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CTVA US Crime - "In The Heat Of The Night" (Fred Silverman/NBC) Season 3 (1989-90)
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Starring Carroll O' Connor
Season 3 (NBC) (1989-90)
with contributions by:
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NBC Tuesdays 9:00-10:00pm Eastern
Fred Silverman Company
Jauanita Bartlett Production
MGM/UA Television Productions
Executive Producers David Moessinger and Carroll O'Connor
Supervising Producers Mark Rodgers and Edward De Blasio
Co-Producers Walton Dornisch and Nancy Bond
Produced by Edward Ledding
Director of Photography Peter Salim
Season 3 Title sequence:
Carroll O'Connor as Chief/Sheriff William O. "Bill" Gillespie
Howard Rollins as Chief of Det. Virgil Tibbs
also starring:
Alan Autry as Sgt./Capt B.L. "Bubba" Skinner
Anne-Marie Johnson as Althea Tibbs
David Hart as Det./Sgt Parker Williams
Geoffrey Thorne as Det./Sgt Wilson Sweet
Hugh O'Connor as Det./Lt Lonnie Jameson
3.01 [031] In The Heat of The Night: ANNIVERSARY
prod. no. 9812
Written by Mark Rodgers
Directed by Harry Harris
Joan McMurtrey ......... FBI agent
Trent Bross
Special Guest Star:
Joe Seneca as Reverend John Carter
Co-Starring: (end credits)
Chuck Lawlor ........... Palmerton
Dan Albright ........... David Morgan
Billy Ray Reynolds ..... Noah Crowley
Marc MaCaulay .......... Allan Thurman
Chief Gillespie (Carroll O'Connor) returns to the series after being rescued
from his kidnappers, a cult sect called B.O.A.P. - Brotherhood of Arian People.
3.02 [032] In The Heat of The Night: RAPE
prod. no. 9803 / 24Oct89
Written by Nancy Bond
Directed by Paul Lynch
Ken Marshall
Stacy Ray
Wilbur Fitzgerald ....... The D.A.
Louis Fox ............... The Doctor
Walter Franks ........... Edward
Heather Binion .......... Cynthia
Robby Preddy ............ Maggie
Althea Tibbs (Anne-Marie Johnson) is brutally raped by a Colleague from the school where she teaches.
3.03 [033] In The Heat of The Night: FAIREST OF THEM ALL
Written by Edward De Blasio
Directed by Mario Azzopardi
Martha Byrne
Diane Almeida
Linda Pierce ........... Margaret Haden
Larry Black ............ Andrew Folsey
Kevin Corrigan ......... Clay Mason
Angie Harper ........... Terry
Robin Brown ............ Madeline
Bill Mulvey ............ The Attorney
The investigation of a beauty contestant's death uncovers extortion and over ambition.
3.04 [034] In The Heat of The Night: MURDER MOST ANCIENT
prod. no. 9807 / 7Nov89
Teleplay by Edward De Blasio / Story by Adrian Spies
Directed by Winrich Kolbe
Grainger Hines
Clare Wren
Tim Griffin
Mert Hatfield ......... Clarence Conlan
Suzanne Stewart ....... Mrs. Feathers
Crystal Fox ........... Luann Corbin
Gillespie goes on the case of a husband murdered by his wife's lover.
3.05 [035] In The Heat of The Night: FIRST GIRL
prod. no. 9802 / 14Nov89
Written by Matt Harris
Directed by Gene Reynolds
Denis Nicholas as Harriet De Long (entry)
Guest Star:
Sheryl Lynn Piland as Officer Christine Rankin
Lou Walker ............ John Reeve
Freddie Hendricks ..... Abe Collins
Randy Hall ............ Al Bosworth
Billy Gillespie ....... Lance Bosworth
Thom Gosom ............ Melvin Lemmon
Patty Mack ............ Melva
Gillespie feels responsible for the death of his first black policewoman, and resigns.
3.06 [036] In The Heat of The Night: CRACKDOWN
prod. noo. 9810 / 21Nov89
Directed by E. W. Swackhamer
Carrie Snodgrass
James Sutorius
Dana Barron
Walt Goggins ........... Darrell
Ray McKinnon ........... Timer
Jill Jane Clements ..... Maude
Amanda Pillow .......... Zan
Crystal Fox ............ Luann
S.J. Floyd ............. Perle
Blake Michaels ......... Kenny
Ali McCorcle ........... Laura
Chief Gillespie and the Sparta police force are challenged to stop the spread of Cocaine.
3.07 [037] In The Heat of The Night: TIME OF THE STRANGER
prod. no. 9804 / 5Dec89
Directed by Ivan Dixon
Shannon Beatty
Laura Whyte ............ Marge
Ted Hedding ............ Arkin
Clarinda Ross .......... The Mother
Joy Tracy .............. The Little Girl
Sparta police discover that a woman accused of murder is actually guilty of kidnapping her daughter.
3.08 [038] In The Heat of The Night: VENGEANCE
prod. no. 9817 / 12Dec89
Jacqueline Schultz
Dyana Ortelli
Co-Starring:(end credits)
Bill Gribble ........... Tom
Tom Powell ............. Jack
Greg Paul Meyers ....... Lane
Alex Van ............... Larry
Paul Armbruster ........ Willets
Judy McDowell .......... Kharla
Martha Knighton ........ Landlandy
A modern-day Bonny-and-Clyde couple are holding up stores in and around Sparta.
3.09 [039] In The Heat of The Night: MY NAME IS HANK (Christmas episode)
Barry K. Bernal as Hank
David Olsen .......... Skip Jensen
Lois Berg ............ Lisa
Charlie Deppish ...... J.J Simmers
Thom Gossom .......... Ted Marcus
Crystal Fox .......... Luann
Two youths hold up a store in Sparta and kill the owner.
They blame a young Vietnamese Boy who they were giving a lift to Sparta.
3.10 [040] In The Heat of The Night: KING'S RANSOM
prod. no. 9814 / 2Jan90
Written by Kim C. Friese and Matt Harris
Directed by Jeffrey Hayden
Art Evans
Bob Penny ............ Alvin Epps
Buck Ford ............ Phil Trundel
Charmin Talbert ...... Etta
Johnny Popwell ....... Rivers
The FBI want an Ex-Boxer, down on his luck, to testify against a Detroit mob,
in return for security in his old age. But he is planning to do a deal with the mob instead.
3.11 [041] In The Heat of The Night: EPITAPH FOR A LADY ****
prod. no. 9805 / 16Jan90
Witten by Steven Baum
Directed by Vincent McEveety
Jonathan Ward
Judson Vaughn ........ Nelson
Joy Tracy ............ Lisa
Georgia Allen ........ Roberta
Ginny Parker ......... Dorothy
Ken Strong ........... Roy
Judith Robinson ...... Molly
Lonnie Smith ......... Dr. Turnby
A man with a grievance against a doctor, whose misdiagnosis,
causes the death his wife is prime suspect when the doctor is killed.
3.12 [042] In The Heat of The Night: TRIANGLE
prod. no. unknown / 23Jan90
Written by Rick Kelbaugh
Directed by Chuck Bowman
John Diehl (Miami Vice)
Kerri Green
Andrew Winton .......... Tad
Steve Boles ............ Dan
Rebecca Wackler ........ Marta
Jane Berman ............ Eileen
Dan Biggers ............ Dr. Cobb
Randi Layne ............ Marge
Terence Jenkins ........ Cullen
Gillespie tries to prevent a man who shot his wife and her
lover from harming anyone else. (Howard Rollins NOT in this episode)
3.13 [043] In The Heat of The Night: HELLO IN THERE
Written by Cynthia Deming and William J.Royce
Denise Nicholas as Harriet De Long
Whitman Mayo .......... Winston Tyler
Donna Biscoe .......... Cora Tyler
Tim Ware .............. Dan Williams
Kenny Leon ............ Daryl Tyler
Kurtis Payton ......... Odell Tyler
Victoria Loving ....... Diane Brisbane
Ellen Heard ........... Female Customer
Councilwoman Harriet DeLong (Denise Nicholas) tries art therapy on a mute boy who may have witnessed
the murder of his father, a bank teller falsely accused on robbing the bank. (Howard Rollins NOT in this episode)
3.14 [044] In The Heat of The Night: DECEMBER DAYS
prod. no. 9816 / 13Feb90
Written by Kim Friese
Andrew Prine
Mariclare Costello .... Darleen
Logan Ramsey
Ken Curtis (Gunsmoke) ............ McCauley
Lit Connah ............ Lydia Crane
Crystal Fox ........... Luann
Dan Biggers ........... Dr Robb
Sharlene Ross ......... Receptionist
Ronn Liggett .......... Doorman
The death of a rich old lady in an old folks home begins to look like murder. (Howard Rollins NOT in this episode)
3.15 [045] In The Heat of The Night: A LOSS OF INNOCENCE
Teleplay by William Royce and Cynthia Deming
Story by William Royce & Cynthia Deming and Stephen Schneck
Deborah Hobart
Pierrette Grace
Dan Biggers ............ Dr. Robb
Wilbur Fitzgerald ...... D.A. Darnelle
Bill Luhrs ............. Frank Craven
Scott Higgs ............ Randy Calhoun
Robin Florence ......... Allison
Laura Louise Stephens .. Mary Jo
Randy Randolph ......... J.W. Walton
Jon Kohlor ............. Jack Stenzak
An alcoholic monster of a husband, who had also been molesting his daughter, is murdered by his wife.
3.16 [046] In The Heat of The Night: BUBBA'S BABY
Teleplay by Cynthia Deming and William Royce
Story by Edward De Blasio
Michael Zelniker
Katy Boyer
Andy Stahl ............ Roger Selworth
Mary Nell Santacroce .. Mrs. Barnett
Ron Culbreth .......... Sheriff McComb
Jill Jane Clements .... Maude
Al Hamacher ........... Man
Emily Woodward ........ Elise Bennington
Warde Butler .......... Jake
Bill Ash .............. Ernie
The search for the parents of an abandoned baby leads Gillespie on a trail of blackmail and murder
3.17 [047] In The Heat of The Night: HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS
6Mar90
Teleplay by Edward De Blasio and Mark Rodgers / Story by Matt Harris
Directed by Leo Penn
Diane Ladd
(no details)
The madam (Diane Ladd) of a traveling bordello is suspected of murdering a preacher who opposed her.
3.18 [048] In The Heat of The Night: AN ANGRY WOMAN
prod. no. 9809 /13Mar90
Denise Nicholas as Harriet DeLong
Melvin Van Peebles ...... Nathaniel Halwell
Daivd Dwyer ............. Claude Dews
Stan Brown .............. Carl Maffey
Marguerite Hannah ....... Eva Maffey
Frank Rossomanno ........ Jake Kanada
Crystal Fox ............. Luann
Mimi Honce .............. Miss Devin
Bruce McKinnon .......... Manager
Jacques Courseault ...... Richard Maffey
Dwionne Dickerson ....... Ellie Maffey
Gillespie suspects a woman's ex-husband, now a trucker, caused her death. (Howard Rollins NOT in this episode)
3.19 [049] In The Heat of The Night: INDISCRETIONS
Story by Nancy Bond
Directed by Vince Edwards
Patrice Chanel-Carter
Crystal Fox ............. LuAnn (now with capital 'A')
Dan Biggers ............. Dr. Robb
Barry Scott ............. Baxter
Scott Higgs ............. Randy Calhoun
B.J. Hughes ............. Rental Agent
A friend on the lam visits Althea.
3.20 [050] In The Heat of The Night: NIGHT OF THE KILLING
Lisa Williams ........... Yolanda
Eric Ware ............... Riblin Blaylock
Steve Coulter ........... William
Ginnie Randall .......... Sipple Jackson
Lisa Coles .............. Maria Cystack
Wilbur Fitzgerald ....... D.A. Darnelle
Afemo Omilami ........... Jimmy Dawes
Pierre Perea ............ Mike
Bruce Evers ............. Charlie Yourt
Michael McDougal ........ Bud Ormsby
Tibbs and Gillespie clash over a black murder suspect, whose arrest causes racial strife.
3.21 [051] In The Heat of The Night: CITIZEN TRUNDEL part 1
prod. no. 9813 / 1May90
Special Guest Star
Marco St. John ........ Jay Turkus
Tony Franciscus ....... Burt Willins
Jonathan Proby ........ Eric DeLong
Tom Nowicki ........... Freddy Aykens
Tom Key ............... Norman Luft
Stuart Culpepper ...... Judge Colter
Dan Biggers ........... Dr. Robb
Wilber Fitzgerald ..... D.A. Darnelle
John Lawthorn ......... Effrem Tully
Elizabeth Omilami ..... Mrs. Willins
Christina Reguli ...... Jessica Franks
Gillespie appears to know who killed Councilwoman DeLong's sister.
Written by Cynthia Deming and William Royce
Co-Starring
Adair Simon ........... Emily Trundel
Jordan Williams ....... V.J. Trundel
Jeffery Lowery ........
Joseph Wuilkins ........ Pilot
Councilwoman DeLong ventures outside Sparta to find V.J. Trundel, the rich and powerful figure responsible for her sister's murder.
Trundel had a baby boy, Eric, to Harriet's sister. (for sequel to this story - see episode 5.18 'Trundel's Will Be Done')
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Five Times Jill Barnhart Had Sex With Lindsay Boxer, And One Time She Didn't
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"We should stop this," Jill exhaled in a sort of frustrated grunt/groan. Lindsay had ruined another pair of her pantyhose, to the point where Jill wondered why she bought the damn things, at least the more expensive ones. She could only think of one reason to continue buying the damn things. And it was a really good one all things considered.
Lindsay liked ripping them off with her teeth.
One minute, Jill was standing in the middle of the hallway. She didn't see Lindsay so much as she felt her, felt Lindsay's hand sliding into the crook of Jill's elbow and pulling her down some corridor.
"Lindsay," Jill kept her voice flat as she possibly could. Lindsay had that look in her eye. And already Jill could feel her pulse beginning to rise, mouth beginning to water and an uncomfortable heat flaring between her legs.
"Jill," Lindsay answered before pushing her into some closet deep within the bowels of the building and pressing her against a wall.
The room was dark, the only illumination, a sliver of light leaking in from underneath the door.
"Linds," she repeated, softer this time. But Lindsay was already gone from her eyesight. She was on her knees, hands bunching Jill's skirt up above her hips, her face buried between Jill's thighs. She felt the sensation of teeth scraping gently across her skin as it gathered the material of her pantyhose between them. Then tension as Lindsay pulled her head back, gently at first then more forcefully as the material refused to give. But it did. Everyone and everything eventually and always gave in to Lindsay.
The thin strands of nylon crackled and ripped like Fourth of July fireworks. She could feel the cool air on her skin mixed with the wet warmth of Lindsay's breath.
She didn't wear panties. She never wore panties with her hose. That and she figured why bother? She cared more about her panties than her hose. And with Lindsay's teeth constantly tearing them apart she learned to live without them.
It left her feeling open and exposed. Just not for long. Lindsay plowed into her, fat-kid-in-a-pie-eating-contest hungry, and twice as sloppy. All tongue, lips and slurping suction, until all Jill could do was claw at the wall, back bowing from the jagged undulation of her hips.
There was a tiny thought in the back of her head. The one that meant what she'd said when she said this had to end. The clandestine meetings in shadows, or closets. The sneaking around and feeling guilty afterwards, just not guilty enough to stop. Lindsay was the one constant in her life, even if it felt they were spinning their wheels. Too afraid to make that one final move, too afraid to make it stop.
Then, Lindsay slid two fingers inside her, long and deep and curled in just that way that made Jill suck in one final gasping breath before her orgasm overtook her.
Jill jolted and shuddered. Holding her breath to stop the scream erupting from the back of her throat and adding another indiscretion to be discussed in the office gossip pool.
The moments passed. Jill's body-quaking shudders subsided to minor tremors and Lindsay had consumed all Jill could give. She rose to her full height, wrapping her arms around Jill's waist and taking the blonde's weight as Jill attempted to compose herself. Jill draped her arms around Lindsay's neck, panting heavily into her shoulder.
"I hate you," Jill chuckled into Lindsay's neck.
"I know," Lindsay drawled softly, smiling back before tilting her head to press her lips against Jill's. The kiss was soft, slow and leisurely. But there was Lindsay's tongue, grazing across Jill's lips invitingly, and Jill could do nothing but give in to the request. She shivered at the taste of herself on Lindsay's tongue. She could feel her pulse beginning to rise, the receding throbbing at the pit of her stomach flaring into a dull ache. And Jill knew, if she didn't stop now, she wouldn't.
"What are we doing?" She pulled away enough to breathe quietly into Lindsay's open mouth.
"You need a diagram?"
"Linds?"
Lindsay exhaled, knowing this would be as far as she would get today, which was pretty damn far all things considered. Sometimes she pushed too hard on the invisible strands, thick as steel cables and still delicately fragile, that bound her and Jill together.
"I don't know," she finally answered. "I just.. sometimes I need you."
"But," Jill tilted her head upwards to meet Lindsay's eyes, thankful for the darkness of the tiny room. "Why can't you need me all the time?"
"Where the Hell have you been?" Lindsay slammed her apartment door behind Jill with a ferocity that made the walls shake. "I've been looking everywhere for you?"
Jill tilted her head back, exhaling raggedly as her shoulders sagged defeatedly. She'd practically run out of the Court House. It was raining and Jill had forgotten her umbrella. Jill didn't care. She needed to get away from the Court House, the reporters, the smiling lawyers and sympathetic colleagues with their 'I know' eyes. She started walking, and walking, and walking. She walked until the sky went dark and the streetlights turned on. Until she was soaked to the bone, and her $300 dollar shoes squished with every step.
She'd walked for what seemed like, and probably was, miles. And, without realizing it, had arrived on Lindsay's doorstep.
"Walking," she eventually answered Lindsay's question.
The brunette had already pulled off Jill's coat as she pushed Jill towards the bathroom. "We.. I was worried sick about you."
Standing limp and lifeless, Jill allowed Lindsay to undress her. She didn't have the energy to do anything but lift the attached appendages when asked.
"They let him go," she sighed heavily.
"I know," Lindsay answered, her brows furrowing sympathetically. Jill was deathly pale and just as cold. There were dark circles under her eyes and a lack of color in her lips. It was enough to scare Lindsay, but not enough to say anything. She grabbed a thick robe hanging on a hook and wrapped Jill into it, began vigorously rubbing Jill's shoulders and arms trying to warm her up.
"After all the evidence, all that testimony, they just set him free."
"We'll get him." Lindsay placed a towel on Jill's head and began patting her hair dry. "We'll get him."
"Yeah," Jill snorted derisively. "After he's killed again." She placed her hands on Lindsay's wrists, stilling the brunette's motions, to stop the trembles in her own hands. She could feel her stomach knotting with tension, the stinging salt building in the corner of her eyes. "I made a promise, Lindsay, a promise. I told her parents we'd get him, that he wouldn't walk.."
"Hey, hey," Lindsay cupped Jill's face with her hands. "Listen, if I have to call in every favor I'm owed, if I have to tail him 24/7 for the next year, we're gonna get him." She leaned in and pressed her lips to Jill's forehead. "I promise."
"Lindsay," she exhaled in a pained whisper. Her fingers clenched at Lindsay's shirt, hands balling into fists. She felt exhausted and wired, cold and hot, numb and like her very nerve endings were on fire. More than anything, she felt as if at any moment she would fall into a million pieces and the only thing holding her together was Lindsay. And Jill did the only thing that made sense at that moment - she pressed her lips to Lindsay's.
A pained whimper choked upwards from the back of her throat, and Jill really felt as if she were breaking into a million pieces. She wasn't supposed to want this. They were friends, colleagues. But she wanted Lindsay, she needed Lindsay. No one else would understand, no one else could pick her up and put her back together again.
"Please," she gasped as their lips broke apart. "I need you."
Lindsay's skin felt hot against Jill's. The warmth seeped into her, down to her bones, flaring outwards into a dull throbbing heat. Her body molded against Jill's like she'd been built just for Jill. She was strong, and smooth, and sweat-soaked skin slippery. Jill wrapped her arms around Lindsay's neck and torso wanting to feel all of her. And when Lindsay slipped her fingers between Jill's legs, Jill opened and arched into her, meeting her stroke for stroke until they were nothing but sweat and heat and friction and headboard slapping against the wall fucking. Because Jill needed to feel wanted, and loved, and alive. And no one could give her that but Lindsay.
She came hard writhing under Lindsay, nails digging into her back as those long, nimble fingers drew out her orgasm like a bow slowly drawing across strings.
After an eternity, Jill slowly opened her eyes. Lindsay was gazing down at her, triumphant Cheshire-cat grin with smoky eyes and dimples.
"Somebody's pleased with herself," she chuckled lightly.
"I like making you come," she said before gently drawing her tongue across Jill's bottom lip.
"You're very good at it."
"Practice does make perfect."
"Lindsay." Jill quieted, her voice lowering seriously. She'd once prepared a speech, two speeches actually. Speech number one was 'the breakup' speech, when one of them was supposed to be brave enough to end the thing between them that wasn't supposed to happen anymore. Speech number two was trickier. It had taken months to prepare, months of revising, re-revising, practicing in the mirror, dropping words and adding paragraphs. But, in the end, Jill could only settle on three little words.
"Lindsay, I.." she stammered, not quite sure what to say. It was so much easier when it was just her reflection in the mirror instead of two brown eyes gazing back at her.
Whether Lindsay anticipated what Jill was trying to say, Jill didn't know. Lindsay's lips had moved to Jill's neck, and her fingers were still inside her doing that slow, stroking, swirly thing with her fingertips. Jill said the next best thing, because as much as she wanted to say speech number two, speech number one was the logical outcome. And there was always time in the future for speech number one.
"I think," Jill purred. "I think I'd like to come again."
"Gah!" Lindsay grunted in frustration, flopping backwards onto the pillow and draping an arm over her face. "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry." Jill leisurely kissed her way up Lindsay's stomach. "It happens to everyone."
"Not to me, it doesn't."
"Yes," she kissed Lindsay on the chin. "Even to the great Lindsay Boxer."
Jill rolled off of Lindsay and on to her side, propping her head up with her hand. "You wanna talk about it?"
"My inability to perform?" Lindsay mumbled through the arm on her face. "I think I've suffered enough humiliations for one day."
Jill pursed her lips to keep from saying anything. She'd learned, in situations like these, it was always best to let Lindsay decide when she wanted to talk rather than pry it out of her. She placed her freehand onto Lindsay's stomach, began gently caressing up and down the smooth plain of her skin.
"Well," she spoke after several quiet moments, her eyes twinkling playfully in the dim light. "If it makes you feel any better, my jaw was starting to hurt."
Lindsay chuckled, pulling her arm off her face and tucking it behind her head. "Fuck you."
"I was trying, but somebody's in a mood."
"Fuck you twice."
"I would." Jill pulled her hand towards Lindsay's breast, grazing her thumb across the nipple as she massaged the flesh with her fingers. "But then somebody would have to come for the first time for me to move forward to the second."
"You're an ass, you know that? A hot, adorable, incredibly sexy ass, but an ass nonetheless."
"Don't forget," Jill playfully pinched Lindsay's nipple just enough to make Lindsay's breath hitch, "intelligent and incredibly hot in the sack."
Lindsay licked her lips. "How could I forget."
"You did." She released Lindsay's nipple, drifting her hand down across Lindsay's stomach and sliding it between her legs. "But you were in a mood."
Lindsay grunted softly. "Moods change."
"Do they?" She asked coyly before leaning down to drag her tongue around an areola. "And what mood are we in now?"
"Don't know." Lindsay breathed heavily and smiled. "How's your jaw?"
"Depends." Jill kissed the space between Lindsay's breasts. "On what you're asking."
"I think you know what I'm asking."
She scraped her teeth down Lindsay's stomach, feeling the muscles twitch under her touch. She lifted her head slightly, all coy grin and twinkling blue eyes. "Do I?"
"Yes," Lindsay hissed, her hands already reaching for the slats on the headboard. "Don't make me say it."
"No," Jill paused to circle her tongue around Lindsay's bellybutton. "I want to hear you say it. You know I love it when you talk dirty."
"Fuck," Lindsay grunted in frustration, slamming her head back onto the pillow.
Jill had learned many things about Lindsay during their years together. The one thing that took her by surprise - Lindsay wasn't a fan of oral sex. More specifically, Lindsay wasn't a fan of someone performing oral sex on her. It's not that she didn't enjoy it, which she did, immensely and repeatedly, Jill made sure of that. Lindsay didn't like being vulnerable. And she saw someone going down on her as the ultimate act of vulnerability, of being open and exposed and submissive to someone else. It was an act of trust and Lindsay trusted very few people with her most delicate of body parts. That she trusted Jill turned Jill on in ways she could never fully explain.
Of course, that didn't mean Jill wouldn't make Lindsay beg for it. She parted the wet and swollen folds with her fingers, leaned in until her lips were a hair's breath from Lindsay's clit, pursed her lips and exhaled, her breath warm and wet and gale force strong. She felt Lindsay shudder, her hips arching upwards convulsively searching for friction. Jill pulled her head back slightly to avoid contact.
"Uh, uh, uh," she teased. "Not until you say the magic word."
"Goddammit, Jill! Would you," Lindsay hissed between clenched teeth. "Would you just fuck me!"
It was all the encouragement Jill needed. She pounced onto Lindsay, moaning hungrily as her lips wrapped around Lindsay's clit and she slid two fingers inside her. It wasn't like before where she had to initiate Lindsay's arousal. This time, Lindsay was wet, hot and wanting it, grinding onto Jill's tongue, clenching around her fingers like she'd never had her pussy eaten before.
Jill took Lindsay to the edge and pushed her over, battering Lindsay's clit with her tongue while squeezing it tight with her lips, pumping her fingers inside and out until Lindsay was a squirming live-wire beneath her. She didn't stop until she felt Lindsay's fingers digging into her shoulders begging for release.
She kissed her way back up Lindsay's frame, kissing and licking the salt off her skin, suckling her breasts, planting butterfly kisses along Lindsay's neck and jaw. She thread their legs together, pressing her thigh against Lindsay and slowly grinding her hips, milking Lindsay of every last shudder and twitch.
The time passed, their heartbeats slowing to a soft, comfortable rhythm. Jill nuzzled into Lindsay's neck quietly drifting off to sleep.
"Tom wants a divorce."
"What?" Jill's eyes snapped open as she lifted her head off Lindsay's neck. "Why? Does he know about us?"
"No! God, no," Lindsay answered. Her eyes were open and glued to the ceiling. "I think he'd kill us both if he knew."
"But why? I thought you two were.." Her voice trailed off. 'Happy' didn't seem the right word. She knew things were strained between the two. But she also felt if there were two people who could work it out, it would be Lindsay and Tom.
"Happy? Not in a long time." Lindsay shrugged. "Ever since I.. we lost the baby and the 'Kiss Me Not' case, things have been.. strained. I think asking for a divorce is Tom's way of a cry for help. To try and make things work."
"What do you think?"
"I'm not sure I want to make it work."
There was a moment where Jill's heart skipped a beat, where she wondered if she was reading more into this than she should. "You know I'm here for you, right? Anything you need."
Lindsay smiled, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from Jill's forehead. "I need this. I need you," she said before lifting her head and pressing her lips to Jill's.
The next morning, Jill awoke alone.
"Have you lost your mind?" Jill squeaked loudly. "Lindsay, I was joking!"
"You were?" Lindsay squinted her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure."
"I don't know." The smile returned to her lips. "Do you think I would be standing here, wearing this," she used both hands and pointed towards her crotch, "if I thought you were joking?"
Jill exhaled, pressing a hand to her forehead. Lindsay had shown up at her door unexpectedly. "I wasn't serious."
"You should know by now that I take sex seriously." She stepped closer towards Jill, playfully tugging on the ends of Jill's shirt with her hands. "I take sex with you very seriously." Lindsay wagged her eyebrows. "You wanna touch it?"
"No!" Jill squeaked, backing away from Lindsay only to be stopped by the kitchen counter. "I don't want to touch it!"
"You sure?" Lindsay stepped into Jill, backing her against the counter and pressing into her. She purred low and throaty. "C'mon, it's awesome. It's so snug and fitting. I don't even feel like I have to break it in."
"Oh yeah, if you wanna use it so bad, why don't you ask Tom?"
"Tom's not the one who says he fantasizes about me fucking him with a strapon."
"I told you, I was joking." Jill licked her lips with a suddenly dry tongue. Lindsay was doing that thing with her lips on Jill's neck. The thing that made it hard to think let alone breathe. In the moments she could think, Jill decided she would have to start wearing fewer skirts. Lindsay had a habit of wrinkling them. Plus, it made Jill feel 'easy', like all Lindsay had to do was purr with her smoky voice, caress her with her strong, thin hands and Jill was lifting her skirt and opening her legs giving Lindsay quick access.
Already, Lindsay was pressed against her, muscling her way between Jill's not quite protesting thighs. And Jill could feel it – thick and hard and bulging under Lindsay's tight jeans. Lindsay rolled her hips, grinding it against Jill and, already, Jill was fucking dripping wet. Because she hadn't really been joking when she told Lindsay over cocktails her fantasy. But never in a million years did she think Lindsay would take her seriously.
It had been months since they'd been together. Lindsay and Tom were supposed to be 'working things out'. Jill was supposed to be moving on. A sort of 'don't ask, don't tell' impasse. Then, she was having drinks with Lindsay. And after one too many, divulging a fantasy she'd never intended to spill.
Now Lindsay was in her apartment, the counter digging into Jill's back as Jill was about to ruin another pair of pantyhose and Lindsay hadn't even fucked her.
"Jesus, Linds," Jill panted into Lindsay's mouth, her fingers gripping vice-like onto Lindsay's leather jacket because her legs had turned to jelly and she wasn't sure she could stand anymore.
"Is that a yes?" It was supposed to be a question, it rolled off Lindsay's lips more like a statement of fact.
"Good. Now.." Lindsay stepped backwards, away from Jill and towards the bedroom, taunting her with the slow swagger of her hips and a hungry, predatory smile on her lips. "Take off your clothes."
Jill's hands were shaking and by the time she entered her bedroom, she was practically ripping the remainder of her clothes off her body. All while Lindsay watched her with dark, smoky eyes. She'd seen Jill naked for what seemed a hundred times but as Jill removed her last article of clothing and stood naked in her own bedroom she felt vulnerable.
Lindsay hadn't even begun to remove her own clothes. She stood at the edge of Jill's bed, hands tucked casually into her jeans pockets watching Jill undress.
She strode towards Lindsay, trying to hide the shakiness in her legs. She placed a hand on the collar of Lindsay's jacket. "Aren't you going to take off your clothes?"
"Nope." Lindsay pressed the back of her index finger onto Jill's stomach, slowly drew the digit upwards, between Jill's breasts then up to the bottom of her chin, tilting Jill's head upwards. "On the bed."
The bed was only two feet away and still it felt like forever for Jill to get there. She turned and sat down, scooting backwards until her legs no longer draped over the edge.
"Uh-uh," Lindsay shook her head back and forth while she peeled out of her leather jacket and tossed it onto a chair. "Roll over."
Jill swallowed hard, realizing she must have been drunker than she thought to vocalize that particular aspect of her fantasy. Nervously, she rolled over onto all fours, leaning down onto her elbows. She thought she heard a soft whimper but she couldn't tell over the loud hammering of her heart.
The bed dipped and squeaked lightly. She heard other sounds, a soft click and a soft, slurpy sound like lotion squeezed through a tube. Then she felt it - lube, cold and viscous poured liberally over the crack of her ass and sliding downwards. Next came the feel of Lindsay's fingers, massaging and exploratory, until every millimeter of Jill's pussy was sticky wet and slippery. Jill hissed, sucking her lower lip between her teeth to keep from forcing her hips backwards onto Lindsay's fingers.
There were more sounds, the ones that made Jill shiver in anticipation. The tinny clanking of a metal belt buckle unclasping, a button pushed through thick denim, the ragged tearing open of a zipper.
She felt Lindsay's hand on her ass, unusually warm and slick with nervous sweat. Then she felt it. Drawn teasingly and tauntingly over her lips and Jill pushed back with her hips because she wanted, she needed the penetration. Not because Lindsay had never been inside her. Just not like this.
"Jill," Lindsay's voice broke through the hazy fog of Jill's mind. "If it's too much let me know."
"Jesus," Jill grunted. "Would you shut up and fuck me."
Lindsay chuckled with the slightest tinge of a low, hungry purr, then slowly pushed her hips forward. Jill exhaled a keening whimper extending with every inch slowly pushed inside her.
"How's that?" Lindsay asked.
Typical Lindsay, Jill thought, knowing exactly what Jill needed, even when Jill didn't. It was perfect - long enough and thick enough without being too much.
"Perfect," Jill answered with a slow lick of her lips.
Lindsay began rolling her hips in a slow arcing motion, practically pulling it all the way out then slowly driving it back in. Jill moaned with each agonizingly slow thrust, her hands balling the sheets into tight fists. She pushed back her hips, matching Lindsay's rhythm and encouraging her to increase the pace.
Until their slow, steady rhythm crescendoed into a frantic, headboard-slamming-against-the-wall pace. Jill yelped with each hard jut of Lindsay's hips. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth gaping open. She tried her best to hold back, to quell the rising tension twisting deep in her gut, to extend the fantasy turned reality just a little while longer.
Lindsay had other ideas. She slid her hand over Jill's hip, then between her legs, pressing her fingers against Jill's clit and rubbing vigorously. Jill bolted and jerked, an expletive caught in the back of her throat, exhaled as nothing but a guttural moan. Jill could hold back no more. Like a sun gone supernova, she exploded. Her back curled, hips jerked and undulated wildly, muscles clenched and trembled, her feral scream muffled as she buried her face into the mattress.
Muscles turned to jelly and panting heavily, Jill collapsed onto the mattress. Lindsay gently and expertly turned Jill over, making sure to keep the plastic cock inside her and Jill began to wonder if this wasn't Lindsay's first time using the apparatus. She pressed their mouths together, battering Jill's tongue with her own and not stopping until Jill pulled away to gasp for air.
"Jesus Lindsay," Jill panted, trying wrestle some control over her sense.
"Jesus Lindsay," she grinned cockily. "I like that. Maybe I can get a placard or a nametag with that on it."
"Yes. Because that's just what you need something else to stroke your oversized ego."
"I don't know about oversized but I'm definitely onboard for the stroking part." She teased with a quick jabbing thrust of her hips that made Jill hiss and a new set of shudders to overtake her body. "Was it all you imagined and more?"
Jill waited for her shudders to subside, licking her lips slowly before opening her eyes. "Maybe."
"Maybe? It's not nice to taunt the woman wearing the plastic cock. Makes her think she might have to give you a spanking."
"Is that a fantasy of yours?"
"Maybe."
"Well then, I think I feel the need to confess." She tilted her head up, flicking her tongue across Lindsay's lips. "Because I've been a very bad girl."
Jill bounced softly in her heels, her fingers tapping animatedly on the handle of her briefcase. Lindsay stood next to her in the elevator. Eyes closed, hands tucked into her jeans pockets and her head resting back against the wall.
"Oh my God," Lindsay peered at her through a barely cracked open eye. "Are you humming?"
"Yes. I hum when I'm happy," Jill explained. "I can't help it if I'm happy. You should be happy too."
"If by 'happy' you mean 'drunk' then, yeah, you're happy." Lindsay re-closed her eye and tilted her head back. "And I am happy. I'm just using my inside smile."
"I'm not drunk." Which was partially true. They'd gone out for drinks and while Jill had a glass of wine and was considerably buzzed, it wasn't from the drink. "We did good today."
"No," Lindsay leaned over to nudge Jill with her shoulder. "You did good today."
"I couldn't have done it without you."
"True," Lindsay shrugged, pausing long enough for both of them to chuckle. "Doesn't mean you didn't play your part well."
The elevator stopped at Jill's floor. Jill exited first, Lindsay following. Jill slowed down enough until they walked shoulder to shoulder. "You didn't have to walk me home, you know."
"I didn't. We took a cab."
"This is your night. What kind of partner would I be if I didn't make sure you got home safe and sound."
Jill stopped in front of her door. "Partner?"
"Yeah," Lindsay leaned against the door jamb. "I think we make a great team. Don't you?"
"Yeah," She paused, turning to face Lindsay and leaning against the other side of the door. "I do." Instinctively, Jill reached out, pressing her fingers lightly onto Lindsay's cheek. "You look tired." It was a bit of an understatement, there were dark circles under Lindsay's eyes, her skin a bit pale. She'd been working pedal-to-the-metal for the past week, helping Jill with the details of her case to make sure he went away for good.
"You should go home, get some sleep."
"Your couch is closer." She nodded towards the closed door.
"I don't have a couch." Jill had just moved into the apartment yesterday. The movers weren't coming for another two days. She had nothing but a desk, a bed and dozens and dozens of unopened boxes.
"You got a bed?"
Her heart skipped a beat then took off at a galloping pace. It took Jill a moment to realize she'd stopped breathing. Lindsay couldn't be asking what Jill thought she was asking. But Jill's hand was on Lindsay's skin. Before she could think, her thumb was grazing across Lindsay's lips and they felt smooth and soft and warm. Then Jill was moving, closing the distance between them because as good as Lindsay's lips felt on her thumb, she wanted to know what they felt like on her lips.
The kiss was soft, tentative, like trying to decipher between a dream and reality. Lindsay's lips opened and Jill felt the soft rush of warm, wet air on her lips. She took the opening as an invitation, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue inside. There was a moment where it felt.. right. Like she was supposed to be kissing Lindsay. Like it was supposed to feel good and right and perfect like a first time kiss should.
Then Jill's cognitive brain took over and she remembered things weren't quite so perfect. Like the fact that Lindsay was married. That Jill was a lawyer, she'd become an attorney to uphold the law. Infidelity wasn't technically against the law, but it was still breaking the rules.
It was wrong. Jill couldn't fall down that slippery slope nor could she take Lindsay with her.
She pulled her head back, breaking the kiss, slipping her hand off Lindsay's face and backing away. "Jesus, Lindsay," she stammered. "I'm sorry. I don't know.."
"Jill.."
"..I was just.. I.."
"Jill!" Lindsay placed both hands on Jill's face and pulled the woman back towards her until their lips were once again pressed against each other. Harder, urgent and hungry. She didn't pull them apart until Jill practically melted under Lindsay's touch. "You didn't answer my question," she panted into Jill's mouth. "You got a bed?"
By the time Jill opened the door and the two stumbled backwards into her apartment, Jill was shaking. She dropped/tossed her briefcase into the blackness of her apartment. They stumbled in the darkness, Jill maneuvering them towards the bedroom, knocking against boxes and books and the odd shoe. Connected at the lips, their hands fumbling against each other attempting to peel off their clothes. Lindsay won the battle, she'd removed Jill's coat, shirt and shoes (with a little help from Jill) by the time they reached the bedroom. All Jill had managed to remove was Lindsay's jacket which still hung from one arm as Jill's calves bumped against the edge of the bed.
It was an odd silent negotiation of give and take, kiss and uncover. Jill reached around to unclasp her bra while Lindsay worked on the zipper of Jill's skirt. Jill worked on the buttons of Lindsay's shirt, while Lindsay removed her belt and then jeans.
"Lindsay I.." Jill sat down on the edge of the bed, her legs too shaky to continue standing on. "I've never.." Her voice trailed off and her eyes wandered downwards to Lindsay's breasts where her hands had wandered subconsciously. The dark nipples contrasted against Jill's pale fingers.
Lindsay placed two fingers under Jill's chin, tilting the blonde's head up and their eyes met. She leaned down, pressing their lips together once more before pulling away. "Never what?"
She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a croaked whisper. "Been with a woman." A married woman, the logical part of her brain internally corrected her. This was the part where Jill was supposed to say 'no', or 'stop' or 'don't'. It would be one of those moments they could chalk up to the alcohol, or just never talk about it again.
Except, she still held Lindsay's breasts in her hands, Lindsay's taste still lingering on her tongue. And Lindsay was looking down at her, smoldering, teetering towards pure lust. And Jill realized 'no' stopped being an option the moment she put her key in the door.
"Have you?" She finally managed to speak again. "Been with a woman?"
"Don't worry." Lindsay smiled almost predatorily. She leaned into Jill, pushing her backwards onto the bed. "I'll be gentle."
Lindsay kept to her word. She started with soft, butterfly kisses along the line of Jill's jaw, working her way down, worshipping Jill's breasts with her fingers, lips and tongue. Jill sucked her lower lip between her teeth, suppressing her whimpering moans.
When it felt like Jill couldn't take anymore, when her nipples throbbed and ached with a liquid heat that rippled across her skin, Lindsay moved lower. She scraped her teeth gently down the center of Jill's stomach, circled her tongue around Jill's bellybutton while her fingers played along the skin of Jill's thighs.
"Jesus Christ," Jill thought to herself, lifting her hips to allow Lindsay room to remove Jill's panties. "Lindsay Boxer's about to go down on me."
Nervous, Jill kept her eyes glued to the ceiling. Every time she closed them, she saw stars and her head felt dizzy, like closing her eyes made her other senses sharper and she couldn't handle the intensity. She didn't want to look down either. Jill wasn't sure she could handle Lindsay staring at her with her dark and smoky eyes without coming before Lindsay had a chance to touch her.
So, Jill stared at the ceiling. Lindsay had moved off the bed, kneeling between Jill's open legs. Jill felt Lindsay's hands on Jill's hips, pulling her down until her hips sat on the edge. Then her thighs were on Lindsay's shoulders, and Lindsay's breath was right there. Wet and hot and so fucking close, Jill snapped her eyes shut, slammed her head back onto the mattress. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth and bit, anything to just hold on, to keep the twisting tension coiling in the pit of her stomach from snapping. Because she wanted it. She wanted it soo bad she couldn't breathe. She couldn't think.
"Jill," Lindsay called out to her, cutting through the foggy haze. "Jill!"
"What?" She snapped back, slamming a fist onto the bed.
"Open your eyes. Open your eyes and look at me, Jill."
It wasn't a request.
Jill strained her eyes open, propped herself up on wobbly elbows. She looked down to see Lindsay staring up at her, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of her lips.
"Watch me," she whispered huskily before dipping her face lower, eyes glued onto Jill's.
Somehow, Jill had forgotten to breathe. And when Lindsay's tongue softly licked up the line of her pussy, her lungs exploded in a throaty groan. Lindsay started slow with exploratory and teasing licks, parting the folds, teasing her opening, flicking across her clit.
Jill began to roll her hips with a feverish urgency. Lindsay pleasured her with a slow symphony of licking and sucking, friction and pressure. But it wasn't enough. Not anymore. The tension tightening within her instantly built to a fever pitch. She couldn't hold back anymore.
And Lindsay gave Jill just what she needed. She clamped her lips around Jill's clit, pulling, sucking, battering the tiny bundle of nerves with her tongue. Jill couldn't keep her eyes open any longer, couldn't stay upright on her shaky arms. She collapsed backwards onto the bed, hands balling into fists, back bowing, hips pumping wildly. She squirmed and wriggled like her body had lost all coordination. A keening wail exploding from her mouth as the orgasm ripped through her body.
An eternity later, after she's begged Lindsay to stop because the intensity was too much, when her spasms turned to minor shivers, and her breathing returned to something resembling normal, Jill opened her eyes.
Lindsay was curled next to her, one hand propping up her head while the other danced softly across Jill's stomach, a warm smile plastered across her lips.
"Jesus," Jill chuckled.
"You keep calling me that and I'm going to start getting a complex."
"Like you don't have one already." They shared a chuckle before quieting into a comfortable silence. Jill reached out and placed her hand onto Lindsay's cheek, caressing Lindsay's lips with her thumb. "Lindsay, I.."
The words never came out. Lindsay leaned down, pressing her lips to Jill's. Jill acquiesced. Opened her mouth, shivered at the taste of herself on Lindsay's tongue.
"This doesn't have to be anything more than what it is."
"What is this?" Jill asked. But it was the wrong question. She already knew what it was. What she wanted to ask was what if she wanted more. But she didn't because it would mean more talking, talking about things she wasn't sure either was ready to handle at the moment.
"What is this?" Lindsay smiled softly. "The beginning of a beautiful friendship."
"She's about to pop!"
Jill heard someone's voice, Claire's perhaps, over the dull throbbing of her own heartbeat pounding against her eardrums.
It's not that she'd never seen a dead body before. She had. But the bodies she'd previously viewed were in the morgue. Sure, she always got queasy but there was a clinical detachment to it. They'd been cleaned and scrubbed, partially covered with a tarp or a sheet, and Jill typically viewed them from behind the protection of a thick sheet of glass or, at least, twenty feet away.
This time was different. She was no more than five feet away, only nineteen years old and her life already over. She'd been dead less than an hour. Her skin still had color. Her eyes open, still bright and shiny blue as if she would wake up at any second. The blood pooled around her head from the deep gash across her neck. It dripped viscously from her neck onto the floor, like somewhere deep inside her, her heart was still barely beating.
Then there were the smells. The other ugly reminders of death they don't teach you in a textbook or can't smell from behind a thick sheet of glass. Blood and bile, the release of bladder and bowels.
Instinctively, Jill placed the back of her hand to her mouth. Her head began to spin. Her stomach clenched and trembled. There might have been a gag in there somewhere but Jill was too queasy to notice.
She felt someone encroaching her from behind. Two strong hands grabbed her by the arms and pulled her out of the room. They quickly wove their way through Detectives, uniformed cops and Forensics. Jill could feel her cheeks flushing pink. This was her first case. Vomiting on the crime scene wasn't the impression she wanted to make.
They made their way outside. There was a tree on the other side of the sidewalk. Jill pressed a hand against it for support before bending over and emptying the contents of her stomach.
Her savior placed a hand on her back, gently rubbing below her shoulder blades.
Jill pulled a tissue from her pocket, wiping her mouth before standing up. "Thanks," she mumbled softly. She turned towards her knight in shining armor and stopped in her tracks. She'd been expecting a detective, she hadn't expected long brown hair and dark eyes.
"Don't worry," Lindsay smiled sympathetically. "Everybody pops their first time. C'mon." She coyly nodded her head towards a parked police car while gently placing her hand on the small of Jill's back.
The two leaned against the car. Jill placed her hands in her pockets while taking slow deep breaths to quell the fluttering butterflies in her stomach.
Lindsay reached into her pocket and pulled out a small packet of saltines. She handed them to Jill. "Here. They held with the nausea."
"Thanks." Jill opened the packet and began nibbling on the corner of a cracker. "I don't even know your name."
"Lindsay Boxer." She extended a hand.
"Oh God," Jill mumbled, the queasiness in her stomach returning. "Jill Barnhart, DA's.."
"I know who you are."
"Somehow, that doesn't make me feel any better."
"Like I said," she nudged Jill with her shoulder. "Everybody pops their first time."
"Did you?"
She smiled a lop-sided grin, shrugging her shoulders. "No."
Jill rolled her eyes. "Figures."
"It was my third. And I had the pleasure of sitting in the back of an ambulance while a paramedic placed a cold compress on the back of my neck and my ex-partner bitched me out for embarrassing him."
"Wow. Somehow, a mini pep-talk and stale saltines don't seem so bad in comparison."
The two fell into a comfortable silence. Lindsay folded her arms across her chest. Her eyes made their way towards the apartment and the window of the latest victim. "You didn't have to come here, you know."
"Yes I did," Jill answered. The words firing quickly off her tongue. Lindsay turned her head to stare at her. "She deserves the best. Not someone who sees her as a case number and," she paused to chuckle as her cheeks lightly flushed, "someone who doesn't puke at a crime scene."
"Don't worry. We'll get him. Well, I'll get him and you'll put him away."
"Thanks."
Jacobi exited the apartment. Standing at the entrance, he searched around with his eyes until he made contact with Lindsay.
"I gotta go back inside." She fished into her pocket and pulled out her business card. "Here's my card. If you need anything. Or just, you know, wanna talk, don't hesitate to give me a call. There's a really great diner with a rhubarb pie that's like sex on a plate."
"Sex on a plate?" Jill grinned, tucking the card into her pocket. "I'll remember that."
Jill tucked her hands into her pockets, watching Lindsay as she reentered the apartment. She felt warm and comfortable and not quite as queasy as before. Her stomach still fluttered softly but Jill pushed away the thought in the back of her mind as to the reasons why her stomach still felt full of butterflies.
She called Lindsay later that night.
And Lindsay was right, the pie was 'sex on a plate'.

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This literary thriller (368 pages) was published in April of 2017 by Flatiron Books. The book takes you to the theater department of art school. Melissa read If We Were Villains and loved it; it wouldn't be on our site if she didn't recommend it.
If We Were Villains
M.L. Rio
This coming-of-age murder mystery is set in the acting program of an arts college populated by sensitive, eager young things. When drama of Shakespearean levels begins to unfold offstage, the line between acting and real-life isn't just blurred, it's obliterated.
When we first meet Oliver Marks, he's being released from jail after serving 10 years for a murky crime. As he and the detective who put him away spar over the old days, the real story of what happened at Dellecher Classical Conservatory finally comes to light.
When Oliver and six other students became fast friends at school, it was all quoting the classics and good-natured ribbing in drama class. But eventually, they fell into playing the same characters onstage and off — hero, villain, femme fatale, ingénue, sidekick — until some of them began to resent the way they'd been cast.
During their fourth and final year at the Conservatory, the competition and resentments among them heat up and violence mars opening night of the Scottish play. The ensuing police investigation leads to an arrest, but what really happened behind the scenes?
Author M.L. Rio has created an ensemble cast that perfectly captures the precociousness, insecurity, and vulnerability of being a creative 20-something who fully expects to set the world on fire. The drama students sashay around the school, reciting Shakespeare to each other, not realizing until it's far too late that the themes of the bard's plays and sonnets — jealousy, revenge, madness, betrayal, passion — swirl around them.
This novel is great fun and deliciously dark, and it works even if you're not overly familiar with Shakespeare's output. The students and faculty helpfully fill in whatever gaps might exist in your knowledge of Macbeth, Julius Caesar, Romeo and Juliet, and the sonnets through their conversations and performances. It's smart, literate, surprising, and devilishly twisty — an appropriate homage to the verse that's the benchmark for English literature.
How could we explain that standing on a stage and speaking someone else's words as if they are your own is less an act of bravery than a desperate lunge at mutual understanding? An attempt to forge that tenuous link between speaker and listener and communicate something, anything, of substance. — M.L. Rio
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Update: Sold on ebay for $306.59. "New Old Stock is golden," the New York Times quoted me. 🙂 Yup, I am the huntress: Another rare and wonderful oddity found in the package and for sale on ebay: A Westinghouse Appliance Center, a newley discovered design maybe. In this ebay carousel, there also is a highly desirable revolving hidden Hall-Mack toothbrush holder.
Precautionary Pam reminds, if you buy the appliance center, be sure to consult with a licensed professional over wiring and installation.
I had those stickers! I put them all over my violin case, which my sister has.
Her daughter plays it now. The stickers look a little ragged, the ones that have survived, anyway. I just saw them last summer!
No, I didn't put any on the violin. I was a trouble maker, but I feared the consequences of that decorating idea, from both my parents and my violin teacher!
I don't really get it. Oh, I get the NOS oddity conversation piece factor, I just don't get why anyone would actually want to use one.
You have to arrange all your counter top appliances within cord reach of the appliance center. Multiple outlets, especially if on different circuits, seems much more sensible. Is the idea that this device keeps you from overloading circuits?
Hence still in box. Somebody got it for Mother's Day, said, "Hmph. Thank you. I guess," then stored it in the attic?
We are moving into a rental house that has a kitchen timer very similar to this one. Our landlords didn't know what it was, but said it was just easier to leave it than to remove it. However, if we ever wanted to remove it we were welcome to. It's an old westinghouse & looks more like the one in this photo https://retrorenovation.com/2009/01/26/house-hunting-the-perfect-mid-century-house-in-portland-oregon/ Are people actually looking for these?
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Finally the second away game of the season arrived and we were off 140km south to the city of Thanh Hoa. Thanh Hoa City is the capital of Thanh Hoa province and has a population of around 197,000; it's located just 16km from the coast and the popular local beach town of Sam Son.
Getting there we opted for the bus, not as comfortable as the train but slightly quicker. Alarms rang early on Saturday morning, coffee cured the early moans of 'I can't be bothered' and we were soon on our way to the bus station; but not before a mad dash back to the house as I'd forgotten the all important breakfast sandwiches; a feature of my football travelling for well over a decade now! That was a close call.
Buses head south from My Dinh station in the west of Hanoi. My Dinh is a typical bus station with plenty of people willing to take you to their bus for an inevitable kick back from the driver. First we were offered a sleeper bus that didn't seem likely to move for a few more hours and seeing as the journey would only take 3hrs a bed would have been excessive. Finally another guy was marching us through the crowds of people to his bus that proudly displayed its sign saying 'Thanh Hoa', and it was already half full. Sure enough it filled up quickly and my excitement kicked in; we were on our way. Or I thought we were. Leaving the station was a tricky task with bus drivers seemingly thinking they were still driving their motorbikes and all heading simultaneously for any small space vaguely in the direction of the exit. Some 30 minutes later and we finally crawled out of the station; we were really on our way now!
The journey was good; a comfortable bus, negotiable fare as normal, nice scenery around the karsk formations of Ninh Binh province and the Jason Statham box set rolling out all is greatest action film including the rather apt Transporter. Just over three hours later we were passing through what we believed to be our destination and gestured to get off the bus; whilst the bus was still moving and in to the middle lane of oncoming traffic we jumped off in Thanh Hoa. The driver didn't even pull over to the pavement for us.
Thanh Hoa seems to be a rather pleasant town with a very different pace than that of Hanoi. The roads and pavements are wide and there's plenty of space to wander around amongst the nicely manicured parks. The locals were very intrigued by us; not too many foreigners would normally stop and we were consistently greeted with 'hello' and plenty of long stares. We made for the stadium early, after the large crowd of last week we were optimistic of more fans.
The stadium, San Van Dong Thanh Hoa, is small with two single tier stands running down either side. Outside fans were gathering for a pre-match meal or beers in the numerous cafes that lined the street opposite the main entrance. In search of the 'away' fans section we wandered around the ground. Panic set in when we couldn't find a separate entrance or even any other T&T fans. Eventually we spotted some Hanoians and followed in the hope they would lead us to the secret gate. They too seemed a little lost and after some awkward smiles, waves and handshakes we were now a larger group of lost fans. Time for another lap of the stadium, by now plenty of stares were heading the way of the ever expanding group of T&T fans that seemed to just be walking aimlessly around and who had gathered the only two foreigners amongst their ranks.
This situation soon got the attention of the Vietnamese TV crew who were interviewing fans and filming the build up to the match. It was time for my Vietnamese TV debut. I say Vietnamese debut as I'd previously been on Kids TV in China dancing with a midget in a bear suit singing nursery rhymes but that's another story. As the camera and mic were set in place a number of local Thanh Hoa fans gathered around to view the Englishman give his verdict on today's upcoming match and Vietnamese football in general. The T&T fans didn't seem interest one bit except one women trying to get her daughter on TV by pushing her to stand next to me. The reporter, with suddenly impeccable English then began asking a range of questions; Why do you support T&T? will you go to EVERY game? What do you think of Vietnamese fans? Is Cazorla Arsenals best player? will they, in my opinion make the top four of the Premiership this year?
So there it was; back to the EPL. A couple of foreigners had traveled to bizarrely watch T&T play away at Thanh Hoa and obviously caused a bit of a stir by turning up. However, the conversation finishing on how I see Arsenal finishing this year goes to show how important the English league is here, good fun but a bit disappointing seeing as what looked to be a near sell out crowd was embarking on the stadium to enjoy Vietnamese football.
Finally we were on what was hopefully our way into the away section; we set off around the ground again. This time once we reached the far corner a gate seemed to have magically appeared and was wide open with a few policemen nearby and the red wig wearing T&T Fan standing with a handful of match tickets. He gave us a quizzical look, handed two tickets over which we in turn passed to the the policeman who ripped it to shreds and we were ushered inside; but we hadn't paid and on each attempt to were knocked back friendly smiles.
The stadium is old with two large stepped concrete banks for stands and no seats. The pitch looked horrendous with large patches of grass missing and an incredibly uneven playing surface. Along with the other 50-60 fans that seemed to find the magical gate before us and had already decorated our section with the yellow flags of T&T and set up the drums, we were set for a great afternoon. As with our first away game we were greeted with flags, headbands and T-shirts (although there was no chance that I was getting in to what seemed to be an extra small shirt,I did try though, much to the delight of those sitting nearby). This time however we were recognised by those that also made the trip to Ninh Binh; the foreigners had returned and seemed to be actual T&T fans. This was great, especially as we met a fellow fan named Nam who was able to translate many of the questions that the others fans had for us…….which were a lot.
As the game neared, the party atmosphere in the away section got in to full swing and through the numerous flags I could see the home sections were swelling with fans, with many climbing various steps/walls in search of a decent view. The houses behind each goal also proved a popular vantage spot.
The game got underway in glorious evening sunshine and T&T began brightly, similar to the SLNA match and were passing with confidence. Early chances came as T&T looked for Gonzalo and Samson at every opportunity. Vinh Loi in the Thanh Hoa goal fancied his moment on TV too and produced a couple of acrobatic saves early on. Thanh Hoa couldn't get hold of the ball with T&T pressing well when not in possession and seeking to get the ball out wide with each attack.
Thanh Hoa then did break forward and a nice pass led Hoang Duong in to the T&T area, who then under pressure from the T&T defence threw himself in to the air, pirouetted and rolled around on the ground. The referee blew for a penalty. An unbelievable dive! Rightly so both Thanh Luong and Cristiano were furious with the officials. Ceh stepped up and converted for the home side, 0-1. The home fans celebrated wildly. As the game resumed T&T continued to dominate with Thanh Hoa looking like a rather average team but were somehow leading. The T&T fans continued singing and cheering the team onwards.
The home fans decided it was time for 20 minutes worth of Mexican waves. With ten minutes until half time Thanh Hoa began wasting time and committing innocuous fouls whenever possible; with 55 minutes left of the match! This infuriated Hanoi but was also a sign of their dominance as Thanh Hoa were desperate to disrupt any flow. Half Time 0-1. More free food; I must take some to the next game to share.
The second half again started with T&T possession and some more half chances; I was confident that with this much pressure an equaliser was not far off. Van Hieu headed narrowly wide before Hong Son made a great save after a rare breakaway chance led to Dieng racing through for Thanh Hoa.
T&T were awarded a free kick, on 71 minutes, some twenty yards out and more gamesmanship led to Thanh Hoa players wasting time but eventually ending with their goalscorer, Ceh, arguing and pushing one of his own defenders away so the game could continue. Gonzalo drilled the free kick against the wall but the ball came back to him and he struck it beautifully first time and it flew low beyond Vinh Loi in to the corner.1-1!
Four minutes later T&T pressed again, the fans continued dancing and flag waving (which looks great but makes it hard to see the pitch!), Hanoi took a corner that went long, eventually falling to Quoc Long who hit his shot in to the ground threw a crowded area and in to the back of the net. 2-1! The T&T fans were delighted dancing and singing, somehow knowing their team would go on to win even with 15 minutes to go. Another attack led to the ball reaching Samson who hit T&T's third, which I could barely see through the flags, and the Hanoi players/fans went delirious, while the Thanh Hoa fans went home. 3-1.
The final whistle blew and for at least 24 hours T&T would sit at the top of the VLeague. The local police locked us in for a while to ensure the home fans would make there way out first reducing any possibility of trouble….a standard situation in many games I've seen across Europe. This time allowed more of the Hanoians to introduce themselves and share celebratory handshakes and high fives. It was also discussed with a group of Hanoians that we will indeed be heading to Danang on the overnight train for the next match six days later; which delighted many of them.


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Canada Joins Australia, New Zealand & UK In Pacific Economic Group
James Skinner
James is the Founder & Chief Executive of
CANZUK International in Vancouver, Canada
Canada will announce this week that it is joining its CANZUK partners – Australia, New Zealand and the United Kingdom – in a group to boost economic ties with Pacific island nations.
"We're pleased to be part of early discussions to help frame this initiative, and I am happy to announce Canada will be joining as a full member," Canada's Minister for Foreign Affairs Melanie Joly will tell diplomats during the United Nations General Assembly in New York this week.
The remarks by Minister Joly are drafted in a speech she will deliver at an event hosted by U.S. Secretary of State Antony Blinken.
The United States created the informal group, dubbed Partners in the Blue Pacific in June, consisting of the CANZUK countries plus the USA and Japan. The group aims to strengthen economic ties between the Pacific islands and the rest of the world, as competition for influence in the Pacific islands has intensified with China in recent months.
China has already signed a security agreement with the Solomon Islands, prompting warnings of a militarization of the region.
The increased cooperation of the CANZUK countries has continued to develop in recent years, demonstrating a cohesive alliance that seeks to build off of the already existing Five Eyes Intelligence Alliance, consisting of all four CANZUK nations and the USA.
CANZUK International welcomes the news of Canada increasing its security ties with the CANZUK nations – in addition to the United States and Japan – and will continue to advocate for further collaboration between the CANZUK countries through the United Nations and the Five Eyes Intelligence Alliance.
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Valentine's Day is almost there and you are wondering what to do to make it special one. You are done with chocolates, flowers , teddies in love, right? So now what? Whether your's is a new relationship or a decade long or even more than that, making this day count does take some effort.
We bring you some Valentine's Day ideas, based on different stages of a relationship and for the singles too 🙂 They too can make the day count.
You have been around with each other long enough to know the direction of the relationship and can now easily tell each other's likes and dislikes. So you know she likes jewellery, and you want to gift her something different to keep it fun and upbeat .
Valentine's Day Idea- CaratLane's Valentine's Day Collection, 'The New Expressions of Love' could be your answer. Pixelated hearts, a 'let's go places' pendant , and a range of rings that feature romantic texts at the back , leather strapped Hinglish bracelets which use a combination of English and Hindi scripts to form a word are a few designs from the collection.
Now that he is done ,let's see what can she do to make the day memorable. You know he is into food , so a good restaurant will make the day special and he will sure love the idea.
Valentine's Day Idea – Make an award-winning Italian restaurant the setting of your romantic evening with a exceptional a 5 course meal.
Celebrate romance, at this Italian restaurant called Artusi Ristorante in Gurgaon, with a specially curated Valentine's Day menu which is a delightful combination of choicest Italian entrees, mains and desserts,along with a special red sparkling wine.
You can start with delicate phyllo pastry cigars with pureed vegetables, followed by Pasta with Burrata in a luscious tomato sauce, then as the evening unfolds you'll enjoy an exciting homemade sorbet of lemon, rosemary and fresh coconut. The Italian finesse is showcased in the mains on offer: either a sea bass in a fish broth with vegetables, or a gently cooked chicken breast set in a delicate cream and mushroom sauce, or the perennial classic – finest Italian Carnaroli Risotto with Frico Romangnolo vegetables.
To round off this gastronomic delight, you have a choice of desserts befitting the occasion – strawberries marinated in red wine with mascarpone cheese, or their signature Panna Cotta Artusi.
Price –The Valentine's Day Special menu is priced at Rs 1990++ per head for lunch and dinner. The sparkling sweet red wine is on special promotion at Rs 1990++ for the bottle.
Valentine's Day Idea- Buy each other matching couple valentine's day tee. What better if it is Pizza+you +me . Sounds cheezy ( haha ), so be it. Who cares? It's valentine's day people.
Talking about couples wearing matching outfits, one has to mention Nancy and Donald Featherstone. The couple wore identical outfits for 35 years , which resulted them owning 600 matching outfits. Talk about complimenting each other in love. These guys set some really hard to attain relationship goals!
You are at a stage where you are reeling with romance and passion. Basically, your's is a new relationship full of playful energy, lot of eagerness and happiness. You want to spend most of your time with each other and find yourself taking those unplanned weekend trips to beaches or the mountains.
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Coming down to a stage in relationships that is the most important one. Relationship with yourself. But mind you, not in a selfish way but in a self -loving way , that who knows may even inspire others!!
Valentine's Day Idea– Agree that being single on Valentine's day can be quite irritating ( not due to a lack of a better word but it is so). Watching those cuddly couples in love, people wearing red, gifts and red roses all around, all of this put together has the potential to drive you nuts.
So why not wear a tshirt that reads -Everyone is nuts. Imagine the bliss!


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Les Brit Awards 2012 ont lieu le  à l'O2 Arena à Londres. Il s'agit de la  des Brit Awards, présentée par James Corden et diffusée en direct à la télévision sur la chaîne ITV.

Un bref hommage est rendu aux chanteuses Amy Winehouse et Whitney Houston disparues respectivement en  et .

Pour des raisons de timing, le présentateur James Corden est contraint d'interrompre le discours de remerciement de la chanteuse Adele qui a reçu le Brit Award du meilleur album britannique. Cette dernière, énervée, se retire en adressant un doigt d'honneur aux organisateurs de la cérémonie.

Le prix de la révélation internationale est attribué pour la dernière fois.

Après Vivienne Westwood l'année précédente, c'est Peter Blake qui s'est chargé du design de la statuette remise aux artistes.

Interprétations sur scène
Plusieurs chansons sont interprétées lors de la cérémonie :
 Coldplay : Charlie Brown
 Florence and the Machine : No Light, No Light
 Olly Murs et Rizzle Kicks: Heart Skips a Beat
 Ed Sheeran : Lego House
 Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds et Chris Martin: AKA... What a Life!
 Adele : Rolling in the Deep
 Bruno Mars : Just the Way You Are
 Rihanna : We Found Love
 Blur et Phil Daniels : Girls & Boys / Song 2 / Parklife / Tender / This Is a Low

Palmarès
Les lauréats apparaissent en caractères gras.

Meilleur album britannique
 21 d' Adele
 Mylo Xyloto de Coldplay
 Ceremonials de Florence and the Machine
 Let England Shake de PJ Harvey
 + de Ed Sheeran

Meilleur single britannique
 What Makes You Beautiful de One Direction
 Someone Like You d'Adele
 Changed the Way You Kissed Me d'Example
 Price Tag de Jessie J feat. B.O.B.
 She Makes Me Wanna de JLS feat. Dev
 All About Tonight de Pixie Lott
 Wherever You Are de  with
 Heart Skips a Beat de Olly Murs feat. Rizzle Kicks
 The A Team de Ed Sheeran
 Glad You Came de The Wanted

Note : Le vainqueur est désigné par un vote des téléspectateurs sur internet.

Meilleur artiste solo masculin britannique
 Ed Sheeran
 James Blake
 Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds
 James Morrison
 Professor Green

Meilleure artiste solo féminine britannique
 Adele
 Kate Bush
 Florence and the Machine
 Jessie J
 Laura Marling

Meilleur groupe britannique
 Coldplay
 Arctic Monkeys
 Chase and Status
 Elbow
 Kasabian

Révélation britannique
 Ed Sheeran
 Anna Calvi
 Jessie J
 Emeli Sandé
 The Vaccines

Meilleur producteur britannique

 Paul Epworth
 Flood

Choix des critiques
 Emeli Sandé

 Michael Kiwanuka

Meilleur artiste solo masculin international
 Bruno Mars
 Ryan Adams
 Aloe Blacc
 Bon Iver
 David Guetta

Meilleure artiste solo féminine internationale
 Rihanna
 Beyoncé
 Björk
 Feist
 Lady Gaga

Meilleure groupe international
 Foo Fighters
 Fleet Foxes
 Lady Antebellum
 Maroon 5
 Jay-Z et Kanye West

Révélation internationale
 Lana Del Rey
 Aloe Blacc
 Bon Iver
 Foster the People
 Nicki Minaj

Contribution exceptionnelle à la musique
 Blur

Artistes à nominations multiples
 4 nominations :
 Ed Sheeran

 3 nominations :
 Adele
 Jessie J

 2 nominations :
 Aloe Blacc
 Bon Iver
 Coldplay
 Florence and the Machine
 Emeli Sandé

Artistes à récompenses multiples
 2 récompenses :
 Adele
 Ed Sheeran

Notes et références

Lien externe
 Brit Awards 2012 sur brits.co.uk

2012
2012 en musique
2012 au Royaume-Uni
Février 2012

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The Pontsteiger building rises up to a height of 90 m above the waters of the Houthaven port, making it one of the tallest structures in Amsterdam. To ensure a waterproof, air-tight building envelope, CARLISLE® CM Europe EPDM products were used for waterproofing façade and walkways.
Many councils and developers are becoming increasingly aware of the potential offered by centrally located, former industrial and commercial spaces, which are then mostly converted into office and residential districts in the course of large scale urban development projects. Well known examples in Germany include the HafenCity in Hamburg and the Überseestadt in Bremen. On Amsterdam's western waterfront, what was once a lumber port is undergoing a similar transformation from an industrial location into a popular waterside residential district. Where timber was once loaded onto freight liners, a vibrant green urban district is now part of the landscape. Around 2,500 flats, 70 berths for houseboats, plus schools, restaurants and cafés will be built by 2020. Another visible landmark in this new district and an eye-catcher in Amsterdam's skyline is the 90 m tall Pontsteiger residential building, designed by the local architectural firm Arons & Gelauff Architects.
The XXL residential building is prominently positioned in the new district: at the end of a 200 m long dam in the heart of the Houthaven, the point where three ferry lines connect the districts of Amsterdam via the waters of the River IJ. Appropriately, the Dutch word "Pontsteiger" means "ferry terminal" in English. The large building consists of a U-shaped, six-storey base structure elevated by seven metres, enveloping a waterside plaza. Underneath this base structure are four glazed pavilions housing the entry lobbies for the flats, as well as most public spaces like restaurants, bars and cafés. At the open end of the block structure, the view of the water is framed by two 60 m tall towers connected by a 48 m wide bridge structure, which forms the head of the 90 m tall building. Four steel girders were used to bridge the two towers. Each of the 47.5 m long and 9.5 m tall steel trusses weigh between 56 and 78 tonnes. Two special 500-tonne cranes were used to hoist the girders into place.
"The unusual shape was developed with the future inhabitants' preferences in mind. The demand for living space is greatest either at the top or bottom of the high-rise buildings. The Pontsteiger design concept simply minimises the space in between," explain the architects, describing their design idea. The Pontsteiger contains a total of 318 flats between 65 and 410 square metres in size. The top eight storeys contain 66 luxurious owner-occupied flats; the two towers and the base contain 252 rental flats. Each of the 318 Pontsteiger flats has a walkway. The Pontsteiger building's façade structure consists of multi-layered concrete elements with matching walkway surfaces. The large-scale sandwich elements were all prefabricated and then installed on site. There is a marble white concrete grid with a playful pattern encased in the outsides of the façade, complemented by the bricks hand glazed in green and bronze shades. The interplay of colours is reminiscent of a chameleon, as it creates a façade that has different shades and hues depending on the light and time of day. "Depending on the sun's position, the façade has a different green to golden shimmer," explains Arnoud Gelauff, an architect. It is this golden glow that earned the gate-shaped building its nickname: Golden Gate.
The window frames were framed with HERTALAN® EPDM strips during prefabrication for this very purpose (See pic 5) . Prefabricated HERTALAN® EASY COVER EPDM sleeves and waterproofing membranes were used between the elements and the ones connecting to the integrated window areas had to be designed to be air-tight and windproof. The window frames were framed with HERTALAN® EPDM strips during prefabrication for this very purpose.
Prefabricated HERTALAN® EASY COVER EPDM strips and waterproofing sheets were used for the Pontsteiger both in the façade elements and the walkways. Only the construction joints between the large concrete elements had to be closed on site to make the façade structure air-tight and windproof. The walkway floor consists of a concrete structure floor, a bitumen vapour barrier, rigid foam insulation, loose-laid EPDM sheet, tile backers and tiles. To ensure maximum attention to detail, all walkways were only measured after installation, so the sheets could be cut to size and applied on site. "The EPDM is folded over and rolled back on the edges and rising structural components. Afterwards, the EPDM strips from the elements are placed on the sheets and bonded. This makes the junction between the façade and balcony floor waterproof and air-tight – guaranteed," explains Dennis Aldridge, Key Account Manager for Façade & Technical Rubber Products at CARLISLE® CM Europe.


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Stevenson High School's DECA team attended the Innovate2020 conference virtually
Stevenson High School DECA students excel at virtual Innovate2020 conference, learning business, entrepreneurship, and leadership skills (Photo) - 01/13/21
Wednesday, January 13, 2021-Stevenson, Wash.-Stevenson High School students participating in DECA, the business, entrepreneurship, and leadership club, attended this year's Western Leadership Development Conference, Innovate2020, virtually due to restrictions stemming from the pandemic, however, the students did not let attending virtually hold them back from excelling and participating.
During normal years, students attend the annual leadership conference in Bellevue, Washington, stay at the Hyatt hotel and compete against chapters from around the state in a variety of activities. "The entire trip is a really special experience for our students and, obviously, one of the best parts of DECA conferences is going to Bellevue and connecting with other chapters to network with DECA members from other school districts," said Katie Mantel, Stevenson High School's business teacher who also serves as the school chapter's DECA adviser. "So, it was a bummer with the conference being virtual-only, however, the students engaged more than I thought they would and really enjoyed the conference; DECA truly did an outstanding job of still making the conference fun and engaging for students, even if it was virtual."
In order to allow students to continue participating in DECA during the global pandemic, DECA implemented DECA Direct Online, a digital platform for students and advisors to access all of the related content in one place. DECA Direct enabled the organization to hold Innovate2020 virtually using video conference software.
Students in DECA practice leadership skills including goal setting, consensus building, and project management by participating in a variety of individual and team-based competitive events separated into career clusters: Business Management and Administration; Hospitality and Tourism; Entrepreneurship; Marketing; Finance; and Personal Financial Literacy.
While attending Innovate2020, students listened to Howard White, Vice President of Nike's Jordan brand, give the conference's keynote speech; they participated in a sneaker design competition with brand designers from the Jordan brand; and they competed in a scavenger hunt of activities. The team capped off the conference with a mock competition in front of judges over video conference. "Several of our students placed high on the leaderboard for the GooseChase digital scavenger hunt with Breckin Anderson, one of our students, coming in fourth place and had her video on "Community Awareness" featured during the closing ceremony," said Mantel.
In addition, Elizabeth Lanz, one of the students in Stevenson's chapter, had served as Area President for DECA as well as the VP of Marketing for Washington DECA. "Serving for the state chapter is a really huge deal and Elizabeth has done a tremendous job," said Mantel. "We got to see her work on display during this conference as she was involved in the live sessions, the breakout sessions, and was on the DECA Instagram Live 'conference de-brief' video on the last day."
Normally, students in DECA run a student store which was started last year, however remote learning has prevented physically running the store. "We are still filling apparel orders this year, and I have some amazing coworkers helping me fill those orders," said Mantel. "When we return to school, we hope to open the student store to give students an opportunity to practice taking inventory and stock; cashiering; ordering; and marketing."
DECA provides skills that benefit every student, no matter if their future goals include a career in the business world. "My students tell me that DECA pushes them out of their comfort zone and puts them into situations where they have to learn how to present themselves as professional adults," she said. "Students say the mock interviews and competition make them more comfortable with a professional setting, which, in turn, helps prepare them for success in job interviews and their future workplace, regardless of what industry they choose for their careers."
Mantel credits DECA with helping her to develop effective teaching-learning relationships with her students. "DECA lets me get to know my students on a completely different level as we become more like a family than just a teacher and students in a classroom," she said. "I love getting to talk to my students about their lives, their hobbies and their dreams; I swear I am the most blessed human to get the chance to work with these students."
For any Stevenson High School student interested in participating in DECA, reach out to Katie Mantell via email at mantelk@scsd303.org. For those who want to follow the team, check out their Instagram at www.instagram.com/shsdecabulldogs or their Facebook page at www.fb.com/shsdecabulldogs.
Learn more about DECA:
For more than 75 years, DECA prepares emerging leaders and entrepreneurs for careers in marketing, finance, hospitality, and management in high schools and colleges around the globe including more than 3,700 high school chapters and 225,000 members. You can learn more from their website at www.deca.org
To learn more about how Stevenson-Carson School District teaches our kids and partners with community members and area businesses to create rich and robust learning opportunities, please visit our website at www.scsd303.org.
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In addition to helping to pay for food, donations also helped pay for PPE, school supplies, technology equipment, and much more.
Stevenson-Carson School District gives special Holiday Break meal boxes to families in need thanks to support from community organizations (Photo) - 12/26/20
Monday, December 21, 2020-Stevenson, WA-Stevenson-Carson School District distributed special holiday meal boxes to help feed families in need throughout the community on the evening of Thursday, December 17.
"We received generous donations from individuals and community partners to put together special holiday boxes for those in our community who need assistance," said Superintendent Ingrid Colvard. "As a district, we would like to express our extreme gratitude for the support of our amazing communities coming together to help those who need it most."
Some of the organizations who made donations include the Stevenson-Carson Education Foundation, the Community Foundation of Southwest Washington, the City of Stevenson, and InvestEd. The funds provided by these organizations funded in full or in part a variety of needs including school supplies, technology equipment, the district's internet cafes, Personal Protective Equipment (PPE), internet accessibility, and food box supplies for the district's holiday meal boxes.
In order to distribute the boxes, the district sent out a message to all families before Thanksgiving to ensure there would be enough holiday boxes for all who needed them. "Our goal was to provide for every family who needed assistance and not turn anyone away," said Colvard. "There are always those in need at this time of year, however, 2020 is unlike any other and we want to do our part to help as many as possible."
Attached Media Files: In addition to helping to pay for food, donations also helped pay for PPE, school supplies, technology equipment, and much more. , The school district received donations which helped fund the Holiday Break boxes , Stevenson-Carson School District gives special Holiday Break meal boxes to families in need thanks to support from community organizations


Most people running Google Chrome are running version 1.0. But, the latest development version is 2.0.156.1.
Users can now choose from 3 different update channels. Stable, Beta and Development.
The stable releases are updated quarterly and are the "official" stable releases. Beta is updated monthly and is less stable than the official releases but more stable than the Development version which is updated weekly and lets users try out the newest features.
So how do you get the latest features?
You go to the Chromium development docs and download the Google Chrome Channel Changer. Here's a direct link to the download.
By running that little program you can chose which channel you want to subscribe to. Then go to the "wrench" menu in Chrome and select "About Google Chrome" and click check for updates. Now, it will update to whatever level you've selected.
What are your thoughts on Chrome? I'm really looking forward to support for extensions and the Mac release which is supposedly slated for June 2009.


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Juliet Dove, Queen of Love is a Magic Shop book written by Bruce Coville.

Plot summary
Juliet Dove, a middle school girl, gets lured into a shop and is given a magical and incredibly strong crystal amulet. The amulet cannot come off and she realizes that she is in a story. In order for her to be free, she has to complete it. The amulet makes the person that wears it truly, strongly and deeply romantically attractive to the opposite gender. With the help of two rats that can talk, who are friends of the shop owner, she finds out the amulet was given to her by Eris, the goddess of chaos and discord. She is embarrassed by the group of boys that follow her, as she has unwittingly captivated and charmed them to her romantic love and affections.

Reception
Louise Brueggemann, of Booklist, reviewed the book saying, "Coville's easy style works well in a tale that has its share of both humor and heartache. Fans of the Magic Shop series will enjoy this latest installment". B. Allison Gray, of School Library Journal, reviewed the book saying, "Coville capably interweaves mythological characters with realistic modern ones, keeping readers truly absorbed". Kliatt reviewed the audio book.

References

2003 American novels
American children's novels
Classical mythology in popular culture
Greek and Roman deities in fiction
2003 children's books
Novels by Bruce Coville