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Dressed For Show by Lizbeth Dusseau
Dressed For Show by Lizbeth Dusseau
Excerpt from Bad Girls & Dangerous Men © 2000 by Lizbeth Dusseau, all rights reserved
I wake, feeling the warmth of Bailey's crotch behind me. His sensuous pulse transmits through my ass into my cunt. I turn, kiss his rough face, the night's growth of beard, and wait for him to open his eyes, which happens slowly. I inspect him, waiting, wondering what he's been dreaming, if he dreams. Everyone dreams, but does he remember his? I've never asked. Three months, I'm still in awe. He wants me with him every night and every morning when he wakes. Few men says these things aloud. Bailey does.
"Mornin', sugar," I say sweetly.
He growls a bit, then smiles.
"It's early, you don't have to get up yet," I tell him.
"What's the time?"
"Time to fuck," I giggle, and wiggle on him, nuzzling into his side, smelling the rich flavors of his body—the sour, the sweet, the tart, the aromas of leftover sex from a very good night. I'm still wearing the bondage dress he wove on my body the night before. The knots are still place, including the one just above my clitoris that stimulates it every time I move. My flesh pulses, radiating with need.
There's an open place where the ropes go through my crotch, open for Bailey's cock to pass between. As I squirm against him, my hand floats around his scrotum—playfully avoiding a direct assault on his rising organ. I let the momentum build.
In minutes, his whole body is engaged, coming after me as passionately as I go after him. Our lips lock; our tongues reach inside the other's mouth. My legs scissor to fit the enormity of him inside me. I feel the ropes strain with every movement. My skin's alive, as animate as another being, tingling, raw, sensitive to even the slightest graze of his palm. I rise on top of him as he rolls over on his back, and begin to hump in the saddle of his hips. Bailey's cock slides freely inside the messy interior of my vagina. The accumulation of old semen, wet female remains and fresh dew merge to lubricate the ride. He's fast, and I follow with him, allowing my body to swell and then burst brightly with orgasm, knowing that Bailey's climax will follow seconds later.
He comes just as my tremors are departing, while I'm left with the prickly remnants and the well-being that floods even my addled head—at least for awhile.
I collapse against him in a languorous faint when the fucking is over, and run my hands absently through his hair. I'm about to say, 'I love you', when he suddenly pushes me away and jumps from bed on his way to the bath.
"Sorry, Maddie, morning calls!" he yells to me.
I smile. I'll mention love later, I think. Now, I'm content to drift.
"Hey, sleepy head!" I hear Bailey's soothing roar knock me from my nap. "You're due at work by noon."
"Yes," I agree.
"You said you had errands?" he asked.
"I do." I remember that fact with a frown.
"Then I'll see you later. Noon on the dot,"—he's always reminding me to be on time. My stellar reputation for tardiness is one small sore spot in an otherwise pleasant relationship.
"What about the ropes?" I ask, staring up at him, realizing that he's ready for work, while I'm still naked, sweaty and streaked with last night's come and this morning's new batch. Still, I have two hours before I have to be at work, plenty of time for what I need to do.
"Leave them on," he says.
"Under my clothes?"
"Yes. Sponge your crotch and pits, put on a little perfume and wear them the rest of the day."
"You want me to be miserable?"
"Is it misery?"
Of course, it's not. I smile. "Maybe, a little…"
"You'll survive. You need a reminder of who's in charge, slut." His eyes twinkle playfully and then he's gone.
I feel the ribbons of crossed and knotted hemp when I walk. Their feel is comfortable, comforting, stimulating. I hardly slept the night enjoying their sensuous tug and jerk, and I let them titillate me now. This is good. I'll need to generate a bit of sexual prowess for what I face. It might prevent the scene from getting ugly—I can always hope.
This part of town could scare a thief, but I've negotiated it for years. The abandoned businesses and broken houses are familiar to me. I remember when this wasn't such a trashy place—when fucking in the alleys and back alcoves was sexy fun. I wouldn't dare do that now.
Scofield's current address is new—though the building is ancient. Once a factory, then a warehouse, now it's been cut up into sections with several marginal businesses. At the moment, the whole place looks deserted. I feel an annoying sensation at the back of my neck, and then without warning a pair of hands on me. I get pushed into the alley, and shoved against the wall.
"I see you kept your appointment," I hear his unmistakable voice.
"What the hell are you doing, Scofield!" I yell.
"Why? I'm here on my own. You don't have to act like a jerk even if you are one."
He angrily pushes my face into the brick.
"Scofield, stop!
"No, you stop!" he seethes behind me. "You shut your mouth and listen. Fight me, Madison, you'll regret it."
I regret I ever came here. But I had little choice.
He shoves me through the alley into the backdoor of the building. Why the front door wouldn't do as well, I don't understand, but obviously I have no say in the matter. He has my hands behind me. Ah, so much like Bailey in the dark, but this man has no morals, and I'm honestly afraid.
"I have your money, Scofield. There's no need to get rough," I tear away from him. I rummage through my purse and pull out the envelope with the five one hundred dollar bills.
Scofield throws it on a paper-strewn desk without looking inside, "It's not enough."
The man's an ass—but an odd one for his underworld of losers, thugs and opportunists. He keeps himself impeccable; wears clean, pressed clothes on a muscled, well-built body. His black hair is trimmed short and his face cleanly shaved. He could almost pass for a business suit professional—without the suit. He's got the manners and the attitude to deal with bankers and corporate types, but he prefers his riffraff, and making dirty money.
"What do you mean it's not enough?" I ask him with contempt, trying to hide my concern. This was not what I expected.
"You owe me a whole lot more plus the interest, Maddie."
"And that's the payment you asked for," I snap rudely.
"Yeah. Two months late."
"You'll have the rest. You know that."
There's movement on the fringes of our conversation. Looking beyond him, I see his goons arising like phantoms out of the gloom of the nasty building. Two I recognize—one of them, Jude, was a lover several years ago. The other two men I've never seen before. They don't belong here, not in their fancy suits and ties looking like lawyers or Wall Street tycoons.
Scofield starts to smirk, but his eyes maintain that deathly serious look I've seen before. "I'm not content to wait, Madison."
"What does that mean?"
"Just a change in the deal. It'll make it easier on you."
"I'm just fine with the deal." If I could back out of the room, I would; but there seems to be no escape.
He shrugs. "But I'm not. And since we're following my rules, I get my way."
"What is that?" The adrenalin starts to flow. My nerves are fried. My mouth is dry as desert sand.
"You can help me help my friends here," he nods to the duo, who look back at me with interest.
Scofield's hands are all over me as if he has the right to be familiar. He squeezes my ass and I jerk away. He laughs and then starts to roam my back with his palm.
"Ah, interesting." He's felt the ropes. "I think we have a readymade slut about to show her true colors. Take off your clothes, Maddie."
"I will not!" I attempt to withdraw from his oily hands, but I am so outnumbered the whole idea looks foolish. I bolt for the door, and Jude is there to catch me, pull me back and slap my ass.
"Take the clothes off or I tear them off," he warns.
The two vultures in their slick black suits wait for me to obey, knowing I will, knowing I'm afraid and enjoying every second of my fear.
"Go on, Maddie," Scofield adds his two cents.
I'm mad. I want to cry. I want to beat my fists against the ass's chest. Instead, I start to strip, removing my sweatshirt first, and then my pants, until I'm stripped of everything except for Bailey's ropes, the neat knots and perfect symmetry.
"What a find!" Scofield exclaims. "What did I tell you?" He turns to his friends, whose smiles are wide as a mile and fixed on my pudgy breasts, now distended and unnaturally pushed into conical shapes by the tied rope. It's a slutty picture, eye candy for the horny and degenerate.
I hear a grinding sound behind me and sense the impending doom. Then my eyes stray upwards following the eyes of my captors, who look with glee as a meat hook descends from the inky black of the ceiling above, then finally stops with a jerk, swinging freely in midair.
"Dammit, Scofield, no!" I plead with him.
"Honey, you're too good to pass on. Better than I thought. This new boyfriend of yours should be here to watch. I'd bet he'd like the show."
"You want me to call him? Bailey is it? Albert's brother? What do you think?"
"I think you'd better keep this between you and me."
"Gee, Maddie," he smiles wryly, "that's what I thought, too." He creeps around me, plunking the ropes like guitar stings. No sound. Not even a thud as they thump my flesh. "Cuff her hands," he orders Jude.
My ex-boyfriend obeys the man making quick work of his job. Locked in cuffs, I can already feel the blood pulsing in my constricted wrists. The hemp dress starts to itch as I begin to sweat. Tugging on the chain that connects the cuffs, Jude pulls me with him to the center of the room and throws the wrist chain over the meat hook. The motor grinds again from somewhere off stage, and my body is slowly pulled up right as the ugly hook rises.
My pussy throbs, the whole of my sex feels liquid and squishy. I'm on tiptoe, straining, trying to stretch myself enough keep a hold on the ground.
"Stop!" Scofield orders the unseen man in control. I jerk as the pulley ceases to climb just before my toes are lifted from the cement. My body lengthens with the hemp cutting into my skin in several places, while my tormentor admires the look of me and assaults me with his sickening smile. "Trust me, hon, this won't take long at all. A little debasement just for sport never hurt a slut like you." He delights in his mocking observations. "In fact, we know you like it. Why else would your beau be dressing you so stylishly?" He twangs the ropes again and I wince. "Pretty. You always were so pretty with that mop of red hair." He lays his hand on my cheek pretending to enjoy its softness. His hand is warm, his words cunning but effective. Behind me, Jude gives off sex with a pulsing crotch I can feel without seeing it. Soon my body will betray me and I'll hate it for its lust.
I'm loving Bailey now, not these thugs and voyeurs. God help me!
Scofield backs away, Jude's energy retreats, and the two suits on the sidelines step forward.
"Let's put the mask over her face before we start," one says—the tall one with the hefty body and the greased black hair. I'm thinking Mafia—his swarthy complexion suggests a mobster, but he talks smoothly with an educated ring in his voice.
The second fellow, smaller and more slender than the talking one, seems even more professional than his friend. His walk is elegant. In another world, he might be charming. I don't understand their game, how two so civilized men could be playing these chilling games in this rancid warehouse office.
The mask slips over my face—one made of feathers intended to cover my eyes and nose but leave my mouth free. Two eyeholes allow me to see through the blur of feathers, and my nostrils are free to breathe. I'm not masked for torture but to disguise who I am.
I see why now, when a video camera appears to record the session. A black-market film is the obvious conclusion.
The two suits step back, the big one taking off his coat, and rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. His cufflinks gleam—for several seconds, the two gold ornaments reflect the morning sun as it filters though the grimy windows overhead. The smaller man operates the camera, while I'm accosted by the other. The bold, impressive man stares into my eyes. His are remote, disconnected from the feeling man who owns them. I anticipate his cruelty.
While I watch, he fits a slick leather glove over his left hand and thrusts that hand between my legs. The camera rolls, recording every move and gasp I make. He finds me wet. All the leftovers from sex with Bailey not washed away this morning appear on his leather-covered hand as he withdraws it from my crotch. After showing me the sticky find, he returns to tug, to poke, to thrust his fingers in my cunt and bumhole, to jerk me so my body thrashes loosely. My feet lift off the ground and I'm forced to hold my weight with my strained shoulders. He stops and my feet settle down, touching concrete again.
He starts to smack my ass, landing blow after blow with his leather hand. I'm gasping, moaning, though the punishment doesn't hurt that much until he changes implements and begins to slap me with a spanking tawse. The split end piece is like others I've seen before. Maybe it came from Jude's store of sex toys. This one stings. It whaps my ass and thighs, then as this suited gentlemen strolls around my body, whaps the front of my thighs and right across my pubic mound. I try holding back my cries, but when he slaps me repeatedly on my pussy, I have to cry. But even letting out a decent wail there is no mercy. He keeps on until I'm thrashing senselessly, twisting like a sail out of control.
He stops and I faint for several seconds before coming to when he lays his palm across my face—not angrily, but enough to wake me.
"Lift her off the ground," he orders.
The engine grinds again, the meat hook rises higher until my feet dangle uselessly.
"Oh, gawd no!" I moan, believing that I won't be able to stand the suspension much longer.
"Do as I say, and I'll let you down," this cruel man tells me.
His leather hand returns to my cunt and my legs naturally widen to accommodate him. As he thrusts fingers in both my holes and begins to fuck me, I sense my sexual body roar awakened like an angry tiger. I'm battered back and forth, while using the strength of the man's arm to take the heavy weight off my shoulders. I begin to come, spasming, letting my ravished body speak. While the camera whirs before me, I follow their orders, play their game as if I wanted it this way.
I'm sated and sore when I'm finally released. The men in suits have disappeared. The camera's gone. Jude left along with the friend who worked the pulley. It's just Scofield and me in the mangy office warehouse. I'm on the floor, trying to gather my wits and some strength.
"I always thought it a plus that your skin never marks," Scofield says, while observing that most of the red on my ass and thighs has disappeared. "You won't have to explain yourself to your boyfriend."
"Oh, go away!" I hiss.
"Don't you want to know how much I'm knocking off your debt?"
"As if I believed you would?"
"Honest, darling. Between the proceeds from that video tape and the cash they gave me for the pleasure of abusing you, you've paid your debt."
"Like I believe you," I groan.
"Hey, honey, trust me." He's all smiles. "Hell, you got off too. What more could a slut ask for?"
I'm suspicious, but I'm not about to argue. I split the warehouse as quickly as I can.
I'm late for work and Bailey won't be happy—but that's another debt to make amends for and I'll have to think about that one later.
I've Been Sold! by Lizbeth Dusseau
I've Been Sold from Scandal for Sale © 2005 by Lizbeth Dusseau, all rights reserved
May 7 th
I have been sold.
My gut grinds as that thought works its way about my mind.
Judge Perdue and his wife took me to the auction house—I had no idea that such a place existed in the modern world. Whether it was a façade resurrected in a day, or something permanent, I can't be sure; but the crude room at the top of the aging warehouse looked, smelled and felt authentic… as if hundreds of owned souls had been offered for sale, auctioned, purchased and transferred to their new owners inside the rough surroundings. Approaching the building from the street, a shudder of apprehension ripped through my being as I viewed the abandoned edifice. It looked like the next in line for bulldozers and wrecking balls, rather then a place of commerce. Inside, my quavering body took a scary trek up three flights of stairs and into a holding room just off the main arena. Some putrid smell wafted by my nostrils then disappeared. I looked around at my surroundings, seeing little but filth. No one had bothered to clean the wooden floor, dust the grimy surfaces or clear the stale air with a breath of fresh air from an opened window. All the windows had been boarded—I suppose years ago. A few cracks revealed the daylight outside, but otherwise the auction house belonged to another time, cloaked in darkness. I had only moments to survey the room before a blindfold dropped over my eyes, and I was hastily disrobed and pushed into my cage.
Inside my blindness, my hands probed the space around me. I was surrounded on four sides, hardly able to move inside the tiny prison. I could stand. I could flex my legs, but I couldn't turn around. There were noises all around me, and hands that jabbed my flesh. I jumped and shrieked, feeling as if I was being probed with Billy clubs and canes. Someone's hand pressing at my cunt found the folds slick with juice.
"Shall I get her off?"
"Not protocol, Griz."
Other anonymous voices bantered back and forth at my expense, while the heavy weight of cutting nipple clamps caused my breasts to sag, and sent angry lines of pain screeching merrily through my body. A crude dildo was thrust into my dry anus.
"Lube it, Connor," an exasperated female droned.
"It's going in," Connor answered back. In my imagination, I could see his mouth grinning evilly.
My head was yanked back against the bars, my hair twisted into a knot, tying it out of the way. Another pair of hands yanked on the clamps, yanked hard enough to pull them off. I screamed.
A firm hand on my chin shook my anchored head, while a seething voice hissed in my ear, "Maybe you want to be gagged, bitch."
From above the din around me, I heard the auctioneer's call as another slave was on the block, and the purchase was being finalized.
I endured the taunts, the jeers and the crude touch minutes more, then all that ceased. The hands withdrew, my head was freed, and the dildo in my ass was removed. I felt the bars of my cage opening, and a hand pressing down on my right shoulder. "Crawl," the voice was as dismal as the mood around me.
A collar was slapped around my throat, tied off tightly at the back of my neck and then attached to a leash. Tugged forward, I made my journey over the dusty floor, grime and soot pressing into my hands and knees. When my head hit wood, I was pulled upright and prodded in the center of my ass with a stick.
"On your feet."
Maneuvering blind is a grueling task. My muscles seemed to fight the move, to creak and groan in protest; but my will prevailed. Once on my feet again, someone yanked my collar from above and I stepped up to the platform, bumping my shins on the high steps.
Heat came at me from all sides, blistering my skin with fire. Then shouts commenced as the dais turned and my head grew dizzy. My mouth was dry, my palms sweat profusely, but there was nowhere to wipe them except on my naked thighs.
Some stray hand tugged at my pubic hair. Another yanked the hair on my head. I would have kicked the asshole in the leg, but that would have been a dangerous move. Common sense won out.
I heard the voices of the barter shouting numbers into the stifling air.
I teetered, thinking I'd faint; but someone noticed and shoved smelling salts at my nose, "Wake up."
"Yes, Sir." I answered the voice without thinking, seconds later wondering why I'd be so respectful of this ritual, and the men who auctioned me.
Behind the abuse, the aggravation and my anger, my belly burned with sexual intensity, flaring ferociously as each insult heaped on more humiliation. Thank God, I couldn't see their faces, couldn't peer into their eyes, and was too afraid to shout the thoughts that careened around my mind like cawing crows.
One minute, I was in the midst of this heated battle, wishing I could somehow fly away; the next, I was pushed from behind and stumbling forward into a pair of muscular arms, tossed over meaty shoulders and taken away.
Caged again, I sat in a different sort of contraption, a metal box with steel bars. Confined, curled up in a ball just to fit insides the tiny space, I waited while the focus turned from me to another slave who'd become the center in this festival of flesh.
"Lift her head." I heard the words, but made no connection with the voice. My blindfold remained in place.
A stinging palm slapped me awake. Someone said I'd fainted.
Once drawn from the cage, a blanket was thrown over my shoulders and a guiding arm encircled my waist. I was taken from the building, helped down three flights of stairs and led into daylight, quickly shoved into the seat of a car—a back seat I presumed. I lay curled in fetal position during the long ride to my final destination.
"Miss Lourdes."
It seemed like a century had passed since I was allowed the use of my eyes. Hearing my name, I opened them, finding them trying to focus on a face in front of me—a familiar face, though I couldn't immediately remember where I'd seen these classically handsome and trustworthy features. Perhaps he just reminded me of someone.
"Your new home," he announced. He was sitting on the bed where I lay, and gazed around at the simple but very pleasant surroundings. I glanced toward the window, seeing nothing but sky and suspected that we were on the upper floor of an apartment high-rise.
"The Greenery Building." He'd read my thoughts.
I didn't recall the building, but that hardly mattered now.
"I think the auction went rather well." He was trying to be gracious. "You were lucky you weren't whipped. Most properties are," he smiled generously, "but I had all the information I needed without marring the merchandise. I'd rather whip you myself, as risk having your body damaged by some goon who doesn't now how to punish without scarring."
I still couldn't put a name to his face, but I knew it well. The deep, rich, summer tan, the sincere, inquisitive eyes, the perfectly sculpted forehead, cheeks and jaw. A jaw with a purpose. This man was created for the modern day aristocracy—a politician, an actor… no, he was on the news—how could I have missed that face! He was the Channel 9 anchor for the six o'clock news, and now the owner of a female slave.
"Andy Kerrigan," he introduced himself, "you're S. R. Lourdes."
I nodded.
"And this is where you live." He pushed to his feet and strolled away from the bed to the windows, where an intense blue sky framed his silhouette. "Twelve stories high in my apartment. It's as good a place for a slave to dwell as any I can think of." His deep baritone was unmistakable. My crotch was getting wet, wondering how he'd look without his clothes. "I do plan to make some alterations." I wasn't sure what he meant. He turned back to me. "I have particular fantasies that have me quite intrigued. I'm told you're moldable, so we'll see. I am a bit of a sadist, but then your previous owner was, too." A quick smile, and he continued with his monologue. "I'm sure that my streak of villainy will be no more difficult to handle than what you have handled before." He sounded as if he was reading from a teleprompter.
"Will I have my personal belongings?" I timidly asked.
The question surprised him. He thought a moment, speaking extemporaneously this time, "Yes. There were a couple of boxes that accompanied you here. You can get them from the storeroom later today."
He seemed amenable to questions so I continued, "How will I serve you?"
"I am working on that. I have a few ideas, but I don't like to plan anything too far in advance. The element of surprise excites me. Hopefully it will excite you too."
I was able to retrieve this diary from a sad-looking box of personal effects that Mrs. Perdue had gathered for me. Other than a few clothes, which at the moment it seems I won't be wearing, there is little more that I cared to keep. Thankfully, Ma'am always respected my diary, and never asked to read it. I hope that Andy Kerrigan will grant me this much privacy. I don't know how I can live without my words to comfort me—or worse yet, have them read and tampered with. The thought grates at my every nerve.
May 26 th
I'm very busy, hardly able to breathe. I am a slave here. Cook, housekeeper, accountant (I HATE this the most), dishwasher, seamstress, laundress. This apartment is enormous, master bedroom, three additional bedrooms, a living room, dining room, kitchen, study, TV room, salon, and slave quarters, just off the laundry room. So much—too much—for a bachelor and his slave.
My hands are raw from scrubbing floors—the old fashioned way. Andy loves the look of me naked on my hands and knees. He often pelts my ass with his belt as I try to work, which becomes terrifying and frustrating both. If I cringe or show the least bit of annoyance, his anger flares. I'm going to have to watch this owner more carefully than I did the Judge. He seems much more moody and volatile.
The benefits of Andy Kerrigan, however, may weigh in his favor. My groin seems to churn sexually whenever he's around. Even his impulsive moods seem to heighten my arousal. There's some mysterious chemistry between us that makes me forget his faults. His frequent slights increase the sexual tension and the tease. I seem to be obsessed by him, as if I were thirteen again. I remember feeling this way toward the Judge, for a time; but the dynamics were much different than I'm feeling now. He doesn't have the same authoritarian manner as Judge Perdue; instead, a youthful, arrogant vigor that quickens my entire being when he's near.
Andy can be very terribly conventional about some matters. While he can give me a good stinging wallop with a paddle or spanker, his idea of sex is, so far, very straight, even romantic. We make love in a very traditional sense.
Nearly every night when he returns after his last news broadcast, he comes to my room. No bondage, no restraints, or clamps, or gags, or leather. We make love.
Last night, he kissed me, ran his hands down through my hair, loving pulling it until I felt the tingle exhilarate every nerve, renew a long forgotten excitement. I realize that my lust is more than the gnawing ache of dark passion, spurred by my deep sexual fantasies.
He touches me tenderly.
I came on his hand, as his fingers teased their way about the delicate, roused slips of skin. When my pussy tightened hard on the probing digits, his hand was swathed in juice. Coating his cock with my cream, I opened my thighs for the thrust of his organ, finding the hefty thing filling the throbbing channel. I had not been taken so passionately in all my nights with Judge Perdue. Though the Judge's routine mimicked the efforts of my new owner, Andy Kerrigan causes my entire body to quake deep, to feel reckless, abandoned. All control, all form seems to disappear when we are traveling toward our sexual ends. He wants me as fully aroused as he is; and I am. There is nothing automatic in my movements—our nights together turn me into the blushing schoolgirl in the morning when I serve him breakfast.
The chastity laces that the Judge found so necessary—Andy discarded them the first night, telling me that he wouldn't be needing them. The tiny rings remain.
Last night, he studied my cunt carefully, making plans. He keeps saying that he has ideas in mind, but so far, we're just frantically, passionately enjoying each other's physical company.
June 20 th
We've started to talk more—which is a dicey business. But I do get bored with so much housework and very little mental stimulation. Newspapers, books, even the TV is locked in Andy's study, far from my reach. My world is so carefully circumscribed that I almost leap on him when I have the chance and I think it's safe to talk. There are rewards. And punishments for failures—if I read his mood wrong and pressure him. Occasionally, like this afternoon, our communication touches me intimately.
He told me about Leanne—his wife of six years. She died of cancer several years ago. He's on several committees for cancer research, generously offering his smile and his name to money raising efforts. But these do little to appease the never-ending ache in his heart. Frankly, I think his heart turned to stone. Even my being here does little to open it. I imagine he'd have to open the deep wound of abandonment before he can love again, and for a man like Andy Kerrigan, that would be impossible.
He is a lonely man, locked inside a made-up world, vain about his appearance, particular about his clothes. Everything about him must be flawless when he leaves for work; even though he has dressers at the studio where they tidy him into perfection. I'm expected to take care of the details at home.
This morning, he flew into a rage when he discovered that I forgot to press the cuff of his pale blue shirt. Not that he couldn't have substituted it for one of a half dozen other pale, blue dress shirts; this one failed him, and so had I.
He bellowed at me to come. I did, running from the kitchen.
As I entered the bedroom, I saw the danger inside and shrunk back. He held a doubled leather belt in his hand, the offending shirtsleeve rolled to his elbow, his eyes heartlessly burning cold. I would have run, but I had nowhere to go and my legs proved to be solidly fixed to the oak floor.
"I DEMAND PERFECTION," he slowly enunciated each word so I wouldn't miss his meaning. "This sloppy workmanship stinks, you hear?"
"What workmanship?"
He glared at me as if I should understand without his telling me, and finally explained, "I've fired three housekeepers because they couldn't put a pressed cuff on a cotton shirt. Need I explain more?"
"No, sir, I'm sorry. I'll fix it right away."
"No, you'll get your ass blistered. Then maybe you'll remember."
There was no winning a battle of words with Andy Kerrigan. Besides, he didn't give me time to try.
He strode three steps forward, grabbed my forearm, jerked me to him and hustled me to a chair by the window, where he sat down and I went over his lap. His leather belt pelted my ass in a frantic reign of smacks, delivered without mercy until I was sobbing and shaking. As quickly as the contest began, it was over, I was pushed to the floor and forced to stare upwards into his eyes for a final, thorough scolding.
"I live in a critical world where there is no room for dust on my jacket, a wrinkled cuff, a spot of spinach in my teeth, a single hair out of place. You live in that world, too. Don't forget. One jot out of place, I'm doomed. Don't doom me, or you doom your own existence."
"Yes, Sir," I spit back automatically.
He considered me more.
"I was thinking of allowing you clothes, but after this stunt, I think it's best to keep you naked for awhile longer. Slave is no mere word in this household. It defines you. Get rid of any notions otherwise about your existence here. You're here to serve me, to make me look good, to keep me sexually satisfied and take the edge off my long-standing resentment against the world. Have I made myself clear?"
"Perfectly, Sir." Without question, equivocation, hesitation, ambiguity. I was clear. And clearly afraid of him.
My owner is truly a strange fellow. When Andy got home tonight, he made love to me as kindly as he ever has, with more tenderness, affection, kisses and caring. If he moves back and forth from loving me one minute, to blatant disregard for me the next, I do the same with him, from loving to loathing to fearing.
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Suddenly she felt him tense and straighten up, and she turned to look over her shoulder to see Katerina standing in the doorway — imperious Katerina looking down on them in that characteristic pose of hers: hands on hips, her long tapering torso now encased in the black armor of the tight bustier. She made an imposing figure, tall legs set apart in a widened stance, shimmering black stockings held in place halfway up her long thighs by the elastic stays, and sleek boots of gleaming leather with wicked stiletto heels.
In her right gloved hand she held the paddle they had purchased earlier that day, and the ruthless determination of her hard lean features made it clear, that this was no longer a sisterly shopping companion.


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By Sarah Kadous
Redemption: A transaction of remorse for the opportunity to start over. The feeling of guilt or a desire to improve runs through human nature. Whether or not we are worthy of second chances, however, ultimately boils down to the question: Can people really change?
In George Orwell's 1984, the author describes Big Brother to be an unforgiving eye that spies on its people, awaiting their faults. Literary experts have translated this political allegory to be representative of a tyrannical and noisy establishment. However, post 2016 America's "cancel culture" has presented the possibility of Big Brother actually being the unforgiving public pupils.
Canceling is something humans do to avoid an awkward dinner we don't want to attend or to get rid of a magazine subscription cluttering our email inboxes. However, progressive activists have tokened the term "political cancelation" to mean the unrecognition of someone in public atmospheres due to their past or present tendencies to say or do something that is socially unacceptable to the public eye. Basically, if you screw up, you seize exist-In our world, at least.
Everyday, a new celebrity is upgraded, or rather downgraded, to that same status. In fact, it would not surprise me if the politically correct people's secret society had a frequently updated laminated list that bared the names of every politician, musician, actor, actress, and general human being that they deem canceled (also would not be surprised if Kanye West and Taylor Swift were at the top of this list). Now, I get it. As a sixteen year old Muslim American with immigrant parents and a short temper, I too feel the tendency of wanting to snap my fingers and ignore the presence of ignorant people that say ignorant things. But this we can't see you approach will only get us so far in the fight against the Trump Administration and discriminatory culture sewn into the country.
Cancel Culture is the product of human tendency to swing from one extreme to another. Trump's election to the US presidency followed by numerous amounts of ignorant statements shocked and shunned us. We felt no connection to our leader and therefore did not want to recognize his position of power. "Not My President" we said, hoping impeachment was a genuine possibility. We knew, however, that his ruling for the next four years was inevitable, and moved onto smaller authorities we thought we could break- The world of celebrities. Twitter users took it upon themselves to research famous faces and dig up their pasts, sometimes finding decade-old dirt. And just like that, social media held the power to potentially destroy careers.
And For what cause do they fight in the name of? The hopes of a societal practice of inclusivity. However, in the attempt to encourage intersectionality through political correctness, we are simultaneously ostracizing celebrities for mistakes of their past. A bit counterproductive, no?
At the start of the year, producers at Fox revealed that actor and Youtuber Kian Lawley will no longer star in their film The Hate You Give, even after scenes had been shot. Prior to this, five year old videos of the entertainer surfaced to the directors that had racist and discriminatory content. THYG recasted, refilmed, but did not reconsider the possibility that a lot can happen in five years. Rather than making a statement of personal growth, they kicked Lawley out and replaced him within a couple months. The actor took a long break from the limelight, and has not starred in a film since.
A politically aware society in its ideal form is essentially a good thing. But when have we ever taken anything in its ideal form? Twitter and instagram cease to be platforms only for posting pictures of fancy breakfast and latte art, but are now evolving into smaller branches of news vessels. In an hour, a piece of information from other side of the country can spread to everyone in my social circles. For curiosity connoisseurs such as myself, I cannot deny this convenience. However, there is a fine line between news and gossip. And just because the subject is famous does not make the shaming any less brutal.
Kendall Jenner. Back in 2017, the young model and reality tv star starred in a Pepsi commercial that sparked severe controversy. The content of the commercial deemed Jenner racist, ignorant, and eventually canceled (for the time being, at least). The public blanketed over her the image of a privileged, uneducated white girl that had never encountered the definition of struggle and proceeded to barrade her through the internet. Pepsi however, continued to carry on producing sweet sodas after a formal apology and transferred the heat onto the then 21 year old. Why? Because there is no face to Pepsi. There is no physical image the nation could publicly shame.
In the simplest of terms, we expect more from celebrities than we do of ourselves. We place ourselves at a pedestal behind our screens and pretend to be holier than thou, as though we have never slipped, tripped and fricked up. In psychology, researchers conclude that humans maintain one of two different mentalities when it comes to their traits: a fixed mindset and a growth mindset. Fixed mindset-ers believe that all traits one is born with more or less stay the same throughout one's life. For example, they would argue social skills to be something you either have or you never will. In contrast, growth mindset-ers believe that with effort comes change, i.e. a trait such as social skills can eventually be learned. Psychologists also concluded that people with growth mindsets often carry much greater probabilities of success in that they practice a constant revaluation of themselves (search it up I promise).
The point of this psychology lesson is not to put you to sleep (though I apologize if it did), but rather to point out the importance of the marriage between method and mind. Just like a plant needs water and sunlight to grow, humans need effort and the belief in progression to change. In no way will society eventually manifest into an ideal humanity in which slurs are unheard of so long as we correct people using fear and shame as oppose to inclusion and constructiveness. Cancel culture needs to redirect its focus away from canceling people and instead cancel their actions. Nothing good comes from digging up the past, as it is filled with embarrassing Justice t-shirts, feather hair clips and all our not-so-proud moments.
Meet the Writer:
Sarah Kadous is a 15 year old Muslim American political activist and writer from the mostly sunny San Diego, CA. Kadous is currently a sophomore at Mt. Carmel High School, and plans on pursuing a career in political journalism and public policy once she graduates. When she's not fulfilling her duties as a writer for Adolescent Content and Pure Nowhere, you'll fine her rocking out to Tchaikovsky in her bedroom, eating a plethora of strawberries, protesting on the streets or angrily listening to the news while on a run.
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The property was on the Straits of Mackinaw & had a nice view of the bridge. The room itself & bathroom were very small and dated. The shower extremely tight, with the water having an iron taste and smell to it. Had a decent refrigerator, but no microwave. The queen size bed was hard and uncomfortable. Unfortunately, I also thought the proprietress was abrupt & abrasive at check in.


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Is a genuinely happy marriage attainable? Are there any solutions to the issues of separation and divorce? Can we face the pressures which subtly seduce us away from the priority of marriage? Margaret McCracken believes the answer is a resounding 'yes'! Without judgement, Margaret works her way through some of the core issues that too often turn God's intentions for marriage into a battlefield. This book brings strength and hope into marriages – giving failing marriages a fighting chance and offering good marriages the tools to become even greater.
With empathy, humour, sensitivity and practical wisdom, 'Bulletproof Your Marriage' gives powerful insights into a marriage that will withstand the test of time. If you desire a home filled with contentment, peace and some much-needed fun, this resource will inspire you to rekindle the wonder and beauty of a loving marriage relationship.
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Suzanne Collins, author of 'The Hunger Games' series wrote in her novel that "hope is the only thing stronger than fear" and never a truer word did she write. Fear is the epitome of negative emotion leading only to other negative emotions and even life limiting choices. Hope trumps fear every time. It gets people out of bed in the morning for if we didn't have hope what would we have? And despite many negative experiences I still hold onto hope. It is sometimes more diminished than at other times but we hold on, just in case…
And hope leads us nicely to possibility. You can have hope without truly believing that something amazing might just be round the corner but it is the possibility of what could be that keeps us thriving. The possibility that tomorrow could be better, that this year might be better than last, that one day we might be truly happy…
Even when life gets tough I am happy surrounded by my family. We share the same sense of humour, traditions and memories to last a lifetime. I take pride in what they do as much as in myself and I am grateful every day for each and every one of them.
I mentioned humour underneath family because one of the things I love the most is how much we all laugh together. I remember one particular period in my early 20's looking at my mum and telling her I didn't know if I would ever laugh again. That's how it felt, like all the laughter had been sucked out of me. It was one of those 'had to be there' moments that made me laugh again but to this day mum and I still chuckle heartily when we remember that day…
I am always striving to be better – a better dancer, a better teacher, a better person, fitter, stronger, happier…. And I like it. It gives me goals to work towards. I work hard at the gym, I try to eat healthily and this year, for the first time, possibly ever, I am taking some time to work on me – who I am and where I could go?
Number 5's 'where I could go' may have been more figurative than literal but I like the latter form too. I love seeing new places and discovering new things. My aim is at least two new countries a year. It makes me feel like I am doing things, getting on, moving forward. It makes me feel alive.
In order to travel you need to have a job which allows you to do it so a job with good holidays helps! But teaching is more than that for me. When tough things happen I feel fortunate to have a job that I can throw myself into. I can think of nothing other than the young people I teach from 8am to 4pm and that has got me through some dark times. As well as that I see young people going through tough times and I like nothing more than to try and help them through. It may be cliché but it is why I got into teaching. Young people are inspiring and reason number 7 on my list of why I keep fighting.
I am stubborn. In many ways it is a character flaw but in this battle of minds between the happy me and the depressed me I will win! And the battle isn't just with myself but with all those who have hurt me in the past. I don't want you to be the reason I didn't survive this. I will keep going and I will become a better version of myself.
I may live in Edinburgh but home will always be the Highlands and at home I will always find peace. I love going home, then get stir crazy when I am there for too long, then miss it when I leave. I can't win but who wouldn't love this view day after day?
August has become a great month for me – I still have a few weeks off and yet there is nothing quite like new beginnings to motivate you. The new school term starts, the new football season starts and new plans get pressed into action. And one more thing – Edinburgh Fringe! I started reviewing for an online publication two years ago now and so the Edinburgh Fringe Festival has taken on whole new meaning as I get to fully immerse myself in it with media pass included. The Festival combines so many of my favourite things and the year just wouldn't be the same without it.
Of course August also heralds the start of the football season and football is about so much more than 22 men chasing a ball round a park for 90 minutes for me. Hearts gave me a focus and passion when I was young and directionless, then it gave me friends and a reason to go out when I had just arrived in Edinburgh and knew nobody. Those friends are still there and so I always have something to do on a Saturday whether I'm having a good day or bad (of course the score can always ruin that…).
From August to December in one quick flash. The festive season does bring about mixed feelings. It can be an incredibly difficult time when thoughts of everything you don't have come to mind, but then you smell a warm mince-pie straight out of the oven, you hear the excitement of your niece and nephew and you enjoy one too many glasses of champagne with family and friends and soon it is a happy time to cherish what you do have.
It is easy to assume when you suffer from a mental health condition that you are weak but in fact I believe it is the exact opposite and we are stronger than everyone else because it is not easy to get up every day despite the burden on your shoulders – and I am still here.


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One of the most highly anticipated events from the world of video games played out last night (here in the States, anyway) as Nintendo brass unveiled an extensive look at their brand-new gaming system, the Nintendo Switch. For a little over an hour, the occasionally awkward presentation gave gaming fans a taste of what the new hardware has to offer and revealed some hard facts bout the Switch's price, release date, and titles. There was also a spotlight shone on the system's unique variety of play styles that prioritizes mobile gaming, social gaming, and sharing.
But to be honest, the presentation was a little underwhelming. Hardcore Nintendo fans will undoubtedly be pre-ordering this system ASAP (Nintendo is taking those orders now), but outside of the company's Zelda and Mario franchises, there wasn't a lot to be excited about. However, those two names alone–each of which is getting a new title on this system–will be enough to justify the cost for many. While Super Mario Odyssey, featuring the title hero and his newly animated hat romping through an urban landscape, isn't due out until this holiday season, the thing that really saved the March 3rd launch of Nintendo Switch is this: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild will be the system's launch title.
Here's what you need to know:
- The Nintendo Switch will retail for $299.99 U.S.
- It will include "the Nintendo Switch console and Nintendo Switch dock in black, and left and right Joy-Con controllers in a contrasting gray. It also includes all the extras you need to get started", like an AC adapter. How kind!
- There's a color variant of the same system for the same price, just with a red and a blue Joy-Con controller in place of the gray ones.
- Nintendo Switch will launch on March 3rd, along with The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild.
- There are plenty of other accessories available for purchase, like the Nintendo Switch Pro Controller, extra Joy-Con controllers, and the Joy-Con Wheel for games like Mario Kart 8 Deluxe.
- Nintendo will be launching an online gaming service this March. There will be a free trial through Fall 2017, but subscribers will have access to more features.
- The Nintendo Switch will be on display for hands-on testing at a number of live events starting this weekend.
- Software will not be region locked. There are 80 titles in active development, according to Nintendo.
Here's a selection of some of the highlights of the presentation, followed by all of the game trailers and a video playback of the full presentation itself:
Take a closer look at the features of each Joy-Con controller. #NintendoSwitch pic.twitter.com/JuHBvoWRXI
— Nintendo of America (@NintendoAmerica) January 13, 2017
It's time for Nintendo Treehouse: Live! Tune in for live demos of #NintendoSwitch games! https://t.co/zULq7LjFwh pic.twitter.com/yak1gclTBM
— Nintendo of America (@NintendoAmerica) January 13, 2017
Mario's hat looks quite unusual. What role will it play in this adventure…? Coming to #NintendoSwitch Holiday 2017. #SuperMarioOdyssey pic.twitter.com/c0SwnRAbo9
— Nintendo of America (@NintendoAmerica) January 13, 2017
The Legend of #Zelda: Breath of the Wild comes to #NintendoSwitch on 3/3! pic.twitter.com/bXL540cxC5
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I love stripes and mitred corners. Takes some skill but well worth it.
I'm also giving serious consideration to participating in a scrap quiltalong being hosted by Katy ( she's a Ginger Monkey). Katy's suggesting ugly fabrics to make a thing of beauty. This really appeals to me and I do have some ugly fabrics. Perhaps I don't have enough ugly fabrics so I'll use some scraps and scraps of old backing fabrics as well. Although, the more I look at my fabrics I've come to realise many of my fabrics are in fact ugly. How ugly is ugly? The really ugly ones are difficult to find as they're the ones pushed to the bottom of the fabric bins and you have to dig deep to find them. I've also discovered it takes a long time to press and cut them and at least 49 different fabrics is a lot of fabrics.


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The timezone in McKinley Elementary School is America/Whitehorse
Morning Sunrise at 05:26 and Evening Sunset at 18:41. It's Dark
Rough GPS position Latitude. 46.5914°, Longitude. -120.5242°
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Weather near McKinley Elementary School Last report from Yakima, Yakima Air Terminal, WA 4.5km awayTemperature: 11°C / 52°F
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school building(s) where instruction in one or more branches of knowledge takes place.
- McKinley Elementary School (0km)
- Saint Pauls Cathedral School (0.6km)
- Yakima Valley Junior College (0.8km)
- Franklin Middle School (0.8km)
- Davis High School (1km)
- Roosevelt Elementary School (1.1km)
- Grace Lutheran School (1.4km)
- McClure Elementary School (1.6km)
- Hoover Elementary School (1.8km)
- Lewis and Clark Middle School (2.1km)
- Garfield Elementary School (2.2km)
- Nob Hill Elementary School (2.4km)
- Madison School (2.5km)
- Robertson Elementary School (2.5km)
- Brookside Academy (2.6km)
- Saint Josephs-Marguette Middle School (2.7km)
- Broadway School (2.7km)
- Perry Institute (2.8km)
- Washington Junior High School (3km)
- Stanton Florence School (3.1km)
- Barge-Lincoln Elementary School (3.1km)
- Adams Elementary School (3.1km)
- Castlevale School (3.3km)
- Lincoln School (3.4km)
- Eisenhower High School (3.4km)
- Jefferson School (3.5km)
- Klein School (3.6km)
- Wilson Middle School (3.8km)
- Whitney Elementary School (3.8km)
park an area, often of forested land, maintained as a place of beauty, or for recreation.
- Larson Park (0.6km)
- Franklin Park (1km)
- Lions Park (1.1km)
- Milroy Park (1.5km)
- Broadway Park (2.5km)
- Miller Park (3km)
- Elks Memorial Park (3.1km)
- Kiwanis Park (3.8km)
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- Southgate Shopping Center (1.5km)
- Nob Hill Plaza (1.7km)
- Yakima Mall (2.6km)
- Westpark Shopping Center (3.5km)
- Broadmead Shopping Center (3.6km)
- Stewart (3.7km)
- Central Washington Fairgrounds (3.8km)
church a building for public Christian worship.
- Mount Hope Church (2.4km)
- Saint Michaels Church (2.8km)
- Bethel Church (2.8km)
Accommodation around McKinley Elementary School
Rosedell Bed & Breakfast 1811 W Yakima Avenue, Yakima
Hilton Garden Inn Yakima 401 East Yakima Avenue, Yakima
Red Lion Hotel Yakima Center 607 E Yakima Ave, Yakima
populated place a city, town, village, or other agglomeration of buildings where people live and work.
- Yakima (2.2km)
- South Broadway (3.3km)
- Washington Park (3.4km)
airport a place where aircraft regularly land and take off, with runways, navigational aids, and major facilities for the commercial handling of passengers and cargo.
- Saint Elizabeth Hospital Heliport (0.8km)
- Yakima Valley Memorial Hospital Heliport (1.9km)
- Yakima Air Terminal Airport (3.4km)
canal an artificial watercourse.
- Naches And Cowiche Ditch (2km)
- Union Canal (3.7km)
- Congdon Canal (3.7km)
tower a high conspicuous structure, typically much higher than its diameter.
- KYSC-FM (Yakima) (0.9km)
- KIT-AM (Yakima) (3.6km)
cemetery a burial place or ground.
- Calvary Cemetery (2km)
- Tahoma Cemetery (2.2km)
stream a body of running water moving to a lower level in a channel on land.
- Spring Creek (3.6km)
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Lifelong Learning classes are offered after school for students of all ages.
The after school classes available at Heatherwood can be found through BVSD Lifelong Learning or through an independent organization listed in the Community Connections Resource Webpage or on the bulletin board in the main hallway of the school. Click here to search for all the Heatherwood options. Note that the independent organizations are not BVSD-endorsed but simply rent space (classroom or gym) the building through the BVSD Community School program.


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The Federal Government has disclosed plans to reduce subsidies on petroleum products by half next year after sharp falls in universal crude prices, spurred a reversal of its 2015 budget downwards.
A revised budget figure was submitted by President Goodluck Jonathan to lawmakers last week, proposing to spend 458.68 billion naira ($2.59bn) on petrol subsidy in 2015, down from 971.14 billion naira presented for 2014.
It also assumed additional cuts to petrol subsidies in 2016 to 408.68 billion naira and 371.18 billion naira for 2017.
The Minister of finance and Coordinating Minister of the Economy, Dr. Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala has proposed reducing the assumed benchmark oil price for the 2015 budget to $73 per barrel from the $78 proposed in September, after the collapsed of universal crude prices.
The minister told source last week that the fall in oil price, which has lost almost 30 percent since July, would impact the economy, which requires the government to cut non-essential expenses and raise more revenues.
The federal government tried to put an end to subsidy in 2012 in effort to cut government expenses and encourage urgently needed investment in local refining, doubling the price of a litre of petrol to about 150 naira ($0.93) from about 65 naira overnight.


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Articuno is one of the three Legendary Birds that appeared in The Power of One.
On a blizzard-filled night as a result of the disruption of the weather, Articuno comes from its home on Ice Island to freeze the sea. After managing to avoid being captured by Lawrence III, it, along with Moltres and Zapdos, goes on a rampage. When Lugia emerges from the water to stop the birds, Articuno, Zapdos and Moltres ultimately knock it out before resuming their three-way feud. During the fray, Articuno gets knocked out by Moltres and Zapdos on Ice Island, crashing into the shrine where the Ice Sphere had been to knock it out completely. It eventually regains consciousness, but is later calmed by the ancient song played by Melody, flying alongside the calmed Moltres and Zapdos and revived Lugia before returning in peace to Ice Island.
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The Unusual Animal World
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In this booklet we synthesize 12 kinds of different animal's characteristics to compose a unique animal. Some of the animals are familiar to kids, some are not. Children can recognize animal's features, and also perceive diverse matters that associate with harmony and fancy image, thereby the creative ability is stimulated. On the other hand the exquisite observation and distinguish abilities are increased. The concentration ability for children is enhanced and the learning interest is widened.


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There is nothing like home for your loved ones regardless of their needs. We all share similar concerns about their care and support and naturally want to enable them to remain in and enjoy their own home for as long as possible. That's where Bosworth Homecare can really make a difference to the quality of life of those whom we support.
Respite Care
The reality is that there are times when even the most loving and dedicated family and friends need a break. There can be any number of reasons for this; perhaps the person supporting is themselves unwell or has to be elsewhere, or maybe they are taking a well deserved holiday? This is where we can come in. Without respite care services, those cared for at home would often have no option but to enter into a residential facility. For those with dementia or learning disabilities this can be an extremely stressful and upsetting prospect; as well as for their carers too.
In these situations, Bosworth Homecare's highly trained and experienced team can offer our Home Care service on a temporary basis, be it from a couple of hours to cover a shopping trip, right up to a few weeks whilst the primary carer is away on holiday.
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Our Personal Care services provide hands-on help with those basic functions of life, all provided with sensitivity to the emotional issues so often connected with an inability to perform these essential functions. Our team are trained to ensure that the appropriate safety precautions are taken to promote health and well being.
Support with daily living can cover various tasks that you may have difficulty with; for example feeding, bathing or dressing yourself, remembering to take your medication and shopping. Our support means that your life will be made so much easier and our services cover a wide range of tasks. This may include getting up and dressed, preparing meals, assisting to the toilet, help with taking medication, assisting with paperwork, and general companionship.
We can support you with your daily routine and offer assistance with all aspects of pesonal care such as shaving and hair care, etc.
One of the most rewarding aspects of home care support is the difference companionship can make. Our companionship services are tailored to support your choices and deliver the care you need to live your life how you choose.
Companionship provides a valuable social benefit by preventing isolation and helping to reduce depression from being alone. It also provides invaluable peace of mind to the person's family by offering information and respite for family and friends.
These services help make life more manageable. Companions are essential "eyes and ears" to family members. Most importantly, they act as a friend who listens and cares. Bosworth Homecare makes sure that you are never alone if you are worried about feeling withdrawn from society.
Through our companionship service we can support you or your loved ones to appoinments and social activities.
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When a potential client or their loved one approaches us for live-in care, the first step is to find out as much as we can about that person, their interests, history and personality. Based on this information, the care team will produce a support plan, which is tailored to suit that person's needs and wishes.
Working in teams our carers provide excellent care to your loved ones in the comfort and security of their own homes, either on a permanent or respite basis. We have carers specialising in a range of conditions including Dementia and Parkinson's providing excellent round-the-clock care, without the disruption of moving into a care home.


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Candy could still hear Scott gasping for air when the stranger's hunting knife lodged into Scott's throat. The sight of all that blood spurting and the panic on Scott's face.
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We were formed in March 1971 and meet on the first Tuesday of every month at 7.30pm in Church Cottage, behind St. Michael's Church,Basingstoke RG21 7QW. We invite you to "try us out" – a warm welcome awaits you and we make no charge for the first two visits, by which time we hope you will want to join us.
We have a variety of guest speakers at our monthly meetings plus members are welcome to join in with alternative activities such as coffee mornings, play readings, quiz time and many more which are all hosted by our members in their own homes. What a great way to meet new people and have an enjoyable time.
Church Cottage has full disabled access.
Other Activities
- Play Readings – The 'Jam Tarts' meet once a month, usually the second Tuesday of each month, to read a variety of plays chosen by the group.
- Cribbage – Interested members play crib, usually the third Tuesday of each month; if you have never played, help and advice will be available.
- Games Evening – Interested members meet, normally once a month on a Wednesday evening, to play a variety of board and card games.
4 June 2019
- Talk – My life in film
- Speaker – Alan Turton
- Competition – A book you would like made into a film
2 July 2019
- Activity – Indoor Curling
- Competition – A Game of Curling
5 August 2019
- Garden Meeting at the home of the President
3 September 2019
- Talk – The Samaritans
- Competition – Something from your Garden
1 October 2019
- Talk – A writer's journey: what I learned along the way
- Speaker – Helen Matthews
- Competition – My best tip for travelling
5 November 2019
- Activity – Craft Evening
- Competition – An item from your handbag
3 December 2019
- Activity – Quiz provided by John Banks
- Competition – A small Christmas tree decoration
7 January 2020
- Talk – The History of Spinning and Weaving
- Speaker – Jan Blight
- Competition – Christmas Card: a Christmas Tree
4 February 2020
- Talk – A student nurse in the 1960s
- Speaker – Shelagh le Marechal
- Competition – Something from the 1960s
3 March 2020 – Birthday Meeting
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8 April 2020
- Talk – Growing old disgracefully
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In conversation with… US digital leader Aaron Snow
Few know more about how governments can best deploy digital technology than Aaron Snow.
He is is a founding deputy commissioner of the Technology Transformation Service and also co-founded 18F, the 200-person digital agency at the heart of the US government. Aaron is also a former Presidential Innovation Fellow, where he focused on improving the US government's technology procurement process and tools.
He took time out from his current role as chief operating officer of cBrain. North America, to sit down with CPI's Joel Tito and discuss the role of artificial intelligence (AI) in government. Find out why he believes AI is similar to magic and why he wants us to start thinking about how governments use this technology right now.
The Centre for Public Impact is investigating the way in which artificial intelligence (AI) can improve outcomes for citizens.
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The purpose of Mohyi Labs is to create the future. Mohyi Labs is a product development, design, and consultation company currently focused on developing a cutting-edge radial impeller driven "Bladeless Drone". Mohyi Labs has pioneered a breakthrough Ducted Counter-Vortex Impeller technology that will revolutionize not only the consumer drone industry, but the future of logistics and personal transportation. Its patented geometry works by altering the airflow out of a vortex pattern and converting it into useable thrust. Additional advantages of the technology include the ability to operate both in the air and in sub-aquatic environments.
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Content Marketing | 09/06/2017
How to Leverage Investor Curiosity in Advisor Marketing
This weekend, my three-year-old was playing with his older brother's watch trying to figure out how it works. He could successfully set the alarm and make it beep. He could adjust the time and switch back and forth between 24-hour and 12-hour clocks. But that wasn't enough. He attempted to disassemble the entire watch and succeeded in breaking the watch face in the process. His curiosity might not have killed a cat, but the watch will never be the same.
Curiosity is dangerous like that. People who are curious are often thought of as the troublemakers or the pot stirrers because becoming curious about a topic is full of potentially disruptive thoughts and actions. Curious people go looking for answers.
Curious investors do the same thing. And that's the exact point at which your message needs to be heard.
Something to remember about curious investors: they have to have a basic knowledge of a topic before they get curious about it. We aren't intrigued by things we don't know anything about. For investors, they often have very general ideas about wanting to be tax-efficient or they recognize that they don't want to run out of money in retirement. These very basic ideas drive them to learn more, which means they'll research these ideas on the internet.
In George Loewenstein's article on "The Psychology of Curiosity," he said, "To induce curiosity about a particular topic, it may be necessary to prime the pump, to use intriguing information to get folks interested so that they become more curious."
Inbound marketing is built around this pump-priming, which takes the form of articles, ebooks, and other resources that have been properly published with both the bots who crawl your website and the humans who read that content in mind. Advisors commonly think that if they "give away their secrets" on their websites, investors won't need them, but that isn't how curiosity works.
Once we find out some information about a topic, we typically become hungry for more. As you provide basic information to anyone who comes to your website, you help them grow in their awareness while increasing their curiosity. That's when you want deeper content behind a wall that requires visitors to provide their email address to receive it.
Often, people whose curiosity is building stay in the awareness phase (the first phase of the buyer's journey) gathering data for a while. They may read a number of articles and even download a few ebooks to delve deeper into a subject. At certain points, they may begin to think they can implement your ideas themselves, and that's when you need to go beyond just providing them with content.
This is where email marketing becomes so important. The curious investors who have spent time downloading information from you and were interested enough to give you their email address are expecting you to write to them. When you do, make sure you follow common email decency and talk with them in ways you find respectful. I get too many condescending emails from people trying to sell me stuff. Getting the tone wrong is one of the fastest ways to get me to hit the unsubscribe button.
There are a lot of marketers out there who will tell you to be edgy or put pressure on your prospects, but we haven't seen advisors find much success with that approach. Those tactics are built for more product-based, one-off sales industries. In an industry built on lasting trust, we've found that the very best results come from just being yourself. Talk with prospects online the same way you would if you met them in person. Give them information that explains why they should consider using your firm and give them a glimpse at how they become a client.
Curious investors are looking for you. You can honor their curiosity and help them make wise decisions. Keep in mind that there's plenty of information out there that can harm them. Keep writing and publishing so they don't wind up with a broken watch (or a dead cat).
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Mosaics in Museums: Training for Collections Managers
The Mediterranean region possesses an extraordinary number of lifted mosaics that are either on display or in storage at various national, regional, and site museums. In many cases, the mosaics in storage are in extremely fragile condition due to inappropriate lifting and relaying techniques, lack of any backing, poor storage conditions, and too few trained personnel.
In June 2012 the workshop Saving the Mosaics in Museums of the Southern and Eastern Mediterranean was held in Amman, Jordan. Nineteen professionals from Algeria, Cyprus, Egypt, Jordan, Lebanon, Libya, Morocco, Tunisia, and Turkey gathered for a three-week course covering a range of topics on the conservation and presentation of lifted mosaics in museums.
Organized by ICCROM, the training program was supported by a grant from the Getty Foundation and received the patronage of HRH Princess Sumaya bint El Hassan, vice chairman of the board of trustees of the Jordan Museum, Jordan.
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Capital acts as a bulwark against losses and affords protection for members when a credit union is experiencing economic instability. Therefore, a credit union's level of capital is a crucial measurement of its financial resilience. When looking at safety and soundness, the higher the capital, the better.
On our test to measure the adequacy of a credit union's capital, TEACHERS racked up 20 out of a possible 30 points, better than the national average of 15.65.
TEACHERS appears to be more resilient than its peers, with a capitalization ratio of 20.00 percent in our test, better than the average for all credit unions.
In this test, Bankrate tries to determine the effect of troubled assets, such as past-due mortgages, on the credit union's loan loss reserves and overall capitalization.
A credit union with large numbers of these kinds of assets could eventually be required to use capital to absorb losses, cutting down on its equity cushion. Many of those assets are also likely to be in non-accrual status and no longer earning interest for the credit union, diminishing earnings and increasing the chances of a future failure.
On Bankrate's test of asset quality, TEACHERS scored 40 out of a possible 40 points, better than the national average of 38.09 points.
How successful a credit union is at earning money affects its safety and soundness. Earnings may be retained by the credit union, boosting its capital buffer, or be used to address problematic loans, likely making the credit union better prepared to withstand economic trouble. Conversely, losses lessen a credit union's ability to do those things.
TEACHERS scored 4 out of a possible 30 on Bankrate's test of earnings, lower than the national average of 10.11.
TEACHERS had an earnings ratio of 0.00 percent in our test, better than the average for all credit unions, an indication that it's running ahead of its peers in this area.
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Without the Virgin Islands, the Snoloha concept simply would never have existed. That first visit to Bolongo Bay all those years ago changed and shaped my life in ways I could not have imagined. And now...Paradise, lost? Not if we all do our part to help. The world needs the Virgin Islands. 100% of the profit from every Snoloha VI LOVE shirt sold will go directly to Kenny Chesney's Love For Love City Foundation, benefiting Hurricane Irma disaster relief for the US and British Virgin Islands.
For this shirt we are going with fun, bright 'island-y' colors because this is about celebrating and rebuilding the islands we all LOVE. This is a super-soft, baby-knit t-shirt that looks great on both men and women – it fits like a well-loved favorite. Cotton / poly blend. • 100% ring-spun cotton (heather colors contain polyester) • Baby-knit jersey • Shoulder-to-shoulder taping • Cover stitched and hemmed sleeves • Side-seamed
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A 55-Sqm Contemporary Loft Condo Designed For Total Relaxation
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"The initial plan was to have it rented, but when he saw the unit he said he'll just stay instead" laughs Interior designer Anla Li-Tan on this loft condo she recently worked on. The owner of the loft is a doctor who purchased the unit for rental or re-sell it. Anla is a licensed interior designer who runs her own firm. Since the loft condo was initially for rent, the interior designer crafted the unit with a palette of browns and touches of silver to appeal to any market. She also wanted the space to be very relaxing and calm. The result is a loft condo that is warm and welcoming with a very contemporary style.
Even if the owner doesn't cook, Anla still installed a fully-functioning kitchen in case the owner changes his mind to resell the unit (although, it is unlikely). Separating the kitchen from the living area is a breakfast counter with chairs from Prizmic and Brill. The breakfast bar also creates a U-shaped pocket for the kitchen, separating it from the rest of the unit. The interior designer made perfect provisions for the microwave to fit in the kitchen.
Under the loft's stairs and across the kitchen is the unit's powder room dressed in gray wooden laminates, glass, and machuca tiles. The designer used laminates on the walls because it is unlikely that they will get wet, unlike in a bathroom.
Since real wood is expensive and laminates are sometimes low quality, the interior designer incorporated a lot engineered wood in the design. Engineered wood are more affordable than real wood but are just as durable. The curtains were custom-made and were even fitted to end right before they hit the stairs. A TV is to be installed facing the chesterfield couch, against the wooden slats of the stairs.
On the second floor of the condo unit is the bedroom and bathroom. Wooden finishes is installed from the floors to the walls for a warm feel. Before entering the bathroom, tiled with patterned tiles from La Europa, the interior designer installed fit-in cabinets that create the illusion of a mini walk-in closet.


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I am so thankful for the blessing of the opportunity to slow down and experience a walk with MY FATHER!
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I am so thankful for the blessing of the opportunity to slow down and experience a walk with MY FATHER!
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Oh Kim..I just love this post so much. I love first of all how you listened to your body and when you did, look at the blessing you got! And your prayer walk has inspired me so much that I have printed off your this post to take with me on my next nature walk - it will be a starting point for my own prayer walk. Thank you so much for sharing this with us xxx
- June 28, 2010 at 3:35 AM
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Kim, what a beautiful post. I am glad you rewalked your walk because looks like that is where God really spoke to you. I love the pictures on your walk! Especially the ants running to and fro..reminds me of me. Running in a circle and not knowing where you are going. And the King Toad! Very nice Kim :)
- June 28, 2010 at 3:40 AM
- Roxane B. Salonen said...
Kim, a very powerful post. Your writing is growing in leaps and bounds. Just gorgeous! I really felt as if I were with you on that walk. I think I've taken walks like that before; when all of a sudden I became aware of what I had just been missing, and I take time to take it in anew. Those are beautiful moments indeed!
- June 28, 2010 at 8:45 PM
- Mary Aalgaard said...
Beautiful images. Thanks for the walk.
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I have a question for you and I hope it makes you stop, think and smile at the possibility that lies before you ...
When you view birth which lens do you look through, the rose, clear, or poopy brown tinted lens?
I'm asking because the way you view birth is important. It will effect the outcome of your birth experience regardless of what actually, physically happens on the day.
Birth is 10% what happens and 90% how YOU think and a feel about it. And there is a heap of evidence out there to support my saying.
Your experience doesn't have to be a bed of roses nor a complete heap of poop for it to be positive. You dont have to like the way your baby is born BUT you do need to recognise your coping skills. You need to have a belief in your ability to use these coping skills. Use them to best effect when any waves of uncertainty come your way.
Perspective is the most powerful thing you can have for positive birth experience.
A clear perspective allows your mind to remain free from self doubt, worry and anxious thoughts. A clear mind impacts your feelings in a positive way leaving you feeling like everything is just right in your world. That place where everything is just in your world is a place where you feel calmness, confidence and courageousness. This is the formula that will bring about your positive experience. Finding your unique formula for birth is what we do when we work together.
Which lens will you wear when you birth your baby? When we work together we take those brown ones off and toss them aside. We firmly place the clear ones on and then most of my clients switch to the rosy ones once they've realise their own inner brilliance. You can find their amazing birth stories all over our website.
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The projected drawback of United States and NATO Forces in 2014 has once again rekindled Pakistan Army's imperial pretensions over Afghanistan. Post-2014 scenarios being discussed in the strategic community paint dismal scenarios of Afghanistan re-emerging as a global and regional hotspot with destabilising spill-over effects all around.
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E-Commerce Insights for Today and Tomorrow: The Beat Goes On
Shoppers increasingly want their orders delivered promptly to their homes, but many don't want to pay for shipping, and an increasing number are seeking similar treatment on product returns. Retailers, wanting to meet customer expectations, dip into bottom-line profits to … Read more
Consumers, Cash and Carbon: A Challenging Balance
Last Sunday, I pulled into my neighborhood behind a U.S. Postal Service (USPS) delivery truck. It stopped at one of eight houses on my short street to deliver one package that the resident had likely ordered from Amazon. This event … Read more
Ship-from-store. Using your brick-and-mortar stores as fulfillment centers
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Stuck for things to do in December? Here are the top events taking place on campus and in the city this month.
Find out why 3rd year Electrical and Engineering student Peenki thinks Newcastle is the best home for any EEE student.
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If you've only been a uni student for a few months, I know your struggles. Getting up late for lectures, sitting quietly at a seminar wishing your seminar leader wouldn't pick on you and revising frantically for a mock exam. That's why I've put together a guide for you to ease into student life here
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Our training in the subject of managing difficult behaviours and aggression all follow the Able 6-Stage Target Model which is based on the principles of positive behavioural support, pro-active and responsive strategies and de-escalation. It is a person centred approach suitable for both adult and child environments and adapts to fits all forms of environments and behaviours.
This Challenging Behaviour in Adult Care training is currently taught to staff around the country to assist those working with adults with dementia, mental health and/or substance misuse issues, clients with learning disabilities or autism. The Able system is praised for its simple but effective principles, its person centred approach and its adaptable design.
This half or full day course will enable participants to explore the issues that lead to challenging behaviour and is tailored to your environment and needs. They will learn:
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Delegates will learn how to respond to rather than react to challenging behaviour through techniques including:
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- Appropriate use of praise and extinguishing behaviours.
The course includes the use of clear communication, de-escalation techniques and problem solving with the individual to create win-win outcomes, as well as what to do when faced with danger.
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