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Cover art copyright 2020 by Lorenzo Marks
The Principal's Wife
© 2020 by Lorenzo Marks. All rights reserved. Not for sale.
For the first time in the three years that she had been teaching at Winston-Radcliffe High, Mrs. Caroline Lambert found herself physically incapable of opening the door to her home classroom. She still couldn't believe the absurd situation she had managed to get herself into, although given the added risks she had been running recently, it was hardly surprising that she had finally been found out.
Lord knew, she had tried to find a remedy – psychiatry, drugs, even hypnotherapy – but nothing had worked. For most of her life, she had been a slave to this horrible compulsive disorder, and it had only been by the grace of God that she had managed to avoid exposure all this time – until now, that is.
She was still unsure of how that hateful little man Mike Kettle, the gym teacher, had managed to catch her stealing from the teachers' locker room on film, but the e-mail he had sent her was as damning as it was terrifying. Her initial reaction had been to sit it out and deny any wrongdoing, but closer inspection of the images clearly showed the items in question being removed from a fellow teacher's locker. Stupid, insignificant things that Caroline had absolutely no need for – cosmetics, a book, a fold-up umbrella, pocket change. It had been Caroline's second excursion into the staff locker room – she had previously kept her compulsion outside of the workplace – and although there had been no formal complaints, her first victim must have mentioned something, which might explain why Kettle had put the hidden camera there.
What had unsettled her as much as the shocking and unexpected e-mail, was his puzzling and troubling proposal. He had suggested a face to face meeting if she wanted to keep her crime a secret – unfortunately that was a no-brainer, given her high station in the local community – and when they had met up at an out-of-town cafe, he had been quite blunt in presenting his plan. After allowing Caroline to squirm and plead for a few minutes, he had agreed that their little secret would remain just between them, with one caveat – she was to report to her home room every Saturday afternoon for 'detention'.
He hadn't even given her time to think about it! A simple yes or no on the spot, and if her answer was the latter, then the photographs would be sent to her husband – who just happened to be the school's principal! The resulting scandal would have been unthinkable. Caroline was a highly respected member of the community. She organized several church fund-raising events each year, she was a committee member on the local women's society, and had even been the recipient of an award from City Hall for her charity work for the homeless. Not to mention the fact that her husband's social circle included judges, priests, wealthy captains of industry, and local politicians. No, for Mrs. Caroline Lambert, mother, educator, and all round pillar of society to be shamed publicly as a common thief was simply not an option!
So as much as it galled her to have to give in to the common little man's demands, here she was on a quiet Saturday afternoon in the deserted school, reporting for detention, as Mike Kettle had disconcertingly put it.
She wasn't sure if she was supposed to knock – the idea struck her as ridiculous – so instead, she placed her ear against the door. She couldn't hear anything, and peering through the frosted glass panel, it was impossible to tell if anybody was inside. For a moment, her heart-rate slowed at the possibility that he had just been toying with her. She checked her Bulgari wristwatch – an expensive anniversary present – and saw that it was actually three minutes past the arranged meeting time.
It was possible of course, that Kettle was sitting quietly inside, and mindful of the catastrophic fallout should he follow through with his threat, Caroline took a deep breath and turned the door handle. Cautiously putting her head around the half-open door, she scanned the empty classroom. Her desk on the far right in front of the blackboard and national flag, was empty, as were the rows of desks facing it.
With a sigh of relief, Caroline was just about to close the door and leave, when Kettle popped out from behind the door. "Hi, there! I'm glad you finally worked up the courage to come in!"
"Oh!" Caroline started, putting a hand up to her chest.
"Did I surprise you?" Kettle grinned. "Well you'd better get used to that. Come on inside and lock the door behind you."
For safety reasons, the classroom door could not be locked from the outside, but there was a deadbolt on the inside. As she turned it, Caroline felt a knot of foreboding in her stomach. Following him over towards her desk, she also noticed that the blinds had been pulled down on all of the windows. What could he possibly have in mind that would require such privacy?
In fact, that question had been tumbling around in her mind ever since her unwanted meeting with Kettle. He had told her she would have to serve a series of Saturday 'detentions' until he was satisfied that she was sufficiently punished, but he hadn't gone into any details. Caroline had supervised countless detentions during her career, and for the most part they had involved extra study sessions, or long boring hours of just sitting. Was that what he had planned for her? Somehow she didn't think so.
Kettle had already seated himself behind her desk, and Caroline found herself in the unaccustomed and somewhat belittling position of having to stand before him rather like a naughty schoolgirl. The only other option would be to sit at one of the students' desks, but that would present an even more deferential picture, so she stayed where she was while the despicable little man studied her with an impudent grin on his face.
He seemed to be enjoying the moment, allowing his eyes to rove up and down her body, and she shifted uncomfortably. Totally in the dark as to what she might have to expect, Caroline had dressed in her usual summer outdoor style – a light floral dress pulled in at the waist with a matching belt, light brown tights, sensible flat shoes, and her customary string of pearls around her neck.
She could only guess as to why Kettle was examining her so intently, but to break the tension, she said, "So what exactly do you want from me?"
"Hmm," Kettle grinned, tapping his chin. "What indeed? What could you possibly have that I want, huh?"
His cryptic response was as irritating as it was worrying, and Caroline snapped, "Look, I've come all the way out here as you asked, so you could at least have the decency to let me know why I am here!"
Her haughty approached didn't seem to bother him and instead of answering her question, he said, "How old are you, Caroline?"
Bridling at this unexpected overfamiliarity, Caroline said, "What has that to do with anything?"
"Well, it's just that I've always imagined that you are hiding a rather curvaceous – if a little generous – figure under those frumpy frocks you like to wear."
The sudden tangent this conversation had embarked upon took Caroline completely unawares. "How dare you talk to me like that!"
"Come now, it was a compliment!" Kettle chuckled. "For a woman of somewhat mature years, I actually think you are quite a looker."
To her chagrin, Caroline felt herself coloring up. "I-I… who do you think you are talking to?" she blustered.
"A rather pompous woman, who, if I have read the situation correctly, finds herself in a very precarious situation at the moment," Kettle said, with a nod towards a nearby computer.
The reminder had its effect and Caroline willed herself to calm down. Whatever this vulgar man had in mind would have to be weighed up against the terrible alternatives, because there was no escaping the fact that right now he had the power to destroy her life!
"Well, yes," Caroline said, clearing her throat. "And I did express my gratitude for your silence in that matter. But I ask you again, what exactly do you want in return?"
His greedy, leering eyes, combined with his recent inappropriate comment should have provided Caroline with a clue as to what was coming next, but even though she was an intelligent woman, the prospect of any improper conduct between them was far too outlandish for her to accept.
"Okay," Kettle, said, placing his hands flat on the desktop. "I'll give it to you in simple terms. As I told you over coffee, your little secret is safe with me. But naughty girls deserve to be punished, don't they? As a teacher, I'm sure you'll agree. So during your weekly detention periods, I'm going to do just that – punish you."
Caroline's head began to swim as the unthinkable started to come into focus.
"P-Punish? How?"
"Oh, I'll be thinking up a whole variety of ways over the coming months – and I think you'll find that I can be very imaginative!"
Quite a looker? Curvaceous? Imaginative?
With a sudden twist of dread in her stomach, Caroline could no longer deny the implications of these menacing words. Although she had tried to dismiss it as too outrageous to actually ever become a reality, that nightmare was now in danger of coming true!
"Are you saying that you want to have... relations with me?"
"Relations!" Kettle chuckled annoyingly. "You really are a stuck-up cow, aren't you? Well, it's going to be a little more inventive than that, but yes, you're on the right track finally. I thought you'd never get there. Why did you think I didn't just ask you for money in return for my silence? I want to play with you every week. You are going to have to submit to my every desire, or face the consequences. That means you are going to have to climb down off that lofty perch and become my obedient little sex toy. Here in the deserted school, you will allow me to live out my fantasies, and in return you can go back to your snobbish lifestyle for the other six days of the week, without fear of exposure. It's your choice – but I warn you now, once you have committed yourself to my demands, I will not tolerate any noncompliance on your part. If this becomes too much like hard work, the deal is off, and I will post those images of you stealing all over the internet."
"You... you mean there are going to be more... detentions?"
"Oh yes," Kettle smiled. "You will commit all of your Saturdays to me from now on."
Caroline realized that in addition to the fire in her cheeks, she was breathing heavily and perspiring somewhat profusely. "For how long?"
Kettle shrugged. "Who knows? A month? Six months? A year? Maybe more. Until I get bored, I guess. The point is, you get to keep your high society lifestyle. So make a decision, and make it now."
Feeling a little faint, Caroline mumbled, "I don't think I can… not with you…"
"Just let me take the lead," Kettle said. "All you have to do is follow my directions – without hesitation or question."
Feverishly, Caroline considered her options. She had not been sexually active with Mr. Lambert for some years now. She was forty-three years old, with two grown up children in college. There had been one or two clumsy advances made upon her at some of the various functions she had attended on her own – middle-aged acquaintances taking advantage of a quiet moment away from prying ears to obliquely express their interest in her – but she had always regarded them with bewildered amusement. Surely the time for romantic adventure had passed? Admittedly, she recognized that she had been quite beautiful in her youth, but coming from a deeply Christian family, she had not been allowed to date until Mr. Lambert – with an equally devout background – had declared his socially acceptable intentions.
And so Caroline had remained physically loyal to one man alone all these years, and she had never had a reason or the desire to stray. He was a decent man, if a little stuffy, and if Caroline were to admit that her marriage had become a little stale over the years, there were the children to think of. Affairs? Divorce? Unthinkable!
But now, Mike Kettle, a colleague whom she had had little prior cause to interact with, was articulating the same unsavory proclivities as her other, considerably more well-heeled, would-be suitors – only this time, she was in no position to rebuff him!
Before answering, she fleetingly considered one other terrifying possibility – that of fronting up and admitting her crimes to her husband, thus negating any hold that Kettle had over her. The thought lasted but a nanosecond because she knew that her upstanding spouse would not be able to live with the shameful publicity, and her marriage and comfortable lifestyle would ultimately be over.
Her mouth dry, and with as much dignity as she could muster Caroline said, "Very well, Mr. Kettle, what exactly would you like me to do?"
Mike hadn't been altogether convinced that Mrs. Lambert would crumble, but having come this far, he had guessed correctly that she was already prepared to do whatever it took to save her reputation.
Now that he had her, it was a question of how quickly he should move things along. At least the naïve bitch had finally cottoned on to the fact that her punishment would be of a sexual nature, and the fact that she hadn't bolted right there and then bode well for the rest of the afternoon. Although there was still a risk that she would have a change of heart and report him to her husband, Mike had a gut feeling that he was treading on continually firmer ground.
Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound!
"As I said just a moment ago, I've always wondered what kind of a figure you've been concealing from us, so why don't you begin by taking off that boring frock?"
Mrs. Lambert's lips parted and she glanced frantically at the covered windows to her left. Her normally pale skin turned pink, and Mike noticed that a little moisture had gathered in her green eyes. After a moment's deliberation, Mrs. Lambert slowly raised her trembling fingers and still looking off to the side, proceeded to pick open the buttons on the front of her frock.
Mike leaned forward as the material parted at the top, giving him a glimpse of her generous cleavage supported by her white brassiere beneath the string of pearls. He followed her fumbling digits down as she finally reached the bottom, but instead of taking it off, she held the two pieces together, still focusing her glistening eyes on the window blinds.
Her mouth had turned down at the corners in a combined expression of misery and disgust, and she really did look as though she was about to cry. My word, Mike thought, how will she react when she sees what I've got in store for her after this?
"Come on, Mrs. Lambert," Mike said, deciding that addressing her formally would heighten the sexual drama that was about to follow. "We haven't got all day. Well actually we have, but I'm getting impatient. Remember what I said? Too much like hard work and the deal is off."
That seemed to snap her out of her inertia, and with an expression of abject desolation on her face, Mrs. Lambert – the school principal's prudish and stuck-up wife! – shrugged the frock off her shoulders and, adding to Mike's enjoyment, carefully folded the garment before setting it on top of an adjacent school desk.
As Mike would have expected from such a prudish woman, she immediately folded her arms across her ample breasts and tucked one knee behind the other. Mike wouldn't have been surprised if he was the only man other than her husband to have seen her in any state of undress. She was probably one of those wives who insisted that marital sex took place only under the bed covers and with the lights out! No, Mrs. Lambert's Rubenesque figure had most likely never been put on display outside of the privacy of her bathroom – but that was all about to change very soon!
"Put your arms down so I can see you properly," he said. "I meant it when I said I wanted to look at your body. And would you also kindly look at me? I don't know what you find so fascinating about those window blinds?"
With a pained expression lining her reddening face, Mrs. Lambert turned her head towards him but still refused to meet his eyes, preferring instead to fix her gaze on the blackboard behind him. Next, almost in slow motion, she unwrapped her arms from her body and brought them hesitantly down to her sides.
Now Mike could finally decide if his suspicions had been correct about her physique – and he wasn't disappointed. Yes, she obviously carried a bit of middle-aged weight, which meant that she was a little thick around the waist, her thighs were on the chunky side, and she had a little belly protruding slightly over the top of her dowdy white briefs, but all the bumps and dips were in the right places. And then there was the delectable sight of her considerable bust, the twin mounds of white flesh veritably shaking with every little movement she made, and looking ready to burst out of her matronly bra!
Holy fuck! I can't wait to unleash those monsters!
Feeling his cock stiffening at the giddy prospect of playing with Mrs. Lambert's udders, Mike said, "Shoes and tights next, and no dawdling this time."
With just the briefest of delays, Mrs. Lambert leaned down, her strawberry blonde hair hanging forward along with her pearls, and her massive jugs swaying in their frumpy harness. Mike could only guess at how embarrassed she must be feeling whilst undressing in her own classroom for him, but that would be nothing compared to the abject humiliation he planned to heap upon her starting real soon!
Mrs. Lambert stepped out of her shoes, and after a certain amount of awkward tugging, pulled off her tights. Her legs were quite shapely, with surprisingly firm thighs and well-chiseled ballet dancer's calves – a feature that Mike thought would be greatly enhanced if he were to force her to parade around in a pair of five-inch heels!
Putting that heady idea on a back-burner, Mike leaned back in his chair and let the poor woman suffer for a few moments. He could see from the anguish in her eyes that she had already descended into a forbidden world of sin just by stripping to her briefs and bra in front of him. Surely she had to be expecting his next two commands, although not necessarily in the order that kinky Mike had planned!
"Right, then," he said, brightly, "let's get you out of those gigantic knickers, eh? My word, you could go camping in those ugly things!"
His insulting banter must have registered with the tormented woman, because for the first time since she had commenced this unwanted striptease, Mrs. Lambert looked at his face. The slightest expression of contempt flickered in her eyes, quickly followed by a mixture of resignation and despair as she must have finally accepted that he was going to make her strip completely naked!
Mike leaned forward, his chin in his hands, as the stricken teacher gripped the waistband of her briefs, and slowly eased them down over her thighs. His first introduction to Mrs. Lambert's most intimate parts was a most generous reddish-brown bush that sprouted free from the top of the descending material. It seemed that the pious lady was not in the habit of trimming herself down there! Inch by delightful inch, Mrs. Lambert's vulva came slowly into view and Mike's erection grew ever harder.
When she had worked her briefs down to her knees, Mrs. Lambert again bent over, allowing Mike another unsparing view of her dangling cleavage. Now Mrs. Lambert was forced to part her knees slightly in order to maneuver her underwear down to her ankles. When it was finally free, she picked the item up between thumb and forefinger, making sure to cover her crotch with her other hand, and dropped it onto the desk beside her.
Such a neat and tidy woman! Mike thought. Even in these most testing of circumstances!
With both hands clasped over her privates, she was inadvertently pushing out her bust with her upper arms, making her fleshy globes stand out even more prominently!
"Still being coy?" Mike said. "Oh well, we'll get there eventually. In the meantime, why don't you give me a nice slow turn, so that I can check out your fat ass?"
There was real hurt in her eyes now, and after having controlled herself so admirably, Mrs. Lambert blurted out, "You pig!"
"I don't know about that," Mike grinned. "From all that white, wobbling fat I can see, you look more like the porker to me. Don't you get any exercise? Well, we'll soon put that right, now turn around before I lose my patience!"
With a woeful sob, Mrs. Lambert closed her eyes and began her lewd pirouette. When she had her back to him, Mike commanded her to stop. As he suspected, she had a very full and voluptuous backside, and although they were starting to go south, her buns were still holding their shape.
As he surveyed her nearly naked form, Mike became increasingly pleased with himself that he had begun this erotic journey. Contrary to his unkind comments, he was actually very impressed with what he was observing. Here was a mature woman built for comfort, and Mike had every intention of taking her for a test drive!
In the meantime, the moment had arrived to finally unveil her 'piece de resistance' – those delightfully huge tits! Keeping her facing the back of the classroom, Mike cleared his throat and said, "The bra now, if you please."
A slight stiffening of the shoulders was accompanied by a faint mewling sound, as with shaking fingers Mrs. Lambert reached around behind her and undid the complicated array of hooks and eyes that held the formidable looking garment in place.
Fuck me! Mike thought. There must be a lot of flesh constrained in there to require such a strong harnessing device!
Of course, even with the stuffy frocks that she preferred to wear, it was patently obvious to all that she was a well-endowed lady – there was simply no way that she could hide it. But now she was going to have to show those puppies off to Mike Kettle, and that would be a long-held fantasy fulfilled for him in itself!
Mike watched entranced, as first one, then the other bra strap slipped over her broad shoulders. To his utter joy, she was trembling so much as she freed herself of her brassiere, that even her comely ass cheeks were juddering!
Still following her personal rules of neatness, Mrs. Lambert reached out sideways and the bra now joined the pile of clothes that she had so recently been wearing. It was time for a full frontal view, but Mike wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible, and he said in a suddenly husky voice, "Keeping your hands by your sides, walk to the back of the classroom, and then turn round and come back towards me."
In almost super slow-motion, his unhappy captive lowered her arms with her fists balled by her sides. Then, as if testing the water, she took an indecisive step forward. After another one, she stopped, and turning her head to one side, said, "Please…Mr. Kettle… Mike. Can't we…?"
"It's too late for that," Mike interrupted. "Just keep reminding yourself why you are doing this. However humiliating and painful it might be, public exposure to your crime would, in the big picture, be much worse, don't you think?"
On hearing yet another reminder of her predicament, Mrs. Lambert let out an audible, shuddering sigh, and continued her reluctant journey to the back of the room. Mike drank in every quiver of her rotund buttocks as she progressed slowly along. He knew why she was drawing it out of course – to delay the inevitable return trip back to him, during which he would get to feast upon her full frontal nudity!
When she eventually reached the back wall, Mrs. Lambert paused and remained where she was, as if reading one of the notices pinned on the wall. But all Mike had to do was clear his throat, and she painstakingly turned around to face him. Keeping her eyes on the paneled ceiling lighting, she began her naked walk along the length of her own classroom as Mike visually devoured every part of her body.
Her breasts were every bit as spectacular as he had imagined, still surprisingly buoyant as they trembled with every step, and punctuated with bulging pink nipples! Mike rubbed his erection that now strained against his underpants as his eyes traveled down over her rather endearing little paunch, and then to the thick thatch of rust-colored hair that covered her wide vulva.
As she came to a faltering stop in front of him, he looked back up to her face which was still tilted upward, and he marveled at the intensity of the crimson flush that spread down as far as the tops of her gorgeous breasts, contrasting against the white pearls that hung around her neck.
Her unwrapping complete, Mrs. Caroline Lambert, the principal's wife, was now ready to be transformed into Mike Kettle's very own performing sex toy!
The overhead lights were making her eyes water, which exacerbated the tears of shame that she was fighting to hold back, so Caroline lowered her face but still couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze. This had all unfolded so quickly and unexpectedly that she could hardly believe that she was actually standing stark naked in her home classroom in front of a fellow teacher that she barely knew!
It was a warm summer afternoon, and yet Caroline found that she was shivering because of her absolute nudity. She had been brought up under extremely chaste conditions, and she had carried this modest behavior through her adult life. Only her husband had ever seen her naked before, and that was many years ago!
She waited while he enjoyed viewing her body, impatient to cover herself with her arms but, aware of her vulnerable situation, resisting the urge to do so. She had read once that nudism was regarded by some people as a liberating thing, but here in front of Kettle, she just felt filthy and violated.
Oh, please hurry up, she thought miserably. I just want to get dressed again. What the heck is he waiting for?
But now Kettle reached behind the desk, and she couldn't help glancing down as he placed a leather sports bag on its surface. Curiosity combined with trepidation as she watched him unzip the bag and pull out a strange-looking item that initially made no sense to her whatsoever.
With a wicked grin on his face, Kettle stood and came around the desk towards her. Using all of her emotional reserves to stand her ground, Caroline watched in growing horror as he held the object up in front of her. Now she could see that it consisted of a headband with two abnormally long rabbit ears attached! Each ear was over a foot long, covered in black velvet, and dotted with tiny metallic sequins. It looked like the kind of idiotic apparel that kids wore to fancy dress parties!
"I think you'll look rather adorable in this," Kettle said, with his face so close to hers that she could smell his pungent breath. As he raised the adornment towards her head, Caroline took an involuntary step backward. For some reason, she had clung to the idea that once he had had his fill of ogling her body, Kettle would allow her to put her clothes back on again. Now it was apparent that this was just the beginning of her ordeal.
"You must be joking!" she gasped. "I'm not wearing that!"
"Uh-uh," Kettle admonished. "You know the rules. If you give me a hard time, the pictures go out into cyberspace, remember? Now get back here and stay still."
Caroline gulped and inched towards him, her bare toes feeling unnaturally exposed on the tiles. Then she bent her head slightly, feeling like an utter fool as he fitted the band over her head. With the blinds covering the windows, she automatically glanced at her reflection in the glass panel in the door, and immediately wished she hadn't done so. She looked absurd with her breasts naked and free, her pearls around her neck, and the ridiculously long rabbit ears sticking up from the top of her head! Again the tears welled up and she instinctively brushed a trickle away.
"I don't know what you are so upset about," Kettle said. "I think you look lovely!"
Caroline could have slapped him! Not only was the man a total pervert, but he was loving every minute of this emotional and physical abuse!
The urge to cover her body was even more intense now, as the rabbit ears and pearls seemed to accentuate her nudity even more. She opened her mouth to beg him to stop this cruel treatment, but he put a finger to his lips, stopping her, and then he said, "Now I'd like you to pose for a few photos."
Caroline's mouth was still open, but now her jaw dropped even further. "Ph-photos…"
"For my personal use only," Kettle smiled. "Something to remember you by in years to come."
"You're out of your mind!" Caroline snapped. "I'm not letting you photograph me like this?"
"You're not 'what'?" Kettle asked. "Are you forgetting who is in charge here? If I don't get my collection of 'naked Mrs. Lambert' pictures, then the whole town will get to view the 'stealing Mrs. Lambert' shots."
With a low groan of despair, Caroline realized how useless her objections were. Kettle was going to have his way, and that was that. Even though she despaired at the thought of him making a visual record of this nightmare – and where it might end up – she had no choice in the matter.
"Ready for your photo shoot?" he prompted.
Glumly, Caroline nodded her head.
"Excellent!" Kettle beamed. "Now be a good little bunny and hop up onto the desk."
It was impossible for Mike to hide the erection pushing out the front of his pants as he retrieved his digital camera from the sports bag, but he wasn't in the least bit concerned. Under normal circumstances, his obvious excitement would have been a source of embarrassment, but the fact that the only female present was as naked as the day that she was born certainly gave him the upper hand. Besides, the dignified lady would be getting quite used to the sight, touch, and taste of his throbbing dick over the coming months!
When he looked back up, Mrs. Lambert, as expected, hadn't moved. There was an expression of utter contempt on her furiously blushing face, which, given her current state of undress, and the comical bunny ears on her head, added further to Mike's state of arousal.
"Didn't you hear me with those big ears? I want you up on the desk where I can have a good look at you. Hop, hop!"
"I-I'm not getting up there!"
"Of course you are," Mike said. "Because if you don't get up there this instant, I'm packing up my toys and going home – and you know what that will mean as far as your hypocritical lifestyle is concerned!"
As with all of his casually delivered threats so far, there was a degree of bluff attached to his words. He was very much aware that she always had the option of backing out at any time, but he figured that if he could create an atmosphere of dominance and authority while she was off-balance, there was a chance that she would simply follow his commands until she reached an emotional point of no return. Certainly, the next few minutes would be pivotal, because if he were to grab a handful of lewd naked images of her now, his hold over her would be complete. If he were to publically circulate those pictures, the shame she would suffer as an exposed thief would surely pale into insignificance by comparison!
Whether Mrs. Lambert had quickly weighed up those same options herself or not, Mike couldn't be sure. But to his ecstatic delight, after a moment's delay, she put her bare foot up on the chair and then climbed as demurely as she could under the circumstances, onto the desk.
Now that she was perched on higher ground, her nudity made her seem even more exposed, and she reflexively wrapped her arms around her before realizing what she had done, and reluctantly lowered them. Mike was tempted to whip off a couple of frames right away in case she suddenly panicked and fled, but her current frigid posture wasn't at all what this photographer was looking for.
"Okay," he said, circling the desk and licking his lips. "Now I want you to strike a few poses for me. Follow my directions to the letter and I think we'll end up with a lovely little set of 'bunny girl' shots that you'll be quite proud of!"
Pride was the least of the expressions that contorted Mrs. Lambert's face right then. She looked as though she was about to break wind! That triggered an amusing image which caused Mike's already rigid member to twitch in his underwear!
"Put you arms out to the sides," Mike said, peering through the viewfinder. "That's it, nice and high, out parallel with your shoulders. Now up on your toes, that's a good bunny, and bend your knees slightly so that you are pushing out your nice fat butt!"
As Mrs. Lambert shamefacedly assumed the ludicrous pose, Mike began snapping away. First, he zoomed in on her face, catching the first tears of shame that rolled down her cheeks, then he panned out, framing her entire body in detail. After saving a dozen or shots from the front and side, he moved around to her rear and took a couple from a low angle, capturing the meaty folds of her labia that poked out between her pubic bush.
Mike was so captivated by the sight that he put the camera on the desk and leaned in for a closer look. He could just smell her musky scent and if it was at all possible, his hard-on actually increased in intensity!
Fascinated, he took a pen from one of the drawers and cautiously raised it towards Mrs. Lambert's exposed cunt. Her legs were already shaking from the sustained effort of standing on tiptoe, and mindful that she might start and possibly fall off the desk when the pen made contact with her most sensitive parts, he decided to forewarn her first.
"Don't be alarmed if you feel something," he said. "I'm just going to give you a little check-out. Whatever happens, you must maintain the pose, okay?"
With her back to him, Mrs. Lambert had no way of knowing what was about to happen, and as the tip of the pen made initial contact with her pussy lips, she emitted a shriek of surprise, but to her credit, she managed to maintain her absurd-looking posture.
"W-what are you doing?" she gasped.
"Just having a poke around," Mike said. "This is quite a set of saddle bags you have here!"
Mike prodded at the dangling flesh like an amateur gynecologist, thoroughly engrossed in his task. Then he pushed the tip of the pen gently between Mrs. Lambert's labia, working it in gradually further until a full inch was inside her. When he let it go, the pen remained in place, gripped between her gluey lips, and he excitedly snatched up his camera to record the moment forever.
"Please!" Mrs. Lambert whimpered. "Take it out of me!"
"What's the matter?" Mike teased. "Never had a pen stuck up your cunt? I can't believe you've never experimented before – a cucumber or banana, perhaps?"
He heard a stifled sob as her bodily trembling intensified. Her arms were wavering now, moving up and down as if she were attempting to fly away. A heady rush swept through him as he fully realized that he already had this dignified woman in a state of physical and emotional discomfort, and that she was doing her utmost to comply. How much more would she be willing to take?
"Alright," he said, wickedly. "If you don't want the pen up your pussy, I'll take it out for you. Is that what you want?"
"Y-yes!"
Now she nodded her head vigorously. "Yes, p-please!"
"Okay, it's your call."
He plucked the invading object out of Mrs. Lambert's cunt, and unable to resist, raised the damp end to his nostrils. She smelled vaguely fishy but not at all unpleasant. Licking her out would be a pleasure to look forward to, but there was much playtime ahead before they got down to the real stuff.
Seeing that she had now lowered her heels to the desktop, Mike suddenly slapped her on the right buttock, causing her to yelp from surprise more than pain.
"Up on your toes!" he snapped.
As she shakily resumed her humiliating and uncomfortable posture, Mike said, "For your disobedience, I'm going to put the pen back inside you. You must learn to obey me at all times during your detentions."
He was about to work the pen back between her vaginal lips, when he had a sudden, deliciously rude idea. Unable to keep the smile off his face, he placed the palm of his left hand against her ass cheek, feeling her body tense as he did so.
"Stay," he admonished, as if addressing the family dog. Then he spread her cheeks with his fingers, exposing her brown puckered asshole. When he touched it with the tip of the pen, Mrs. Lambert yelled, "Oh, dear God, no! Not there!"
Well, well! Mike thought. Seems I'm about to enter previously unexplored territory. Poor old Mr. Lambert! What a boring marriage he must have had!
"I'm afraid so," Mike said, unable to keep the increased level of excitement out of his voice. "And don't you dare move, or so help me, I will leave this room and that will be the end of it."
"Oh, you filthy beast!" Mrs. Lambert wailed, but she did indeed stay put as Mike began to slowly work the pen up inside her virgin asshole.
Caroline stared intently at the posters and paintings hanging on the back wall of her classroom as she tried to withstand the stabbing pain in her rectum. She could feel the hard plastic twisting and turning inside her soft interior as the disgusting man pushed it in deeper. Never in her life had anything been inserted into that dirty place – mercifully, anal sex had never been a subject broached by Mr. Lambert – but now she was having to suffer the indignity of a relative stranger violating her there with a foreign object!
This whole lurid episode was rapidly spiraling out of control, and although she intellectually understood that she should just climb off the desk and leave right now – regardless of the consequences – she inexplicably found herself rooted to the spot. Her toes, ankles, calves and arms were already badly aching, not to mention the sharp pain inside her rectum, but that was nothing compared to the agony she was suffering emotionally. Only a short while ago, she had been fully clothed, her dignity intact, ready to negotiate with her blackmailer. Now she was actually nude, standing high up on display in the most obscene and ridiculous of postures, wearing a humiliating pair of rabbit ears, with an ink pen sticking out of her anus!
The degrading and agonizing probing finally came to an end, but then the room was illuminated with bright flashes as Kettle recorded the vile moment for the future. With a heavy heart, Caroline realized that each picture he took would draw her deeper into his trap. Earlier, he had talked about weeks, months, possibly even years more of this torture. How would she ever cope? Was it worth the humiliation? Sadly, in her heart she already knew the answer to that question – as long as this depravity remained behind closed doors, then yes, it was preferable to the shame that she would face if he were ever to expose her compulsive pilfering to the world. This was how she had been conditioned to live her life – appearance above everything else – and the fact that she was prepared to allow this despicable man to do what he pleased with her in order to preserve that public image, served to deepen her current sense of shame and self-loathing.
The camera no longer flashing, Caroline anxiously waited, knees quivering, for his next act of depravity. She had to accept the likelihood that Kettle would demand some form of sexual activity with her, but she still didn't know if she would have the fortitude to go through with it. Quite apart from finding the loathsome man totally unattractive, Caroline had been celibate by choice for several years now. Her children were grown, and as a far as she was concerned, she had done her matrimonial duty.
Now she felt the pen moving around inside her again, and she craned her neck to try and see what Kettle was up to. There was a row of glass cabinets along the wall, and in the reflection Caroline saw that he was now taping a small, black pom-pom to the protruding pen – to her horror and dismay, she realized that he was giving her a little fluffy rabbit's tail to go with her ears!
She heard a little chuckle of satisfaction as Kettle completed his task. "There my little bunny! You look delightful!"
Looking at her preposterous accessories in the glass reflection, Caroline certainly didn't feel delightful. The only saving grace was that at least nobody else was present to see her in this embarrassing and degrading situation.
"Okay, Thumper," Kettle said. "Down you get. There's one more detail to add before we go for a little hop about!"
While Mrs. Lambert awkwardly descended from the desktop, Mike fished around in the drawers and found a black marker pen. Uncapping it, he came back around the desk and casually said, "On your knees."
But Mrs. Lambert remained still, her wide eyes fixed on the marker. "What are you going to do with that?"
"Just going to give you a little makeover. Don't worry, it's not indelible. You can wash it off when we're eventually done here."
"Please don't!" she said, in a shaky voice. "Haven't you done enough?"
"Absolutely not!" Mike laughed. "We're just getting started. Now get down on your knees and put your arms down."
For a moment it looked as though Mrs. Lambert was finally going to balk. A shadow of anger briefly crossed her face as she tightened her fists by her sides. Mike could understand her sense of outrage considering the high esteem with which she held herself. In her eyes, he was nothing but a lowly gym instructor whom she had hardly ever acknowledged in the past, but now here he was, commanding her to kneel before him! He was about to remind her that he already possessed enough damning photos to destroy her reputation in every sense when, with a short, furious scream, she sank to her knees.
Mike felt light-headed with the power rush as he looked down at her tortured features. He reached down, and taking her chin in his hand, tilted her face up towards him. Then he touched the marker against those regal features and drew three lines radiating outward on each cheek to represent rabbit's whiskers, before fully coating her nose with the black ink. Quite endearingly, while Mike was working, Mrs. Lambert scrunched her eyes shut and wrinkled her nose, rather like a child having her face washed by an adult.
Mike was no artist but the effect was perfect. Now his little bunny girl was ready to be put through her paces - and Mike knew all about physical training!
"It's time to sweat some of that ugly fat off your body," he announced in a voice he normally reserved for his gym classes. "Naturally, given your ludicrous appearance, we'll start off with bunny hops. I want you to lean forward and place your hands on the floor, then get up on your toes and straighten your legs so that your little bunny tail is sticking up in the air!"
With an inarticulate murmur of disapproval, Mrs. Lambert assumed the ungainly position, her hair, pearls, and heavy breasts, all hanging downward. Mike was actually about to put her through a series of squat thrusts but the term 'bunny hops' seemed more fitting for the occasion.
He went back to his sports bag and extracted a wooden spatula that had caught his eye in the local supermarket not long after his first meeting with the unfortunate Mrs. Lambert. Camera in hand, he circled behind her and swiftly delivered a stinging stroke across her right buttock. Mrs. Lambert squealed at the unexpected impact and wriggled her upended rump, but admirably, stayed in position.
"That is what you will get if you stop exercising," Mike said, almost ejaculating in his pants as he watched the ruddy hue spreading across her trembling ass cheek. "Now then, on my command, you will jump in and out like the little bunny you are, until I tell you to stop. Any slacking, and you'll receive another spank across your ugly butt!"
The view was anything but ugly as the wretched woman began to exercise for him, each outward jump revealing her beefy pussy lips, every part of her curvaceous frame rippling with each exertion. He snapped happily away with his camera as the dew began to collect on her pale skin, and her panting became increasingly audible.
Fuck it, why not? Mike thought suddenly, and pulling down his zipper, he released his rock-hard prick, exposing it to the open air. Now he moved around her, recording every single movement, her swinging pendulous breasts, her crimson, comically decorated face, her hanging belly, and of course, her sweaty, pouting cunt as she went through her routine. The poor woman was tiring so quickly that, fearful she might have a heart attack, Mike permitted her to rest awhile.
Gasping, perspiring, Mrs. Lambert dropped onto her knees and elbows, and looked up at him imploringly as droplets of sweat rained down from her nipples onto the floor. The bunny ears were still clinging to her damp hair, and the fluffy 'tail' continued to protrude from her asshole.
Ecstatic with the control that he had miraculously assumed over this desirable and mature woman, Mike again delved into his bag. Whilst wandering through the supermarket, he had loitered for some time in the fresh food section, casually perusing a variety of phallic-shaped fruits and vegetables. As much as he had relished the idea of forcing the high and mighty Mrs. Lambert to impale herself on a thick marrow or overgrown potato, he had stayed true to his 'rabbit' theme and had selected a decidedly large carrot, complete with a rosette of fresh, green leaves.
As he brandished the suggestively-shaped vegetable in front of her, Mrs. Lambert, too puffed to speak, simply shook her head in horror. By now, it seemed, she had finally tuned in to Mike's warped intentions, so she was definitely not expecting to have to eat it!
Not wishing to disappoint her, Mike crouched down beside her sweat-sheened flanks and moved the carrot into position between her sticky thighs. Instinctively, Mrs. Lambert squeezed them together, so without warning Mike picked up the spatula and landed two sharp smacks on each of her ruddy ass cheeks.
"Aah!"
"I told you you'd be punished if you disobeyed! Now open up!"
With a woeful sob, Mrs. Lambert moved her legs slightly apart. "Wider!" Mike said, tapping the insides of her thighs with the spatula. Evidently fearing harder contact, she complied, and Mike again stared in awe at the combination of soft flesh and matted hair that resided there. When he touched her labia with the pointed end of the carrot, Mrs. Lambert jerked forward.
"Steady!" Mike warned, and when he wiggled the tip of the vegetable inside her pussy lips, Mrs. Lambert made a strange choking sound but managed to hold her obscene position. Gradually Mike worked the carrot inside her cunt which, after a little bit of twisting and pushing slowly accepted the invading root.
"Oh! Ugh!" Mrs. Lambert's vocabulary was now limited to a series of bestial grunts as her pussy received the intruder inch by inch. Mike had correctly assumed that the frigid cow would be bone dry but by the time the carrot was halfway inside her, her cunt began to accommodate it much more readily.
With a final shove, Mike stepped back to survey the kinky spectacle. Underneath the bunny tail, the fat end of the carrot – which was about three inches across – was gripped by Mrs. Lambert's fleshy labia, its leafy rosette hanging down like a second tail.
At the other end, Mike could hear her wretched sobs, which only increased his pleasure as he took several more pictures for his collection. With each added degradation – the striptease, the bunny ears, the pen up her asshole, the whiskers on her face, the forced exercise, and now the carrot penetrating her twat – not only was Mrs. Lambert being reduced to a submissive plaything, but by not ending his games by breaking their agreement, she was indicating that she was prepared – however distastefully – to let him go even further.
So be it, then!
He stood up and went around to her front and waved his jutting cock in front of her tear-streaked face. She turned her face to the side to avoid having to look at his bulging, purple cockhead, but Mike wasn't about to let her get off that easily. Roughly grabbing her chin, he turned her back towards him, and said, "Do want another spanking?"
With tears and snot running down her stricken face, Mrs. Lambert shook her head mournfully.
"Then stick out your tongue and lick it!"
Managing only a gurgled response, she shook her head again.
"Foolish woman!" Mike sighed, and snatching up the spatula, he leaned over her back and began thrashing her ass in earnest.
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Search (band)
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Searching or search may refer to:
Search engine technology, software for finding information
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Search and seizure, a police procedure
Searching (horse) (1952–1973), racehorse
Searching, using a computer to find an item with specified properties (e.g. specified text) among a collection of items using a search algorithm
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Gay Search, British television presenter and gardening writer
Search (TV series), a television series
Search (band), a Malaysian rock band
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Search is a rock band formed in Johor Bahru, Malaysia. It was founded in 1981 by Yazit (drums), Hillary Ang (guitar), Nasir (bass guitar), Zainal (guitar) and Amy (vocals). The group went through many line-up changes in its career, but the songs and music remained strong and unique among Malaysian and Singaporean fans. To date, they have released eleven studio albums, a number of live, compilation and joint (with Wings) albums. They have been regarded by Malaysian rock fans as the greatest rock band in Malaysia with their numerous hits along with rock anthems.
Cinta Buatan Malaysia (1985)
Langit Dan Bumi (1986)
Mentari Merah Di Ufuk Timur (1987)
Di Pintu Sepi (1988)B Side
Berpaling (1988)B Side
Fenomena (1989)
Search Live (1989)
Karisma (1990)
Sepuluh Tahun (1991)
Double Trouble, with Wings (1992)
Remix EP (1994)
Terbaik (1994)
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The Search is a 1948 Swiss-American film directed by Fred Zinnemann which tells the story of a young Auschwitz survivor and his mother who search for each other across post-World War II Europe. It stars Montgomery Clift, Ivan Jandl, Jarmila Novotná and Aline MacMahon.
One oft-cited feature of this film is that many of the scenes were shot amidst the actual ruins of post-war German cities, namely Ingolstadt, Nuremberg, and Würzburg.
Trains bring homeless children (Displaced Persons or DPs), who are taken by Mrs. Murray (Aline MacMahon) and other United Nations Relief and Rehabilitation Administration (UNRRA) workers to a nearby transit camp, where they are fed and cared for. The next morning, the children are interviewed by UNRRA officials to try to identify them and reunite them if possible with their families.
A young boy named Karel (Ivan Jandl) responds "Ich weiß nicht" ("I don't know") to all questions. He grew up in a well-to-do Czech family. The Nazis had deported his sister and doctor father, while the boy and mother were sent to a concentration camp. They eventually became separated. After the war, Karel survived by scavenging for food with other homeless children.
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Ruins are the remains of human-made architecture: structures that were once complete, as time went by, have fallen into a state of partial or complete disrepair, due to lack of maintenance or deliberate acts of destruction. Natural disaster, war and depopulation are the most common root causes, with many structures becoming progressively derelict over time due to long-term weathering and scavenging.
There are famous ruins all over the world, from ancient sites in China, the Indus valley and Judea to Zimbabwe in Africa, ancient Greek, Egyptian and Roman sites in the Mediterranean basin, and Incan and Mayan sites in the Americas. Ruins are of great importance to historians, archaeologists and anthropologists, whether they were once individual fortifications, places of worship, houses and utility buildings, or entire villages, towns and cities. Many ruins have become UNESCO World Heritage Sites in recent years, to identify and preserve them as areas of outstanding value to humanity.
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Ruin is a Swedish publishing house, well known for high quality books, mostly translations from various languages. It was established in 1996 by Harald Hultqvist, Nils Håkanson, Carl Ehrenkrona, Jon Smedsaas and Staffan Vahlquist. Ruin has presented internationally acclaimed writers in Swedish translation, such as Varlam Shalamov, Yu Hua, Nancy Huston, Andrei Volos, Bohumil Hrabal, Yevgeny Zamyatin and Joseph Roth.
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Warrior's Lair was an action role-playing video game set in a medieval fantasy setting being developed for the PlayStation 3 and PlayStation Vita. The game was presented June 2011 at the Electronic Entertainment Expo (E3) where it demonstrated Sony Computer Entertainment's new handheld games console, and the ability to transfer active games between the two consoles.
The game was being co-developed by Sony Computer Entertainment and Idol Minds, but Sony announced its cancellation in July 2013. The PlayStation 3 and PlayStation Vita versions were expected to be sold together as a combined package.
Warrior's Lair was an action role-playing game player from a perspective corrected view of an isometric viewpoint, the game-engine includes simulation of destructable environments and ragdoll physics.
Warrior's Lair's working title was Ruin. The game would utilise cloud storage to store game data, so that gameplay can be transferred almost seamlessly between connected devices.
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It Lives: The Kill List
Posted on June 1, 2012 by katiebird
I don't know how long I'll keep doing these daily lists. It's too disturbing.
How extremism is normalized
But that's the point: once something is repeated enough by government officials, we become numb to its extremism. Even in the immediate wake of 9/11 — when national fear and hysteria were intense — things like the Patriot Act, military commissions, and indefinite detention were viewed as radical departures from American political tradition; now, they just endure and are constantly renewed without notice, because they've just become normalized fixtures of American political life. Here we have the Obama administration asserting what I genuinely believe, without hyperbole, is the most extremist government interpretation of the Bill of Rights I've heard in my lifetime — that the Fifth Amendment's guarantee that the State cannot deprive you of your life without "due process of law" is fulfilled by completely secret, oversight-free "internal deliberations by the executive branch" — and it's now barely something anyone (including me) even notices when The New York Times reports it (as the ACLU's Jameel Jaffer asked yesterday: "These Dems who think executive process is due process: Where were they when Bush needed help with warrantless wiretapping?" — or his indefinite detention scheme?)
Obama the Warrior
No late-night wrestling with conscience for this Nobel Peace laureate. Even his most radical decision — ordering an American citizen assassinated without a whiff of due process or transparency — is "easy" for him, and he's so very "comfortable" with ordering people killed, say his aides who believe this to be a compliment.
From Reason.com: Obama's Secret Kill List
Can the president legally do this? In a word: No.
The president cannot lawfully order the killing of anyone, except according to the Constitution and federal law. Under the Constitution, he can only order killing using the military when the U.S. has been attacked, or when an attack is so imminent and certain that delay would cost innocent American lives, or in pursuit of a congressional declaration of war. Under federal law, he can only order killing using civilians when a person has been sentenced lawfully to death by a federal court and the jury verdict and the death sentence have been upheld on appeal. If he uses the military to kill, federal law requires public reports of its use to Congress and congressional approval after 180 days.
Obama has argued that his careful consideration of each person he orders killed and the narrow use of deadly force are an adequate and constitutional substitute for due process. The Constitution provides for no such thing. He has also argued that the use of drones to do his killing is humane since they are "surgical" and only kill their targets. We know that is incorrect. And he has argued that these killings are consistent with our values. What is he talking about? The essence of our values is the rule of law, not the rule of presidents.
A glowing critique from The Raw Story: A Critique Of The New York Times "Secret Kill List" Article (Can you tell where this is going?):
As I was reading it, I didn't have a hard time imaging what the reaction from some on the left would be. The person that always comes to mind is Glenn Greenwald, whose sentences almost always include "a noun, a verb and drones".
The Atlantic: Hey Voters: The Kill List Is What Matters
So to sum up, one candidate is portrayed, accurately, as being extremely rich, with a wife who has rich-person leisure-time pursuits; and the other candidate is portrayed, accurately, as someone whose secretive policies have wrought dead children, broken promises, violated due process rights, and possibly created more terrorists. And our political culture in the United States is so blinkered that the story about the rich candidate whose wife rides horses is regarded, by conservatives and savvy Politico journalists, as the one that is noteworthy for being negative; whereas the story about the Orwellian turn in the White House doesn't even merit mention.
From Robert Scheer: Hope Burning
This is clearly not the Obama whom many voted for in the hope that he would stick by his word, including the pledge he made on his second day in office to ban brutal interrogation and close the prison at Guantanamo Bay in Cuba. "What the new president did not say was that the orders contained a few subtle loopholes," the Times now reports concerning the early promises by Obama. "They reflected a still unfamiliar Barack Obama, a realist who, unlike some of his fervent supporters, was never carried away by his own rhetoric."
Parse that sentence carefully to learn much of what is morally decrepit in our journalism as well as politics. The word "realist" is now identical to "hypocrite," and the condemnation of immoral behavior addresses nothing more than "rhetoric" that only the "fervent" would take seriously. The Times writers all but thrill to the lying, as in recounting the new president's response to advisers who warned him against sticking to his campaign promises on Guantanamo prisoners: "The deft insertion of some wiggle words in the president's order showed that the advice was followed."
And THIS from Stephen Colbert (Might not be suitable for work — The video with sounds starts right away)
Barack Obama's Righteous Drone Strikes : The government takes out Al Qaeda's "number two," and Barack Obama finds an alternative to shutting down Guantanamo Bay.
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Friday: Short and Stupid
Posted on June 1, 2012 by riverdaughter
Short post this am.
Last week, Syria massacred about 100 people in the town of Houla. 32 of the victims were children under the age of 10. I can't imagine what Assad thought these little kids were going to do. Maybe they were a micro cell of Al Qaeda or something. The massacre was horrible and evil. Who wouldn't want the bloodshed to stop, especially when directed at little kids?
Let me introduce you to the Russian Orthodox Church:
Opening an exhibition devoted to Syrian Christianity in a cathedral near the Kremlin, they commiserated with Russian priests and theologians about their shared anxiety: What would happen if Syria's president, Bashar al-Assad, was forced from power?
It is clear by now that Russia's government has dug in against outside intervention in Syria, its longtime partner and last firm foothold in the Middle East. Less well known is the position taken by the Russian Orthodox Church, which fears that Christian minorities, many of them Orthodox, will be swept away by a wave of Islamic fundamentalism unleashed by the Arab Spring.
In his warnings, Patriarch Kirill I invokes Bolshevik persecution still fresh in the Russian imagination, writing of "the carcasses of defiled churches still remaining in our country."
This argument for supporting sitting leaders has reached a peak around Syria, whose minority population of Christians, about 10 percent, has been reluctant to join the Sunni Muslim opposition against Mr. Assad, fearing persecution at those same hands if he were to fall. If the church's advocacy cannot be said to guide Russia's policy, it is one of the factors that make compromise with the West so elusive, especially at a time of domestic political uncertainty for the Kremlin.
Yes, you read that right. The Russian Orthodox Church doesn't want to Russia to get involved because they see this as a religious war and if the Christians help the Sunnis, the Sunnis might turn around and persecute the Christians after the war ends.
"What??", you say, "isn't Christianity supposed to be into persecution? Turning the other cheek? Loving one's neighbor?" Not to the Russian Orthodox patriarchs.
Just one more reason to speed religion on its way to a distant memory.
Here's another one. This song's called Eve, by Shelly Segal. Pick it up at the 0.42 minute mark.
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MOSCOW, Russia (AFP) – A Moscow court on Friday ruled to block the popular messaging app Telegram in Russia, after it refused to give state security services access to private conversations, an AFP reporter at the court said.
Telegram's self-exiled Russian founder Pavel Durov has long said he will reject any attempt by the country security's services to gain backdoor access to the app.
The free application, which lets people exchange messages, photos, and videos in groups of up to 5,000 people, has attracted more than 200 million users since its launch in 2013.
Telegram is especially popular among political activists of all stripes but has also been used by jihadists.
Durov wrote last year that the FSB's demands are "technically impossible to carry out" and violate the Russian Constitution which entitles citizens to privacy of correspondence.


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Q: How do I know where to look for bounty hunting/bail bond missions? So, playing as Trevor, there is this woman, Maude. She offers bail bond missions.
However, I am stuck right from the beginning.
How do I figure out where to look for the people I'm supposed to go get?
I must have not paid attention when I talked to her, and there's no indicator on my map. I also can't seem to go back and read our dialog, to check if she mentioned an area to look in.

A: I think that's part of the challenge, recognising the places in the description/picture and working it out from that. There's no indicator on the map to tell you where they are. As @Nicolas mentions, one is located in a q------, which is fairly easy to find if you've explored some of the map / look at the paper map in your game box. The second is almost impossible, third for me was very easy as I'd been there before.
It's one of those things, when you know the answer, looking back at the picture you start to see things which give it away (a special building, the shape of a road, etc) so it's just a case of keep hunting.
One thing I'd say, use the paper map to look up road shapes and the like rather than the in-game map, for the second one I hadn't discovered the area yet on the in-game map so I would never have found it.
Oh, a last thought, if you get the GTA manual (PC install or app I think) it has a very detailed, Google Maps type zoom thing (with aerial view) which you can use to match up like for like what you can see in the picture. If you're really stuck but don't what to cheat I'd suggest trying that.

A: After talking to her I received an EMail which told me where to look for the first guy.
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 The first person is supposed to be in a quarry of some sort. I have not found him yet, so I can not provide any more details.

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(4:30) Level 4 ('The Silent Cartographer') on Legendary. This is an comedy action montage showing me having assorted fun with with the hilltop Grunts described in Danger! Falling Grunts. Four and a half minutes of grunty grief, with lots of needles and rockets. I hope it'll give you some ideas for things to do!
Released April 20th 2010, gameplay recorded April 9th-18th 2010.
00:02 "Ooh! There!" - yikes, I've been spotted! Not sure I should worry too much though. The movie starts with seven clips showing falling Grunts. In each of the first two clips, a Grunt comes straight over the edge and gives a cry of pain. There seem to be just the two different cries, as heard here. I give both fallers a good smack to put them out of their misery; I'm considerate like that. In the next two clips I don't need to do anything; the fallers die on impact. Next, a faller gets tagged and the bang takes out two additional arrivals, hee hee! Then we've got something a bit special. Two highly trained ninja Grunts come leaping forth from behind their three colleagues, ready to unleash a fearsome grunty attack on my person. Except, they hadn't bargained on my rocket launcher. Finally, another pair of fallers, and this time I dish out some needle treatment.
00:43 That leads us into the next section: eight clips illustrating the delights of needling the Grunts up above. The first is just a gentle opener, partly there for the comedy value of the two Grunts who turn tail to run - "I'm outta here!". Things get more explosive after that. In the second clip a needle bang sets off the target's plasma grenades and he gets a nice boost, and in the third I provide some rocket assistance. The rocket hits the top of the hill face but the Grunt has already started going over the edge there, so the blast shoots him forward.
01:04 This clip starts with a bit of slapstick. A Grunt throws a grenade but another moves in front at just the wrong moment, getting tagged on the backpack. These guys are real professionals eh? I send in some needles and then rocket directly underneath him, sending him shooting up nicely.
01:17 Another stream of needles - not quite a full clip - then a rocket. This time I briefly zoom the sight to help me target the top of the hill. You'll see me doing that with some of my other rocketing too. Grunty goes flying off towards the sea, arms flailing nicely.
01:24 Sending up a high grenade can be fun. Here you can see the Grunt initially looking up at it - and firing on me at the same time! I wait for the right moment then send in a stream of needles so the victim gets blasted just he's starting to go up in a pink bang. Nice mid-air bang too, with excellent pink trails!
01:37 Adding a plasma grenade to the end of your needle stream is a fine idea. My needles provoke this fellow into throwing, which makes him a nice stationary target for the tag. It seems to catch him on the foot. I add a rocket for good measure, and the plasma gives him a fresh boost in mid-air, changing his direction.
01:46 For my final clip on firing needles up, I tag this guy from very close to the hill, then send up a whole clip. The plasma bang sends him up and the needles give chase and pile in, causing two pink bangs near the peak of his trajectory. Nice! And since I've got the pistol handy, well hey, it's hard to resist shooting a Grunt in mid-air, even if he is already dead!
01:58 A two-clip interlude now, showing some Grunts getting whacked in mid-air. You can throw grenades up to make a Grunt dive from side to side, or dive off. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's Supergrunt! I got pretty used to their behaviour while recording for this movie, and learnt to anticipate the direction in which they'd dive off. Here I anticipate and move into position to smack him as he comes down. The fellow in the second clip comes straight down, close to the hill face. He gives me the eye and lines up his plasma pistol, but tragically never gets a chance to use it. The one remaining Grunt pleads "No more!" but sorry grunty, I'm not done yet - and here's a rocket for you. "Waaaahhh…".
02:16 That leads us into a meaty section of rocketing carnage; eight clips on blasting Grunts off the hill. Ah, such fun. It's just a shame there's not a never ending supply of grunty reinforcements emerging over the rise, so you could blast them again and again, which is the sort of effect you'll see with these juxtaposed clips. Enjoy the cries of flying and fleeing Grunts. The clip at 02:40 shows all five getting taken out with one rocket, which is relatively tricky to achieve because they tend to stay fairly spread out. For the final clip I throw a plasma first, tagging my victim. He goes shooting off from the combined blast of the tag and rocket, and then gets an additional boost from one of his plasmas going off. That's some serious speed!
02:59 Another short interlude now; three clips showing some mid-air shooting. The first two show headshots (which is actually not as easy as it looks) while the third uses a rocket, fired after anticipating his dive. All fine sport.
03:11 For my last major section we're back to some rocket play, with four clips of launching a faller. In the first I again anticipate a dive, moving around to be behind him. He gets a plasma on the rear end and then gets sent off to the horizon. The next guy falls off while throwing a plasma. I tag him on the leg and rocket the ground beneath him. He gets additional boost from the first of his two dropped plasmas (a second goes off too, but I don't think it's close enough to him). With the next guy I rocket the hill face in order to send him on a low trajectory. He goes flying out over the sea quite beautifully while a colleague up top flees in panic: "Us first, we're smaller, ah ha ha ha ha!". The final victim is yet another Grunt who falls off the edge while lobbing a plasma: "Everybody duck!". He gets a standard launch in the other direction.
04:04 Two little clips to finish off. The first is pure comedy. One Grunt gets stunned by a pip of plasma (an accident, as I was actually just trying to fire near to make him start throwing), and another comes up behind and uses his doubled-over colleague as a throwing platform. So funny. These guys do sometimes jostle over one another, but it's rare and I've never seen it happen this comically before. The final clip again shows a bit of plasma-stunning, but this time I do it on purpose to try to keep the Grunt in place for the plasma grenade about to go off behind him. Sure enough, blam! He sails down to receive a mid-air whack, and I let things fade out on a nice shot of him taking a nap in the shallows. Aw, that's so sweet!
Closing remarks You can have a whole lot of fun at that hill, and I hope this movie will give you some inspiration - or at least gave you a laugh. I think it covers most of the ideas mentioned in my article. So, go fire up the level - on Legendary if you want the full five Grunts and the highest rate of plasma lobbing - and pay these grunty troopers a visit!


Stephen E. Shay is a retired partner and consultant to Ropes & Gray and works closely with the firm to advise and support our clients on tax issues on an as needed basis.
Steve currently is a Senior Lecturer on Law at Harvard Law School. Before joining the Harvard Law School faculty as a Professor of Practice in 2011, Mr. Shay was Deputy Assistant Secretary for International Tax Affairs in the United States Department of the Treasury. Prior to re-joining the Treasury Department in 2009, Mr. Shay was a tax partner for 22 years with Ropes & Gray, LLP. Steve also served in the Office of International Tax Counsel at the Department of the Treasury, including as International Tax Counsel, from 1982 to 1987.


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Is there anything more influential than your favourite movie star? Though with every new movie release, our expectations to see our favourite stars alter, but there sure a few on-screen couples who have given us the ultimate relationship goals that aspires us to love harder. Although we love these stars with their real-time partners as well, here is your capsule on some going-strong couples to some freshly brewed romances, catch hold of the recent sway in Mumbai with these top power couples who throw major couple goals at us!
You have heard that Mira Rajput is 13 years younger to Shahid Kapoor, but they are still going strong. With a daughter and a newborn son, their marriage has been like a fairytale love story. While the two of them were stern followers of Radha Saomi Satsang Beas and their parents arranged for their union. Mira comes from a top-business family while Shahid is well known for his dancing moves and his roles in Padmavat, Haider and many more blockbusters. It is a lesser known fact that Mira aspires to be an actress and rumour has it that her Bollywood debut is just around the corner.
This new budding love is taking the world by storm. It is also the first high profile relationship that both Alia and Ranbir have openly admitted to. While he never confessed about his ongoing fling with Deepika Padukone, who also got his initials inked on her neck which she has now got removed after her wedding to Ranveer Singh. The two started dating when they met on the sets of "Brahmastra" and have also shown interest in getting hitched. They are both considered as the most promising actors in the Bollywood industry at this time, while the stakes are high. Their dating news is doing the rounds as if Ryan Gosling and Jenniffer Lawrence dated in Hollywood.
India's love cricket surpasses their love for Bollywood! And the union of cricket and Bollywood, had the fans wanting for more. The Captain of Team India, Virat Kohli, and an actress who rose to fame for her unconventional and gritty roles, Anushka Sharma, is a match made in heaven. These two met while they were shooting an ad for Head and Shoulders in the year 2013, who knew dandruff could start this whole new love story. Fans proudly call them by the moniker 'Virushka' and they got married in a dreamy setting in Italy after courting for 4 years. You'll always find Anushka present to cheer up Virat in his important matches while Virat does the same flies down to different locations only to surprise and spend some time with wife, Anushka.
This newly married couple in B-Town, Ranveer and Deepika kept the details of their marriage under wraps. They dated for 5 years straight before tying the knot and promising themselves to each other. While they are two excellent performers in their own right, it is Sanjay Leela Bansali's casting of the legendary epics, where they truly outshine their talents. They have together bombarded the box office with their top hits like Ram-Leela, Padmaavat and Bajiroa Mastani. Such hits in a row also helped Deepika to become one of famous Bollywood actresses net worth to cross 500 crores. The eccentric energy of Ranveer Singh completely matches that with the effortless beauty Deepika Padukone as they go on spreading magic on and off-screen, alike.
Next in line is the couple which is globally known for their finesse. Having walked the Cannes red carpet together as a strong power couple and having to drive Oprah Winfrey when she was on a visit to India, they have proven to be strong couple every step of their way and carved a niche for themselves. Aishwarya has always enjoyed a global experience, first as "the world's most beautiful woman" after she won the Miss World Pageant in the year 1994, and later by being the face of the most coveted makeup and beauty brands like Lakme and L'oreal. On the other hand, Abhishek Bachchan comes from a very solid family background, with veteran Amitabh Bachchan being his father and sharing his house with the legendary Jaya Bachchan. However, this isn't the first famous relationship for the two, Abhishek was earlier involved in a relationship with Karishma Kapoor while Aishwarya was having an alleged affair with her long-term boyfriend Salman Khan. Yet, destiny had its way and the two got married and now have a beautiful daughter, Aaradhya.
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698. (1) Subject to subsection (3), in the case of a meeting of creditors held pursuant to section 666 or of an adjournment thereof, a person shall not be entitled to vote as a creditor unless he or she has duly lodged with the liquidator, not later than the time mentioned for that purpose in the notice convening the meeting or adjourned meeting, a proof of the debt which he or she claims to be due to him or her from the company.
(2) In the case of any other meeting of creditors and subject to subsection (3) and subsections (5) to (8), a person shall not be entitled to vote as a creditor unless he or she has lodged with the liquidator a proof of the debt which he or she claims to be due to him or her from the company and such proof has been admitted wholly or in part before the date on which the meeting is held.
(3) Neither subsection (1) or (2) shall apply to any creditors or class of creditors who by virtue of this Act or rules of court are not required to prove their debts, and subsection (2) shall not apply to a meeting referred to in section 587.
(4) The following subsections contain exceptions to, or apply restrictions on the exercise of, a creditor's entitlement to vote at a meeting to which subsection (2) applies.
(5) In respect of any unliquidated or contingent debt or any debt the value of which is not ascertained, the chairperson may put upon such a debt an estimated minimum value for the purpose of entitlement to vote and admit the creditor's proof for that purpose.
(6) A creditor shall not vote in respect of any debt on or secured by a current bill of exchange or promissory note held by him or her unless he or she is willing to do each of the following, namely:
(a) to treat the liability to him or her on the bill or note of every person who is liable thereon antecedently to the company and against whom an adjudication order in bankruptcy has not been made, as a security in his or her hands;
(b) to estimate the value of that liability; and
(c) for purposes of voting but not for the purposes of dividend, to deduct that liability from his or her proof.
(7) Unless he or she surrenders his or her security, a secured creditor shall, for the purpose of voting, state:
(a) in his or her proof; or
(b) in the case of a meeting that falls within subsection (8), in the statement referred to in that subsection,
the following matters:
(i) the particulars of his or her security;
(ii) the date when that security was given; and
(iii) the value at which he or she assesses that security,
and shall be entitled to vote only in respect of the balance (if any) due to him or her after deducting the value of that security.
(8) For the purpose of voting at a meeting in a voluntary winding up (not being a meeting referred to in section 587), a secured creditor shall, unless the secured creditor surrenders his or her security, lodge with the liquidator, before the meeting, a statement stating the matters referred to in subsection (7)(i) to (iii).
(9) The chairperson may admit or reject a proof for the purpose of voting, but an appeal shall lie to the court against his or her decision on that matter.
(10) If the chairperson is in doubt whether a proof should be admitted or rejected the chairperson shall mark it as objected to and allow the creditor to vote subject to the vote being declared invalid in the event of the objection being sustained.


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Legal & General Group Plc raised its position in shares of Dominion Energy Inc (NYSE:D) by 2.6% in the fourth quarter, HoldingsChannel.com reports. The fund owned 4,637,809 shares of the utilities provider's stock after buying an additional 118,660 shares during the quarter. Legal & General Group Plc's holdings in Dominion Energy were worth $331,418,000 at the end of the most recent quarter.
Other hedge funds have also recently bought and sold shares of the company. Vanguard Group Inc boosted its position in shares of Dominion Energy by 1.7% in the third quarter. Vanguard Group Inc now owns 49,883,013 shares of the utilities provider's stock worth $3,505,778,000 after buying an additional 825,191 shares during the period. BlackRock Inc. boosted its position in shares of Dominion Energy by 2.2% in the fourth quarter. BlackRock Inc. now owns 47,209,637 shares of the utilities provider's stock worth $3,373,599,000 after buying an additional 1,032,107 shares during the period. Geode Capital Management LLC boosted its position in shares of Dominion Energy by 23.1% in the fourth quarter. Geode Capital Management LLC now owns 9,056,270 shares of the utilities provider's stock worth $646,097,000 after buying an additional 1,697,619 shares during the period. Northern Trust Corp boosted its position in shares of Dominion Energy by 7.9% in the fourth quarter. Northern Trust Corp now owns 8,392,621 shares of the utilities provider's stock worth $599,737,000 after buying an additional 613,093 shares during the period. Finally, Bank of New York Mellon Corp boosted its position in shares of Dominion Energy by 29.9% in the third quarter. Bank of New York Mellon Corp now owns 6,146,819 shares of the utilities provider's stock worth $431,998,000 after buying an additional 1,413,097 shares during the period. 58.26% of the stock is owned by hedge funds and other institutional investors.
In related news, CEO Diane Leopold sold 2,500 shares of the stock in a transaction dated Tuesday, February 5th. The stock was sold at an average price of $71.31, for a total value of $178,275.00. Following the completion of the transaction, the chief executive officer now owns 48,677 shares of the company's stock, valued at $3,471,156.87. The sale was disclosed in a document filed with the Securities & Exchange Commission, which is available at the SEC website. Also, Director D Maybank Hagood purchased 1,965 shares of Dominion Energy stock in a transaction that occurred on Wednesday, March 13th. The stock was acquired at an average cost of $76.34 per share, with a total value of $150,008.10. Following the acquisition, the director now directly owns 2,975 shares of the company's stock, valued at approximately $227,111.50. The disclosure for this purchase can be found here. Corporate insiders own 0.34% of the company's stock.
Several equities research analysts have recently weighed in on D shares. Zacks Investment Research downgraded Dominion Energy from a "hold" rating to a "sell" rating in a research report on Friday, March 8th. Mizuho started coverage on Dominion Energy in a research report on Monday, March 11th. They issued a "neutral" rating and a $76.00 target price for the company. ValuEngine downgraded Dominion Energy from a "buy" rating to a "hold" rating in a research report on Wednesday, January 2nd. UBS Group raised Dominion Energy from a "neutral" rating to a "buy" rating and upped their target price for the stock from $75.00 to $84.00 in a research report on Thursday, November 29th. Finally, Wolfe Research set a $79.00 target price on Dominion Energy and gave the stock a "hold" rating in a research report on Monday. Two investment analysts have rated the stock with a sell rating, eight have issued a hold rating and five have issued a buy rating to the stock. Dominion Energy has an average rating of "Hold" and a consensus price target of $84.31.
Shares of D opened at $75.32 on Friday. The stock has a market capitalization of $59.91 billion, a P/E ratio of 18.60, a price-to-earnings-growth ratio of 3.28 and a beta of 0.22. Dominion Energy Inc has a one year low of $61.53 and a one year high of $77.22. The company has a quick ratio of 0.49, a current ratio of 0.67 and a debt-to-equity ratio of 1.41.
Dominion Energy (NYSE:D) last issued its quarterly earnings results on Friday, February 1st. The utilities provider reported $0.89 EPS for the quarter, missing analysts' consensus estimates of $0.91 by ($0.02). The business had revenue of $3.36 billion during the quarter, compared to analysts' expectations of $3.13 billion. Dominion Energy had a net margin of 18.31% and a return on equity of 12.85%. The company's revenue for the quarter was up 4.7% on a year-over-year basis. During the same period in the prior year, the company posted $0.91 EPS. On average, research analysts anticipate that Dominion Energy Inc will post 4.2 EPS for the current year.
The firm also recently declared a quarterly dividend, which was paid on Wednesday, March 20th. Investors of record on Friday, March 1st were issued a $0.9175 dividend. The ex-dividend date was Thursday, February 28th. This represents a $3.67 dividend on an annualized basis and a yield of 4.87%. This is an increase from Dominion Energy's previous quarterly dividend of $0.84. Dominion Energy's dividend payout ratio is currently 90.62%.
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This feature is located in the Hirise image: PSP 010281 1510.
The image covers a portion of an ancient crater called "Columbus Crater."
Columbus crater is particularly interesting to scientists because CRISM data they have collected indicates the presence of hydrated materials, clay, and sand. It is believed that this crater is the site of ancient lakes that once existed on the surface of Mars.
The split appearance that we see in this well-lit face of the gridded pyramid is much like the split faces of the Great Pyramid of Giza, Egypt.
The split-nature of the faces of the Great Pyramid (as well as its concavity) are invisible from the ground, so it had not been noticed until that time.
Just below the apex of the gridded pyramid, there is another interesting form.
This object seems to have smooth and regular surfaces which are distinct from the surface of the pyramid.
Ancient Egyptian pyramids show similar wear patterns.
Better examples of close-up debris patterns may be found on Wayne Herschel's website. Wayne Herschel has advanced this theory with regard to the face at Cydonia.
If the gridding is a natural geologic occurrence, I would expect to find similar grids in the nearby landscape. I have found no other grids in the area. However, I have found straight lines which may compare to some extent with the grid. These straight lines cutting throught the rock can be found in two other locations.
If the gridded pyramid is accepted as artificially created, then the landscape faces may have been artificially created as well. I think this find is significant in that the close proximity of the landscape face to the gridded pyramid lends credence to that idea. And if this is all true, then our best way to study the ancient culture of Mars (until we can go there) is through the analysis of the landscape faces which we find nearly everywhere on its surface.