and sucking gently at first, before picking up his pace.
"Fuck. Daryl! Yes!" You cry out, reaching down to push his head harder into you as he sucks on your clit feverishly. He moans at your reaction, "Mmmm…" causing vibration through your pussy making your almost cum right there. His lips escape your clit and begin to rapidly move up and down your folds, at first teasingly, and then plunging into you wildly. His tongue swirled and darted in and out of you, while you push his head into you, forcing his tongue to fuck you as hard as it could. He moved back up to your clit and began swirling around it again. You feel his hand graze down the backside of your thigh, squeeze your ass again, before making its way to the inside of your leg and to your pussy.
He shoves two fingers into you, hard. You arch up, pressing his head to your clit harder. "Yes!" You cry out again to him, as he hits your clit just right. He pumps into you over and over with his fingers as your hips arch up to match his rhythm, only to be met with even more intense pressure from his mouth on your clit, as you continue to push down on him. You arch up and down as he pumps into you, he pushes three fingers inside of you and continues to thrust them into your pussy.
"Oh my God, Yes! Right there! Just like that!" You cry out, pushing his head so hard into you, you thought you may be hurting him, but it felt so good. He pumps harder and harder, as you push his swirling tongue into you, he flicks your clit and pumps his fingers in and out rougher and shorter. You feel him flick your clit over and over, again and again and can't take it anymore. You press him into you a few more times, as he pumps his fingers into you, and cum all over his fingers.
"Fuuuucckk…. Yessss!" You cry out as you climax, long and hard, still pressing him into you as you hit your high.
You drop your hand, once your senses return. He removes his fingers and lowers his tongue, sticking it inside your pussy, taking long deep strides up it several times, lapping your cum into his mouth. You groan I pleasure, as your legs playfully move from side to side, around his head. You bring your hands up to your breasts and massage them a little, feeling the last bit of your orgasm prolonged.
"Oh God, Daryl! That felt so damn good!" You cry out in happiness as he laps the last of your cum up.
His lips retreat your pussy and he looks up at you playing with your breasts, eyes closed.
"Mm!" He says aroused, placing a long hard kiss under your navel again, smacking the side of your ass.
"Damn Y/N! You like that?" He asks and you look down at him playfully nodding and biting your lip.
You slowly graze the leg that is over his shoulder, down to his back, rubbing your heel up and down it suggestively. He looks at you with dark eyes and groans a little.
"I want you… inside of me." You say in a commanding voice, startling even yourself. He smirks a little in surprise and smacks the side of your ass again, grabbing it for a moment, before smiling up at you and scooting off the bed. He stares into your eyes, never taking his off of yours as he stands up at the foot of the bed. You watch as he quickly undoes his belt, snapping it a little as he slaps it to the floor, fucking you with his eyes. He kicks off his boots, pulls off his socks, and begins to unbutton his black denim jeans. You see him unzip his pants and roughly tug at the fabric as it falls quickly to the floor. As his pants fall his hard, glistening cock pops out and you moan to yourself in pleasure, taking your breast in your hand again. Fuck. He was so big and so ready to fuck. You thought as you saw his cock was wet around the tip already. You lick your lips and stare at his hard cock. He notices and smirks down at you.
"Hey." He said quickly, causing you to look up into his eyes again. "My eyes are up here." He said laughing a little before beginning to crawl up the bed, toward you, his big, strong arms climbing up you, in between your legs, up past your already aching pussy. He climbed up you until his arms were resting on either side of your head, he slowly, pushed his body down onto you, looking in your eyes, first his cock pressed against your leg, his hips grinding into yours deeply, then his stomach on yours, followed by his chest pressing down onto your breasts, he crashed his tongue into your mouth to devour it again.
He pulled you by the back of your hair slightly, to gain deeper access into your mouth and your moaned into him, your tongues fighting for dominance. He kissed you for a minute, pushing his hip into yours deep and long, you could feel his cock throbbing on your leg, you could feel his juice run slightly down your leg, after each thrust.
You break your kiss and pull his head back by his hair, staring at him.
"Please. I want you to fuck me!" You cry out and he smirks.
Suddenly, he kneels up reaches behind him grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist, he quickly grabs his cock, moaning at his own touch, he was so fucking turned on. And begins to bring his wet tip to your pussy, slightly running it up and down against your folds a few times before pushing himself into you with one long thrust. As does this the entire bed moves up and slams against the wall, your bodies following the motion. He groans and thrusts heavily again, noticing that every time he does this your breasts jump up and down with the motion. He thrusts into you again, long and hard, the bed bumping again.
"Fuck! Yes! Harder!" You cry out in pleasure.
He thrusts into you again and begins to slowly pick up his pace, watching was your breasts bounce up and down and the bed bouncing against the wall.
"Fuck!" He says to himself as he watches himself fuck you.
You writhe up into him, slamming your hips against him, trying to find his rhythm. He grabs your ass on both sides and guides you along with him, slamming into your harder and harder, finding a rhythm that you both enjoyed. You slammed into him and he slammed down at the same time, putting more pressure on your clit with every deep thrust.
"Faster, Baby!" You cry out and he complies, thrusting faster into you, guiding your hips along with his. You can hear the head board slam into the wall over and over, faster and faster, as he thrusts into your harshly, you feel him pick up his pace and grab your hips harder as he licks his lips and pumps into you more and more, hitting your clit hard with every thrust.
"Yes! Right there! Harder baby!" He sees that you are so close to cumming, to he cuts loose and just starts fucking the shit out of you, the hardest you have ever been fucked. He pounds into you, hitting your clit harder and harder and filling your deeper and deeper, as he speeds his pace up. The bed sounds like it is going to break.
"Oh fuck, baby! I'm going to come." You hear him say as he fucks you fast and hard.
He pumps into you short and hard a few more times and you feel yourself explode.
"Oh…My… God!!! Fuck! Oh Yes!" You cry out, grinding your hips deeply into his as you climax so hard, you grind up into him putting as much pressure on your clit with his hip as you can, cumming for what seemed like minutes. "Yes!!" You scream out.
"Fuck!" He cries out feeling you cum, he thrusts shorter and faster over and over into you, slamming into you the hardest he has yet, and you feel him explode inside of you.
"Fuck! Yeah!!" He cries out as he cums inside of you, thrusting a few more times to get all the pleasure he can out of you. You moan in pleasure as you feel him pump into you harshly as he cums and rides his climax out. You reach down and massage your clit, doing the same. Both of you moan out at each other and the bed continues to squeak.
He thrusts into you shortly a few more times, "Damn, Girl…" He growls as he exists you and falls exhaustedly onto your body, resting his head on the side of your neck, you move your head to allow him to do so. You are both sticky with sweat and your hearts are pounding with adrenaline. You stroke his back with your fingertip, feeling nothing but blissful pleasure. He lifts his head up to slowly kiss your neck once more before snuggling into it again, trying to regain his breath.
You couldn't believe the amount of pleasure you had just felt, you had never experienced anything like it before. You sigh happily and kiss him on the top of his head slowly.
Once his heart beat steadied, he looks into your eyes, slightly tracing your arm with his fingertips, causing goosebumps again. "You are amazing, Y/N. If you want me to, I'll treat you like that every day of your life." He said, smiling contently at you.
You look down at him happily and grin. "I definitely want you… and only you to." You say and he brings his mouth up to kiss you passionately once more, pulling you deeply into his mouth. You moan at the feeling of him, at everything about him.
He lets you go and rolls over onto his back beside you on the bed, outstretching his arm to you. You smile and turn over to lay on his shoulder, wrapping one of your arms over his chest, and one of your legs over his thigh. He tugs a blanket that was haphazardly push to the side, beside you and pulls on it, lifting it over the two of you. He sighs happily at the feel of you laying there next to him.
"I've wanted you for so long Y/N, I'm not ever going to let anything bad happen to you again." He says softly.
You smile and kiss his chest softly, before laying your head back down onto him. You fell asleep smiling that night. And every night after that…


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Sometimes it's important to work for that POT OF GOLD . But other times it's essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down of the RAINBOW.. LOVE THIS!!
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No matter what she does, be it yoga, teaching, or photography, Clare Mulvany radiates energy and optimism. Together with the equally wonderful Kathy Scott, Clare runs The Trailblazery - a collective interested in generating conversations across a wide spectrum of subjects through curated events. The talks and performances have become something of a cult ?happening? across the country, as their carefully crafted projects offer a rare oasis of reflection and sharing. Their popularity it would seem lies in the slow-release and lasting impact these events achieve. We heard people raving about their latest project Rites of Passage at the Fringe Festival, so we chased Clare down to ask her a few quick questions.
Describe Rites of Passage and explain why it was divided into Past, Present and Future? Rites of Passage is an excavation and an exploration. The first night was a look back to our ancient past to unearth our wisdom, the second section was looking into key moments in Irish history which have impacted the development of our national psyche over the last 100 years, and the third part is a prospecting of the future- an ushering in of new ideas and possibilities. This trilogy format felt fitting, marking out each Sunday of the Fringe Festival.
What can we expect from the upcoming Rites of Passage Tourguides to the Future? We are bringing a constellation of voices, visions, perspectives and insights into the fray for Sunday's Tourguides to the Future. We will have speakers from Iceland, Greece, US, Canada, Australia and of course Ireland. We are asking big questions about activism, science, creativity, education, our land, love and hope. We'll have contributions from people ranging in age from 9-80. We'll be enchanted with the voice of Ronan O?Snodaigh. Plus we will have about 100 kids from St. Brigit's School Killester who will be performing with Nina Hynes and a remarkable group of musicians. We suspect there will be some magic in the mix too.
How and why do you think they have impact on people? The Trailblaze nights are an experience - people experience music, performance and live, real and raw insights from some amazing global minds and hearts. Our trailblazers are people who work with integrity and speak from and to that place. Some are familiar voices, but many are not. It is often in the unexpected that the real insights and memories are forged. There is always depth, laughter, spontaneity, sparkling ideas and many people leave they are inspired to move or act in new ways.
What surprised you most about the last two Traliblaze nights? What's stayed with you? There have been many wonderful surprises over the last two events and so much will stay with me. Seeing the faces of 50 kids singing their souls out with Nina Hynes is a memory that will never leave. I nearly exploded with laughter from the comic genius of Eleanor Tiernan. I was in awe of so many of the speakers who eloquently and respectfully shared testimony of their personal experience from trauma to transformation. It felt like listening to living legends when Mamo Mc Donald, Lelia Doolan and Micheal O?Muricheartaigh spoke of the power of dreaming big and when we had grannies dancing in the aisle of The Pepper Canister church to the electric tunes of Daithi. It has been beyond magic and we are so excited about what is still to come
The next Trailblaze night,?Rites of Passage - Tourguides to the future, will take place this Sunday at 6pm in the Exam Hall in Trinity College, Dublin. For more info see here.
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Hawaii pols push for health care funding
By ERIN MILLER
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Hawaii's congressional delegation this week pushed for more support of a measure that would provide funds to train health care providers in rural areas.
At least half the delegation — Sen. Brian Schatz and Rep. Tulsi Gabbard — said they would also support increasing Medicare reimbursement rates for Hawaii doctors. The late Alaska Sen. Ted Stevens secured higher reimbursement rates for his state's doctors, and doctors in Hawaii have long asked for a similar increase here, a recognition of the challenges patients face in seeking care, and the challenges doctors face in providing it in a rural, high cost of living area.
"I have long been a strong advocate for increased Medicare reimbursement rates," Gabbard said in an email response Tuesday. "By instituting these higher rates, we can expand health care access and retain physicians in our rural communities, and follow the model of success seen in Alaska after making this change. I will work to pass legislation that will help address the unique health care needs and challenges of our rural island communities."
Gabbard, during her election bid last fall, said an increase would be appropriate, calling the idea a "no-brainer."
Schatz, in an email Tuesday, said he has voted for legislation to provide funds to reimburse doctors for services.
"Reasonable reimbursement rates under Medicare are a real challenge to access for care," Schatz said. "People in West Hawaii in particular experience extraordinary challenges in accessing even basic care and services. … In the long run, we have to create a system that is more efficient and recognizes the difficulty of providing high quality health care on our neighbor islands."
Sen. Mazie Hirono's office did not respond to a request for comment on increasing Medicare reimbursements, but during her campaign last year, Hirono said she supports increased Medicare and Medicaid reimbursements — not just to Hawaii's doctors, but across the country.
Hirono and Rep. Colleen Hanabusa were the original co-sponsors of the Rural Preventative Health Care Act, which Schatz and Gabbard introduced Senate and House versions of Tuesday. This legislation would fund preventative health care training for students capable of treating the 110,000 Hawaii residents who live in rural areas, the delegates said. The funding is not specifically for doctors — although the congressional delegation focused instead on the lack of physicians in their remarks supporting the measure.
"Access to quality health care is a basic necessity, and one which oftentimes does not exist for those in our underserved rural communities. This bill takes steps to address this urgent problem," Gabbard said, adding Lanai, for example, has no pediatrician or dentist. "In rural areas, medical emergencies have to be airlifted to Honolulu. Women may have to travel to and stay on another island before they give birth in order to ensure a safe delivery. This is unacceptable. People from every island deserve access to the highest quality of health care."
Hirono noted a John A. Burns School of Medicine report that Hawaii has 600 fewer doctors than it needs and faces health care professional shortages in particular on the neighbor islands.
"By encouraging programs that help train health care professionals in our own backyard, we can help tens of thousands of Hawaii residents get better access to preventative care and make our state healthier," Hirono said.
The act will provide students pursuing careers in preventative care with the chance to receive a stipend to attend a community college or institution that serves rural communities, the delegates' staff said. The act will also increase staff support, so these preventative health care training programs become self-reliant.
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Montclair, New Jersey (PressExposure) March 31, 2011 -- PreemieParents.com is a new website that is intended to provide resources for parents of premature babies. The website will include features that will help the parents of premature babies deal with the emotional roller coaster of having a premature baby. The website supports the ideas and messages that are offered in Preemie Parents, 26 Ways to Grow With Your Premature Baby, an inspiring parenting resource published by Sellers Publishing.
PreemieParents.com features include an interactive forum for parents of premature babies. The forum is a key element of the website in that it enables PreemieParents to work toward their goal of creating the largest online community of parents of premature babies. The site also has a resources area, a gift shop and many more sections designed to give support to parents of preemie babies.
Tami Gaines, the author of Preemie Parents, is the mother of four children including 2 premature twins. She has garnered national recognition as an advocate and spokesperson for parents of premature babies. With an MBA from Columbia University, she also has an accomplished background as a marketing and business strategist, trainer and a motivational speaker.
PreemieParents.com will also feature a review area where preemie parents can learn about different products and services that support them during their journey in the neonatal intensive care unit ("NICU").
Reviews like these will be invaluable since products of this kind are so difficult to find.
Prematurity is a worldwide epidemic. Based on reports from the March of Dimes, almost 12.9 million babies are born too soon each year throughout the world. More than half a million babies are born too early in the United States alone. These babies are struggling to survive in one of the hundreds of Neonatal Intensive Care Units that are located throughout the United States.
On August 25, 2009 The New York Times stated that parents of babies that are in the NICU suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder because of the emotional impact of having a premature baby. Usually, this kind of disorder is often associated with "surviving war, car accidents and assault". These parents will benefit the most from joining the community at PreemieParents.com.


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Music Track Title: Manic House - Full Loop
Catalog ID: 571060 ISRC: US5UL1302952
Description: House influenced 88 second loop of beat box, vintage Moog, Prophet and virtual synth patterns. Suggested for club scenes, rave settings, high tech montage, transitions, energy building overture, main theme or end credits. Also for alternative underscore of narration. Key of F minor, 120 beats/min
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Artist or Group: Rick Dickert
Keywords: Synthesizer stripper wasted drugs high electronic city cosmopolitan sex sexy red light district sexual sexuality neon Las Vegas Atlantic City gambling fame jet
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Duration: 1:28 Tempo: Medium BPM: 120
Arrangement: Synth Ensemble
Instruments: Drum Machine, Organ, Synthesizer, Snare drum
Vocal Mix: Instrumental
Moods: Heroic, Hypnotic, Mischievous, Moving, Obsessive, Passionate, Pulsating, Risque, Sexy, Sinister, Smooth, Sneaky, Spirited, Stimulating, Suggestive, Suspenseful, Swaggering, Swirling, Trance, Vibrant
Styles: Commercial / Promo, Corporate, Erotic / Bump 'n Grind, Fashion Show, Flash Animation, Infomercial, Phone On-Hold, Radio Production, Red Carpet, Video Games
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Kennedy in sick-bed attempt to have CAB trial halted
BUSINESSMAN Jim Kennedy has given instructions from his hospital bed for a High Court bid aimed at halting the Criminal Assets Bureau action against his company.
Mr Kennedy underwent further tests yesterday at St Vincent's Hospital in Dublin after being taken ill while in custody at Irishtown garda station in the early hours of Wednesday.
He had flown back to Dublin from his home in Gibraltar to give evidence in the case, in which the CAB is alleging that his company, Jackson Way Properties Ltd(JWPL), was unjustly enriched by the rezoning of lands in Carrickmines, south county Dublin, in 1997.
After attending the first day of the proceedings on Tuesday, the 62-year-old director was arrested by CAB officers shortly afterwards at Arran Quay.
He was detained for questioning about bribery allegations in relation to payments to councillors.
The questioning has been suspended until he is discharged from hospital. The High Court was told yesterday that his discharge was not likely until today at the earliest.
Yesterday, Luan O Braonain SC, for JWPL, told the court he had taken instructions from Mr Kennedy to seek an injunction restraining CAB, or any gardai, from interfering with him in relation to the matters subject to the case, "given that it is in being".
He said Mr Kennedy's legal team would also seek a determination on whether the arrest of Mr Kennedy constituted an interference with the administration of justice. If such a finding was made, an application would be made to dismiss the entire proceedings.
Alternatively, if charges were brought by CAB against Mr Kennedy, an order would be sought, putting a stay on the current proceedings until those charges had been dealt with by the courts.
Mr O Braonain also said they would seek the lifting of a freezing order on 68 acres of the lands involved in the proceedings. CAB had previously obtained an order, preventing their disposal.
Mr Justice Kevin Feeney said he would give permission to JWPL to serve short notice of its injunction application on CAB and said the matter could come back before him today.
In the meantime, he adjourned the main proceedings for mention until today.
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Meet LaQuandra Williams, an attractive, young, hair salon owner whose mother, Alicia Williams, is released from prison after an eight-year prison sentence. Alicia reunites with her ex-boyfriend, Antonio "Tony" Dixon, and realizes that Tony's addictive lifestyle is no longer the life she wants to live and gets involved with Officer John Shelby. Will Alicia allow her demons to interfere with her new-found love and happiness?
LaQuandra meets and falls in love with Antwaine Greene "Ace," a notorious drug dealer whose mind is set on two things: Money and women. LaQuandra tries to find her place in Ace's life, but her quest for his heart is cut short when he is mysteriously killed, leaving Quandra in suspense and anxious to find his murderer. As she pieces together this deadly puzzle, she is confronted with a bare truth that explodes her world into a million tiny pieces.
Quandra's search for truth endangers her life and those she cherishes the most. As the body count rises it is only a matter of time before death comes knocking at Quandra's front door. With Ace dead, who will rescue her from this deadly and cruel world?
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October 17th, 2005, 01:01 PM #1Anyone know how to get direct deposit working at linkshare?
Hi All,
I put in all the neccesary info (I think) and pushed the update button and recieved the you have to enter the two small deposits and click to complete direct deposit verification process- or something like that... But I didn't receive any small deposits and its been about 4 days?... Anyone know what I did wrong? Any help would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks and Love You,
October 17th, 2005, 01:40 PM #2
If I recall, it took close to two weeks to get the deposits. I would give it a little more time.
Lisa~Lisa - Brilliant Mastermind, or Nut? You decide!
October 17th, 2005, 01:56 PM #3
I think it took me almost a month, but I was one of the first. I think they've streamlined the process a bit since then, but I'm not sure. Has anyone successfully signed up for direct deposit recently?
October 17th, 2005, 07:09 PM #4
I got the 2 small deposits and though all was well but never received payment after that. Just gave up & switched back to snail mail.
October 17th, 2005, 08:56 PM #5
It can take 7 to 10 days for you to see the 2 random deposits in your account. Once you see them, please come back to the Payment Information area of your account to enter and verify the amounts. Once that is done, you're enabled for direct deposit. In the meantime, you'll continue to receive your payments by check.
October 18th, 2005, 10:42 AM #6
Hi All, and thanks for the info. I guess I'll just have to wait awhile... Anticipation- it's making me wait.
Thanks Again and Love You,
October 18th, 2005, 11:43 AM #7
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October 18th, 2005, 05:01 PM #8
Is everyone happy with LS's direct deposit? Are there any kinks left in it? I have been waiting a few months to make sure everything is running fine before signing up.
October 18th, 2005, 10:40 PM #9
I tried to sign up for direct deposit, but kept getting error messages, so gave up. Sounds like it's working better now, so will try again soon.
October 18th, 2005, 10:45 PM #10
I haven't had a single problem with Direct Deposit (other than having to wait several years before it was available). It's great!
October 19th, 2005, 02:21 AM #11
Geeeeeeze I'm still trying to find the silly link to sign up for it. Had it figured out a few weeeks ago but couldn't get into LS. Now that I can (a pain having to open IE just to view Synergy Analytics) I can't find the link to DD anywhere. I've been to the payment section but don't see it and yes, I qualify for it. A very kind LS moderator in here explained it a few weeks ago. I'd be so grateful for another explanation. :-)
October 19th, 2005, 10:07 AM #12
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I haven't had any problems - so far, so good!
October 20th, 2005, 11:28 AM #13Originally Posted by Rexanne
You have to go into Your account to find it... And from what I understand Direct Deposit is only availiable to those that have recieved a check from linkshare (or something like that) so if there's nothing in Your account about DD maybe that's the reason?
Love You,
October 20th, 2005, 01:57 PM #14Direct Deposit Sign Up ProcessRexanne,
To sign up, you can go to the home page of your account and click on "Update Profile" under Your Account. In your profile, scroll down to the "Payment Information" area and, if you've cashed at least one consolidated payment from LinkShare, you should see a link that says "Click here if you would like to change your preferred payment method to Direct Deposit". If you don't see that link and you think you've cashed at least one consolidated payment with us, please PM me with your LinkShare username and email address so I can review your payment reports to confirm.
Once you click on the link to change your payment method, you can follow these steps:
1) Review and accept the direct deposit terms & conditions
3) Enter your bank information
4) Select the Initiate Random Deposit Verification button
5) Return to the Payment Information section of your profile to enter the two random deposit amounts after they appear in your bank account. It could take 7-10 days for them to post to your account. Once the correct amounts are verified, you are enabled for direct deposit.
In the meantime, you will continue to receive you payments via check.
October 20th, 2005, 05:27 PM #15
Thank you Kelli nd Humble Fish - Finally got it!
October 24th, 2005, 07:26 PM #16Another Topic
I'm trying to sign up for LS DD and am a bit confused. It asks for "Bank ID", "Bank Name", and "Dep. Account ID".
I know what Bank Name is. Is the "Bank ID" is my checking account number? Is the "Dep. Account ID" my routing number?
Very confusing terminology.
October 24th, 2005, 07:45 PM #17Originally Posted by seven-link
October 24th, 2005, 07:53 PM #18
October 24th, 2005, 07:54 PM #19Originally Posted by seven-link
October 25th, 2005, 11:36 AM #20
Hi All, just thought I'd give you an update on my DD experience... I'm all set up now: I entered the two small deposit amounts that LS put in my account and LS said I'm good to go... So I guess my problem was that I just wasn't patient enough; if anyone else decides to sign up for DD I'd say that the wait is about 5 to 7 days to get the small deposits so be patient.
Your welcome.
Thanks Everyone for the Help and Love You,
October 25th, 2005, 08:06 PM #21
I got that far (i.e. got the 2 small deps to work) and thought I was set, but never received any payment after that. After multiple letters to Linkshare customer support (the first three were ignored, fourth time lucky), I received a cryptic reply which I finally translated into meaning they were having some problem "verifying my information". I have no clue what the information giving them trouble was - the only information they have about me is my address, name, and taxpayer ID, and it's all correct. That's when I reached the end of my tether and switched back to regular mail (checks arrived a few days later)...
October 25th, 2005, 11:06 PM #22
Don't forget that after you receive the two small deposits, you have to go back to LinkShare and enter the amounts.
October 25th, 2005, 11:44 PM #23Originally Posted by La_Valette
October 26th, 2005, 08:58 AM #24Originally Posted by MichaelColey
October 26th, 2005, 04:06 PM #25
Hi All,
After reading over the posts again I see that it takes from 7 to 10 days to receive the two small deposits instead of 5 to 7 days like I said... Sorry Everyone I guess I wasn't paying attension.
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Mr. GRASSLEY. I come to the floor to discuss the State of our economy and to give suggestions on how to improve it. But before I go to the main purpose of why I came here, I wish to say to the Senator from Maryland that I agree with him. The House of Representatives ought to take up a farm bill. I hope they will, and that is my urging.
I also wish to take advantage of the opportunity to explain a little bit about ethanol and how that works in with the situation he brought up about increasing feed for chickens or any other animals.
This year, farmers planted 96 million acres of corn. There were more acres of corn planted than in any other year since 1938. Most of that is because of the ethanol industry. If we didn't have the ethanol industry, we would normally plant somewhere between 80 and 85 million acres of corn.
Let's assume we never heard of the word ``ethanol'' or the product ethanol, that it didn't even exist, and farmers planted the usual 80 to 85 million acres of corn. Let's also assume we had the same drought we had this year--over about two-thirds of the United States--and the corn crop is going to be reduced because of it. If we planted 80 to 85 million acres of corn and we had the same drought, we would still have the high price of grain we have right now, but we wouldn't have ethanol to blame for it.
So the marketplace is bringing about the increased production of corn because of feed, fuel, and fiber. We should not be scapegoating ethanol, because if we didn't have ethanol to blame, we wouldn't be planting 95 or 96 million acres of corn. We would be planting about 80 to 85 million acres of corn and we would still have the same high price and the same problem for the poultry producers.
Now to the point that I came to the Senate floor. We all recognize our Nation faces challenging times. We have had years with unemployment at unacceptable levels and anemic economic growth that shows no sign of lifting us out of the situation. Meanwhile, rampant government spending, which we were promised would jump-start the economy and create jobs, has instead displaced private sector investment and choked off job creation. More and more Americans are starting to doubt that their children and grandchildren will have better opportunities than they had, not to mention the fact that they will be forced to pay for all that spending.
We keep being told by President Obama and members of his party that change is just around the corner. If we just keep doing what we are doing, things will get better. After almost 4 years of failed policy and dashed hopes, that line is wearing thin. Fortunately, our problems are not insurmountable and the solutions are common sense. All that is needed is sufficient leadership to make the tough decisions.
In fact, this is the same situation Great Britain faced in the 1970s. Britain was mired in debt and even had to go to the IMF for a bailout. Successive British Prime Ministers had recognized the looming financial problem for years but failed to get the budget under control. At that time, in the 1970s, Britain was known as the ``sick man of Europe.'' Still, as in this country, interest groups that benefited from public spending threatened to bring down any British Government that even considered measures to control spending.
We see those same forces in the Congress of the United States telling us we can't cut anyplace. In fact, Britain did face massive strikes in the winter of 1978 to 1979, better known as the winter of discontent.
As a result of the inability of several different Prime Ministers to take the difficult steps necessary to turn things around, many pundits started to speculate Britain had become ungovernable. There were even many British politicians who had decided the best they could accomplish was to manage the economic and political decline of Britain. We hear the term in the United States of a ``new norm.'' I hope we aren't getting into that same attitude the British had in the 1970s.
But they had a leader who came along by the name of Margaret Thatcher. She utterly rejected the notion that decline was an option. In fact, she was famous for repeating the phrase: ``There is no alternative.'' So I would like to take those words, ``there is no alternative,'' as a guiding point for us in the Congress, Republican or Democrat, that we have to do something.
``There is no alternative.'' Prime Minister Thatcher meant that control of the policy based on uncontrolled spending had failed. If economic recovery was the goal, the only alternative was the free market.
This meant cutting spending, reducing growth-inhibiting income taxes, and reining in government micromanagement of business--things we hear from the private sector in the United States today.
Despite the hard lessons of experience, the prevailing economic theory of the day still held: that government spending was good for the economy and that government central planners could operate more efficiently than private business left alone.
That is the situation she was describing in Britain. However, for us in the United States, whether it is government or the private sector, it is like asking: Are 535 Members of Congress smarter to determine the direction of the economy or are the 308 million people outside of the Congress in the United States better prepared to do it, and which will do the most good?
Now, Thatcher faced intense opposition both from true believers in the stimulus ideology and from those with a vested interest in the status quo, but having rejected national decline, as she did, as an option, there really was no alternative. She explained to the British public why her course of action was necessary and stood up to the special interests that stood in the way of prosperity. We hear from our constituents we ought to do something about those special interests, but we don't seem to do much about it.
When the media began speculating she would fail to follow through and that she would lose her spine and make a U-turn as so many of her predecessors had done, Mrs. Thatcher's response was: ``You turn if you want to ..... The lady's not for turning.''
What Prime Minister Thatcher provided for Britain is very simple: Leadership. That is what the United States needs today.
Most Americans I talk to believe in our opportunity society and refuse to accept that the American dream of a better life for our children is dead or that there is a new norm or that America is in decline. For those of us who feel that way, restoring the dynamic American free market economy is essential. In the words of Margaret Thatcher, there is no alternative. We must reduce spending. There is no alternative. We must have low, simple, and stable taxes. There is no alternative. And there is no alternative to reducing and reforming the growing regulatory burden.
During the last 3 1/2 years, the national debt has grown by more than $5 trillion--an increase of 50 percent. This year will be the fourth consecutive year with trillion-dollar annual deficits. These deficits and a Federal debt that now totals $16 trillion are, in fact, dampers on private sector job creation.
When Washington takes and spends the wealth created in the private sector, it crowds out new investments that would have been made by businesses and entrepreneurs, investments that would have resulted in the creation of new wealth and job opportunities for more Americans. The out-of-control spending has created a stagnant economy with unemployment stuck above 8 percent now for 42 consecutive months.
Economic freedom must replace bigger government. Economic growth must be our top priority, and fiscal discipline in Washington is a prerequisite to sustainable economic growth. In the words of Prime Minister Thatcher, there is no alternative.
The 4-year experiment attempting to increase economic prosperity by growing government and managing the economy through government intervention has failed. To address the anemic economic recovery and get America back to work, we must reduce the size and scope of the Federal Government. In the words of Prime Minister Thatcher, there is no alternative.
Again, our Nation is $16 trillion in debt. How much is $16 trillion? Well, if we started counting to 16 trillion one second at a time, it would take a person over 500,000 years to reach that level.
The Federal Government will spend more than $11 trillion just on Medicare and Medicaid over the next 10 years. Medicare and Medicaid serve a vital role in providing health care services to individuals who are poor, elderly, or disabled. But just because those programs have operated a certain way for 47 years doesn't mean they operate efficiently, even though we all agree they are part of the social fabric of America and must be maintained. If we want to save those programs for future generations, the current path of just saying no to every proposal and every special interest is not an option. In the words of Prime Minister Thatcher, there is no alternative. There is no alternative but to look at their very structure and ask the question: Can we do better?
As we begin to take the steps to pull ourselves out of this fiscal mess, we also need to reform how Washington does business so we don't find ourselves in this situation again. One major step that could produce long-term fiscal discipline is a balanced budget amendment, but if we passed that today it would not get us out of the hole we are in. However, once we get out of the hole, it is going to keep us from getting into it again.
The national debt now is reaching a point where if we do not intervene with a constitutional amendment for a balanced budget, it is going to become unsustainable. Mere laws have not controlled deficit spending because Congress can always change a law when it becomes politically expedient. I went through this one time because I was an author with a former Senator in this body by the name of Harry Byrd from the State of Virginia, not West Virginia. He and I worked together when I was a Member of the House. We got legislation passed requiring a balanced budget. For 15 years that law was on the books and never in those 15 years was there ever a balanced budget.
So it makes it very clear that statutes will not control deficit spending. I concluded a long time ago that a constitutional amendment is a ``must'' to provide Congress with necessary discipline. The example right now of Europe's debt situation is sobering. Nations that allow debt to grow out of control risk default.
Think of Greece as an example. If we do not take effective, corrective action, the European future could be ours, and maybe sooner than we think. The time for tinkering around the edges of the budget is over. We must take bold action to address the debt crisis before it is too late. In the words of Prime Minister Thatcher, there is no alternative.
Another area crying out for decisive action is our voluminous Tax Code. Uncertainty in our Tax Code and the threat of higher taxes is like an anchor preventing our economy from setting sail. At the end of the year, the across-the-board tax relief first enacted in 2001 and 2003
will expire. Its expiration will lead to a higher tax bill for virtually every taxpayer, representing one of the largest tax increases in the history of the country, and, as my colleagues know, that can happen without even a vote of Congress. Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke has testified about the negative impact of higher taxes on a fragile economy.
More importantly, I hear from employers that uncertainty about the future makes it difficult to plan, take risks, and make decisions to expand and hire. Tax certainty must be a priority in creating a progrowth environment. In the words of Prime Minister Thatcher, there is no alternative.
Even President Obama has acknowledged the negative impact of tax increases on economic growth saying we shouldn't raise taxes in a recession. We remember because he campaigned on tax increases in 2008, but before he was even sworn in he warned people we can't have that tax increase now because we are in a recession. Nevertheless, nearly every day our President is on the campaign trail in 2012 talking about tax increases on the so-called rich claiming them to pay their fair share. But I have never had a definition from the President of the United States of what a fair share is.
However, the so-called rich already pay the overwhelming majority of Federal taxes. Do my colleagues know that the top 20 percent of households currently account for 95 percent of Federal income taxes? Moreover, the top 1 percent we hear so much about bears nearly 40 percent of the Federal income tax burden. It is no wonder our job sector, especially the nearly 1 million small businesses targeted by the President's tax increase, are reluctant to make business decisions and invest in this climate when taxes are going to go so high at the end of this year. There are businesses ready to expand and create jobs. There are millions of dollars in private sector investment waiting to be invested and to create jobs. But businesses are holding back, waiting for the heavy boot of higher taxes to drop. It is time we replaced divisiveness and demagoguery with a progrowth tax policy.
This country does not need more taxes; we need more taxpayers. The way to get more taxpayers is to get more people working. The way to get more people working is to encourage that investment. We need to take the uncertainty out of the present political environment here that has an impact on the economy.
When businesses and entrepreneurs are willing to put everything on the line by opening a new business or expanding an existing business, we must assure them that they will be able to enjoy the fruits of their success, not punish them with a higher tax bill which takes money out of their cashflow. When a business operates on cashflow, they cannot hire people if they don't have the cash.
So we must act decisively to stop job-killing taxes from going up. In the words of Prime Minister Thatcher, there is no alternative.
It isn't just the threat, though, of taxes that has caused uncertainty and held back private sector investment. The threat of costly new regulations has paralyzed many industries. In fact, I hear more complaints from small businesses about regulation than I do this biggest tax increase in the history of the country coming before us this December.
During the past few years, thousands of new Federal rules were finalized. Those who view government intervention into private enterprise as positive might say: So what.
All of these rules come with real costs. This administration has issued about 200 major rules that each have an impact of $100 million or more. A Gallup poll taken at the end of last year found that compliance with government regulations is the single biggest issue facing small business owners today. When 70 percent of the new jobs in America are created by small business, we ought to be concerned about what these small businesspeople are saying is their No. 1 problem.
On top of the outright cost of new regulation and the compliance burden, the uncertainty about when a new regulation might come down makes businesses reluctant to expand. In recent years we have seen regulation on top of regulation. No one knows when the next one will appear or how much it will cost.
During the Great Depression, the avalanche of new agencies with newfound regulatory powers led to businesses sitting on large amounts of cash, even in industries that were not yet affected by the new regulations because the uncertainty about who would be targeted next froze private sector investment. Now we are seeing pretty much the same thing today.
It would be one thing if these were essential protections for the environment or public health as proponents often claim, but for many of these new regulations the cost of compliance outweighs the public benefit.
It doesn't make any sense to try to regulate dust on farms when there is no practical way to stop the wind blowing. Still, I don't know how many years the EPA has been working on what they call a ``fugitive dust rule.'' Does it make any sense to make a dairy farmer fill out pages of documents to prove they have a plan in place in the case of an accidental milk spill?
Well, they considered that regulation, but it was too outlandish that they made a public announcement they were not going to do that. Then why was EPA wasting time considering these regulations in the first place? There are legitimate forms of pollution that need attention, but even then the EPA seems intent on overkill.
Did the Utility MACT rule, which was intended to limit mercury emissions from powerplants, really need to be the single most expensive regulation in EPA history?
In addition to this rule, powerplants that rely on coal, like most of those in my State of Iowa, are facing a whole new string of overlapping rules with their own compliance deadlines and paperwork.
These include the Cross-State Air Pollution Rule, the National Ambient Air Quality Standards, regulation of greenhouse gas emissions, cooling water intake regulations, clean water effluent guidelines, and coal ash regulations.
Taken separately, each of these may have some justification, but when you put them all together, the cost and compliance burden is enormous, especially on small utilities.
Yesterday there was a delegation of Iowa rural electric cooperatives in my office explaining exactly how costly this was to them and their consumers.
That leads many people to suspect that the real motivation for this burst of regulation is an ideological drive to artificially raise the cost of electricity generation using coal, which would hurt the economy in places such as Iowa that rely on coal for cost-effective energy. A regulatory approach that imposes excessive costs for little or no benefit does not do anyone any good.
Regulatory agencies should be held accountable for meeting the cost-benefit test and also--a little more difficult to measure--the commonsense test. The deluge of regulations in recent years and the uncertainty--there is that word again: ``uncertainty''--about what is coming next is acting like a wet blanket on our economy. We must put an immediate stop to unnecessary, costly new regulations. In the words of Prime Minister Thatcher, there is no alternative.
In the long run, we need comprehensive regulatory reform. The Constitution vests all legislative powers in the Congress, which is directly accountable to the American people. However, over the years, Congress has delegated more and more authority to unelected and unaccountable bureaucrats. And once delegated, it is difficult to take back. As a result, then, we have a massive administrative state full of well-meaning but unelected government officials who have great power to write regulations with the force of law, with little or no democratic accountability.
This has led to the implementation of major policy decisions that impact the economy and the lives of the American people that likely would never have been approved if they would have had to have been voted on by the Congress.
That is why I am an original cosponsor of the Regulations From the Executive in Need of Scrutiny Act. REINS is the acronym. The REINS Act would require every major Federal regulation to come before both Houses of Congress for a vote and be signed by the President before it can be implemented. This will allow voters to hold their Members of Congress accountable for ill-conceived regulations. It would be a check on the mistake that Congress makes by delegating so much power in the first place. It would also provide more transparency and predictability to the regulatory process, thus reducing job-killing uncertainty.
Reforms such as the REINS Act would be a major change in how Washington does business, and that upsets a lot of apple carts. In the words of Prime Minister Thatcher, there is no alternative.
If we want economic growth and jobs, if we want a brighter future for America, we cannot afford to dither any longer. We need leadership like Britain had under Margaret Thatcher that is willing to tell all the special interests and all the political power players, there is no alternative.
We must take steps I have outlined to reinvigorate the free market economy. Just like Britain in 1979, there is no alternative.
We have tried President Obama's theory on economic stimulus. It was supposed to keep unemployment under 8 percent, and it has never been under 8 percent since the day he signed it. We saw a massive expansion of government and deficit spending as a result. More than $800 billion was spent on a failed economic stimulus bill that was supposed to keep unemployment down. We all know how that turned out.
Government spending in the process has reached unprecedented levels. Today, the size of government--if you combine local, State, and Federal--is 40 percent of our gross domestic product. One hundred years ago, it was 8 percent. If it were true that government spending creates economic growth, then we should be living high off the hog today, but it is not.
The private sector creates jobs. It is the responsibility of the government to merely create an environment that leads to job growth. Remember a very basic premise: Government consumes well. It does not create well. Through economic freedom, entrepreneurs are free to innovate and prosper. This economic success leads to higher standards of living and a better quality of life. Importantly, these gains do not then come at the expense of others. Because, contrary to what some around here would have you believe, when someone produces a product or a service that others want, they are creating new wealth and everyone is better off. But too often around here, we think matters of the economy are a zero-sum game.
One person's prosperity, then, does not come at the expense of another's. In fact, business success and economic growth lift all boats through employment gains, higher wages, and greater value to the consumer.
We sometimes hear it implied that individual success cannot be achieved without government involvement or intervention. Some people seem to believe that an individual's success must come at somebody else being deprived or that the success was only achieved collectively and with the help of government. This line of thinking concludes that government and society is, therefore, entitled to some of the fruits of that individual's labor. This line of thinking is in stark contradiction to our country's founding principles that government exists to protect the individual's right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Happiness is not found in a government paycheck redistributing what somebody else earned. In fact, government dependence leads to resentment.
By contrast, this great American dream of ours is based on individual Americans working hard and earning their own success.
A country with an increasing number of citizens dependent on a government that lives beyond its means and redistributes what remains of a once great economy would, then, cease to be the great America that we have had for 225 years. Such a future is unacceptable to most Americans, just as it was unacceptable to Prime Minister Thatcher, who said, there is no alternative.
The American dream is our birthright and our obligation to posterity. We must return to progrowth policies and an opportunity society. There is no alternative.
I yield the floor.
Source: http://thomas.loc.gov