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Killer are based in Salisbury and have problems in persuading anyone 'of influence' to travel to the standing stones-strewn wilds of Wiltshire and witness their brand of murderous metal. This in spite of a five track demo tape which, the band claim, has attracted the interest of several record companies.Source: Kerrang! No. 3, September 1981
A cut-throat quintet, Killer have been together for a year and comprise alan Marsh (vocals), Andy boulton (guitar), Ray Disomore (guitar), andy Robbins (bass) and Steve Pierce (drums). Their emblem - a snarling, scaled dragon-cat hybrid, very Dennis Wheately - is a successful amalgam of weirdness, witchcraft and demonic design.
In the past two months, the group have begun to venture into the capital's venues and immoedestly proclaim that they regularly receive 'amazing responses' considering their unkown status. "We are now attracting audiences in excess of 250 every time we play at the Horseshoe in London's Tottenham Court Road," says Bassman Robbins proudly.
Musically, Killer play an 'unusually original' brand of HM 'combining hard-driving rhythms with closely-knit guitar and vocal harmonies'.
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A vigil took place Thursday at 8:30 p.m. for Joseph "Joey" Weber, a 36 year old man with autism who was shot two weeks ago in an incident with police.
Investigators have released few details about the shooting, and many in Hays are questioning the circumstances of the incident. The nighttime vigil, however, was focused to serve as a remembrance and celebration of his life.
Community members shared fond memories and closed with a prayer, The Our Father, and Joey's favorite song, "No Longer Slaves".


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Chapter 3
My eyes fluttered open to the sight of Satel's lust-darkened eyes and messy hair- thanks to our actions last night. I almost wanted to laugh at the fact that I managed to get Mr. Perfect Hair's strands tangled, but my mate sharply brought me back to reality by pressing up against the cradle of my hips. I made an embarrassing noise in the back of my throat as my head tossed back against the pillows.
Elit above, he was in the mood this early in the morning!?
No, wait- I glanced over to the window and noticed that it wasn't that early. Damn it, I must've slept in.
"Wot time is it?" I asked groggily, wondering how in the five hells I managed to get up so late. …I suppose it wasn't that much of a mystery- Satel has been keeping me up rather late for the past few nights. He was getting unusually insatiable in bed, like he couldn't stop once we'd started.
If I didn't enjoy it so much, I would be getting worried about it. Since falucite couldn't receive pleasure without the aid of their mates, I had to assume that I had some part in it – was I just becoming a tease again and not noticing? – so I probably did entice him on more than one occasion. Though it wasn't like I was stopping him… unless I was in the middle of important business, like last night. He knew when to quit, though he did have his moments of being pushy when he knew I was free.
Satel decided to lick me from my collarbone to my jaw in lieu of an answer. When he pulled back, he had an evil grin on his face before he nuzzled me.
"It doesn't matter- I've no plans to let you go," he purred as he shifted again to rub his hardness against my belly. A flare of heat ignited in me and I knew I was only seconds away from shamelessly agreeing with him.
But I attempted a half-hearted refusal since I knew the men were expecting me out on deck soon. The perks of being the captain meant I could sleep past dawn if I wanted to, but I still had the responsibility of at least showing up.
"Ah can't stay. Rutan an' the others need me- ye know they'd get lost wit'out me."
"But I need you too, 'Tia-dear." The blond man pouted as he lowered his head to gaze at me from under his bangs. "They can find their way on their own- I however can't live without you."
Oh please, what a drama queen! At least, that's what I wanted to tell him, before his hot mouth blazed a trail from my chin to my lips. I was gone the moment his tongue sought out to rub against mine. I raised my hands to cup his face, deciding that I could afford a few more minutes in his arms. Besides, we'd already mated most of the night- we couldn't possibly have enough energy to go more than once right now.
By all rights I should be too tired already, but somehow his touch alone made me yearn for it.
Our kissing quickly became heated and demanding as his hands trailed down my sides and my fingers once again tangled themselves in his long hair. My legs eagerly wrapped around his waist, wanting to draw his body closer to mine. I then shifted my hands so I could dance my fingers over the sparrow wings on his back.
Over the years I had gained more ink on my skin, and he ended up copying me- getting matching ones on the same areas. We both had the symbolic wings of freedom on our upper backs, a rudder wheel on the back of our right hands, and twin anchors on our left. The only ones he didn't have were my old armband tattoos and the crest of Elati that was on my ankle.
We were careful about where we placed our ink, as it was not proper to be covered in them before 'polite' society – or the clan – so all that we had were easily covered by clothing or gloves. But sweet Loerati did I love seeing him in tattoos!
Alas, the fire quickly growing between us was thoroughly doused as someone began banging on the door repeatedly like a drum. Satel pulled back to glare venomously at the intrusion while he also attempted to cover my body with his own. I assumed he did that in case one of us forgot to lock the door and he didn't want anyone to see me nude.
"MMMMMMAAAAAAAAAA!" a little voice screeched. Ah, Rutan. I let out a tired grin and looked up at my mate, only to be startled at seeing his expression darken further. His eyes narrowed and a sneer appeared at his lips, as if he was upset to hear the boy nearby. Satel never did that before- he trusted Rutan and loved him like his own.
Did Rutan do something to make him mad? It wasn't outside the realm of possibility, but they seemed fine last night.
"Wot's wrong wit' ye?" I inquired, trying to get his attention back on me.
"Nothing…" he ground out, "Let's ignore him."
Surely that reaction didn't come from mere frustration that we were interrupted? I was a little disturbed at the thought of there being discord between my mate and son. Rutan looked up to Satel- he even seemed to like him more than me, and I'm his biological mother! What reason would Satel have to be cold or hostile to a little human boy?
I almost would equate his actions to jealousy, but that didn't make any sense. It wasn't like I gave more attention to the other- I made sure to spend an equal amount of time with both my boys. …Though I kind of wished we spent more time together as a family.
"Are ye feelin' okay?" I continued to question him as I ran my fingers along his shoulders and arms. I wasn't concerned about Rutan since this was normal for him- he always saw it fit to wake me up if I happened to be late, so I knew his tone wasn't of actual panic. I didn't exactly want to ignore him, but I didn't want my suspicions about Satel to be true and exacerbate it.
"Never better," he reassured me with a real smile before he kissed me on the cheek. "I have you with me, after all."
It was sweet to hear that, but his answer did nothing to answer my concerns about him. I felt that I had just witnessed something that I needed to address, but I had no clue how to go about it.
Suddenly the pounding noise started up again, but there was another's accompanying Rutan's, just slower and stronger. I winced sympathetically at Satel's disappointed expression as he realized that there was yet another distraction calling for my name.
"Capt'n! Are ye awake yet? We need ye on the quarterdeck- we don't know where ye want us ta go!" Rohje shouted from beyond the door. I mentally cursed when I realized that I did forget to mention our next destination. I had been so busy planning for the raid for the past week that I hadn't given it much thought.
My mate was stone faced as I gave him an apologetic look. I knew he wanted to spend more time with me, but I really had to go. It wasn't as if I never spent time with him- it was just that I was only free after dark. This was never a problem before, since he had his own job to do… come to think of it, why wasn't he already gone? Did he have a day off?
"Ah have ta go," I said to him in a regretful tone.
"No. You're staying put," he insisted sternly, shocking me. Upon seeing my expression, he tilted his head down to get me to look before he thrust his hips slightly forward to remind me of his predicament.
He was stiff and unable to relieve the problem by himself. Either I had to give off the vibes of being very repulsed or distressed in order to soften him up- or I stay behind to satisfy him. I wanted to do the latter, but the incessant noise on the other side was stressing me out to where I didn't feel completely comfortable. To make matters worse, I couldn't tell them to go away or reassure them that I would be out soon. Perhaps Rohje would understand, but Rutan would stubbornly remain where he was and remind me of my supposed 'promises' to get out.
"Okay, okay… try thinking o' something disgusting," I offered, hoping that it would help. I heard it worked for the others when they had little problems they wanted to get rid of quickly. Actually, I suppose it wouldn't work that way, since I was the one who had to convince his body to back off. Imagining gross things could easily be ignored when he could still smell me.
"Why would I do such a thing when I have a tempting visage right before me?" he inquired as he found my hands and held them down so I couldn't get far.
"Ah won't be needed once a course is decided- jus' wait fer me an' ah'll be back before ye know it," I added, hoping to reason with him. If he could have a day off, then I can get one, too.
"But I don't want to wait," he relied in a patent tone as he leaned down to touch the tip of our noses together. "I'm not letting you go, and I mean that."
"MAAAAAA!" Rutan continued to wail, followed by Rohje's irritated calls to get me up.
"ALRIGHT ALREADY! AH'LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE!" I roared, wanting those two to finally shut up. No sooner than after my outburst, Satel sealed his mouth over mine and stole another heated kiss.
Damn it all to the five hells! Since when did getting out of bed become such a hassle!? I wasn't sure why Satel was demanding my attention so forcefully, but I had my priorities. No matter how much I liked his attentions, we were both going to have to wait until I'd completed my duty to the others.
My heart began to race in both guilty excitement and panic when I felt the man shift his lower body so our groins were even. I had only a matter of seconds to stop him before it was too late- and if I didn't know Rutan was still out there, stubborn little brat, I would've let it happen anyway.
"The smell o' rotten moaghos, sweaty unwashed pirates on a hot day, fish guts served wit' cow intestines," I listed rapidly the moment his lips left mine. I recited the things that made me sick, hoping to turn my own mind and body off from arousal, thus stopping him in his tracks.
But he just gave me a confused look. "What are you…?" I cut him off with another barrage of imagery.
"Me crew moonin' the army, Didra's failed experiment wit' the grey an' hairy blob… old naked people! Think o' all that old wrinkly-"
"Okay! Stop! Just…stop," Satel requested when my body finally reacted to the near traumatic images. I let out a sigh of relief when he pulled back and bowed his head in defeat.
This was one bitter victory, considering that I didn't like refusing him like this, but I really couldn't stay. I should've moved out from under him when I had the chance, but he didn't give me enough time before he collapsed like he was exhausted. Feeling slightly bad, I stupidly stroked my fingers through his hair to comfort him in his defeat.
No sooner than after I had done so, I realized that his face was pressed between my breasts and that he was smirking against my skin.
"Satel!" I wailed in disbelief when his softening member sprang to life again.
"I can't help it 'Tia-dear," he whined pitifully as he raised his face a little. Since when did it take so little to arouse him!? Used to, he could see me naked without a single twitch, but now I can't even expose a little leg without him practically jumping me.
"Ye can too, ye jus' don't want ta," I snarled as I used all my strength to try and lift his upper body from mine. He let me push him up, perhaps trying to make amends- and let me escape while I had the narrow window of opportunity.
"MA! ARE YE UP YET!?" Rutan shouted, as he resumed his pounding. Rohje was apparently satisfied with my answer and had left, but my son didn't seem to believe I would get out unless he continued to badger me.
"AH SAID GIVE ME A MINUTE!" I yelled back as I somehow shoved Satel on his back beside me and tried to scramble out of bed.
I paused long enough to glare at the door. That brat was starting to get too cheeky for his own good- I'm proud to say that he learned from the best.
"Too slow," the blond man purred as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back on the bed. I let out a shriek – something I hadn't done in years – before I frantically grabbed the edges of the bed to pull myself free.
I felt a delightful tingle as his tongue blazed a fast trail from the top of my rear to my mid back. Damn it, I shouldn't let myself feel anything right now!
Somehow, I managed to free myself with a desperate pull and fell promptly to the floor. I landed painfully on my side, but I recovered fast enough to crawl as far from the bed as I could before I dragged myself up. I had to use my desk for leverage since my muscles were stiff and my legs were tired. …For Maker's sake- how much sex did we have last night? This was getting ridiculous.
When I glanced back to make sure Satel hadn't followed me, I was struck with a wave of lust and found myself staring heatedly at him. My mate was on his belly on the bed, the covers coming only up to his lower waist. I noticed his arms were extended out, perhaps from trying to reach for me when I had fallen, but now he was propping himself up to watch me.
His eyes had darkened to a chocolate brown as he gazed at me through narrow eyelids- well I could only see one eye, as the other was covered from his loose platinum blond strands. His brow was furrowed like he was angry, but the presence of that damned evil grin changed it to something more predatory.
My belly clenched at that hungry look, and before I knew it I felt a warm reaction that was sure to get his attention. I gulped when he caught a whiff of me and his smile widened, revealing four of his eight sharp fangs. Shit, shit, shit!
I needed to put on some clothes fast- my eyes darted over to my underwear, still on the floor from last night. They had magicks in them that cleaned them overnight, but it seemed they hadn't put themselves away yet. Satel liked seeing our clothes on the floor in the morning, so he made his magicks work close to noon before any clothes not being worn were put away in our trunk. As for now, I was grateful to see them close by, because I didn't think I'd have a chance in reaching the trunk now- it was under the bed.
Fashion had long since changed in six decades. Women's underwear were getting smaller and smaller, and we seemed to be wearing less clothing. It was sometimes hard for me to adapt, considering that I grew up in a time where ladies shouldn't show more than their elbows and necks, but since I'm a tough pirate, I stopped caring about my appearance a long time ago. These days, I'd just wear whatever Satel brought home.
Instead of pettipants, I now had panties, which were basically tight shorts that came to my mid thigh. I quickly pulled them on to help stifle the scent of my arousal and then reached for my old camisole. They were no longer necessary as undergarments, but I couldn't bring myself to let go of everything. I showed off more cleavage than I was accustomed to, so I wanted more layers to feel comfortable about it.
However, Satel growled when I was about to put them on. Oh right- he hated my camisole just because it added another layer. I stalled long enough to spare him a glance and was mildly shocked to see he had climbed out of bed. He stood before me in all his naked glory, not one bit concerned about modesty. Oddly enough, I felt a blush come to me.
I was used to seeing him like this, and it wasn't the first time he'd look at me like he wanted to devour me, but something about the situation made it different. There was something animalistic about his actions and behavior, and it turned me on more than ever. To earn myself some time, I threw the camisole at his head and rushed over to my leggings to put them on.
"Nnk!" I squeaked just as he crossed the room and grabbed me from behind. I had just managed to pull the tight black material over my hips before my back was plastered against his form. I arched my neck when his mouth clamped down on the skin in a heated kiss. Ooh, why was he too hot to resist!? I found myself losing the battle as his hands covered my chest and my back bowed enough to where my bottom was grinding against him.
Rutan unexpectedly saved me when he called out to me again, this time using obscenities he learned from the crew and myself. It was enough to break the spell Satel was putting over me and I turned in his grasp enough to place my hands on his chest and mouth.
"Ye know, fer someone who's grounded fer disobeying me orders last night, ye sure are eager ta see me!" I called out to my son as I desperately tried to get out of my mate's arms. Considering the boy's loud voice was the only thing keeping me from succumbing to Satel's seduction tactics, I really shouldn't be sending him away with a threat, but it was getting really annoying dealing with two things at once.
"Eep!" Rutan clearly got the message and stopped knocking. I couldn't tell if he had truly forgotten about last night, or if he was hoping he wasn't in trouble.
Satel was clearly enjoying my struggles too much- he was licking and nuzzling the hand at his mouth as his other arm held me in a vice grip. Some part of me was actually having a little fun resisting him, but I forced myself to stay serious. Oh what the hell- I might as well really make him pay for this.
I leaned in and licked the crook of his neck, teasing it for a moment before I gently sank my teeth into his skin.
"Mmrph! 'Tia!" he shouted, voice muffled behind my hand. His eyes closed in pleasure and his grip loosened on me for just a second- enough for me to break free.
I pushed him away and immediately ran to my shirt and bodice. I snatched them up from the floor and kept moving, knowing that he was going to chase after me the minute he recovered. I watched his movements carefully, preparing to dodge any attempts to capture me, as I pulled on my shirt and buttoned up. I ended up jumping on the bed and walking across the surface when he tried to corner me.
By the time I reached my desk, I had my bodice on and zipped up before I reached in and pulled my breasts into the proper cups within the stiff outer restraint. Some part of me realized that such a move probably drove my mate wild, but I had no choice. I wasn't even dressed properly, but at least I was now presentable- the only problem now was that he was blocking the way to the door.
"Why did ye bother ta put something on, lassie? Ah'm jus' gonna take it off," Satel muttered in a deep tone, mimicking my accent. While he spoke to other seafarers that way, he only did this sparingly to me. That's because he knew it made me weak at the knees to hear him whisper the dialect in my ear. I'll be doomed should he be able to corner me and whisper something to me with that accent.
"Oh? Ye don't think it's fun ta peel them off me again?" I questioned as I held my arms out to the sides like I wanted him to come get me. I had one last trick to try, and if it failed, then I'd be willingly at his mercy- though I'd also be disappointed in myself for not keeping my priorities straight.
Satel didn't rush over to me- instead he stalked closer like a true predator. I held as still as I could as I waited for him to reach out to me. At the last second, I grabbed the wrist of his extended arm and yanked him forward- at the same time, I moved my body to whirl around him and press up against his back.
I grinned when I successfully restrained him, though I had only one arm trapped behind his back. My mate was both pleased and turned on by my aggressive maneuver, and even let me push him forward until his front was pressed against my desk.
"I love this forceful side of you my sirsa," he growled in delight as he smirked knowingly at me from over his shoulder.
I didn't say anything in reply- instead I planted my bare foot on his bottom and sprung myself away from him and towards the door. I ran over as fast as I could and fumbled on the lock before I realized that he wasn't coming after me. He wasn't really trying to trap me, though his wanting to play apparently was his way of trying to convince me to change my mind.
If he really wanted to stop me, he could've used his magicks a long time ago and immobilized me until I was in his grasp.
Frankly, I didn't want to go, but I knew I had to. I had my responsibilities, just as he did. I glanced back at him as I cracked open the door and found that he wasn't that upset that I was leaving him. Actually, he had a dirty grin on his face as he rolled his hips against my desk. He was giving me a blatant message that he wanted me right there- still hoping that I would change my mind and come running back to him.
I blushed again even though this was nothing new either. There was something new and exciting building between us, though I couldn't for the life of me figure out what and why it hadn't manifested long before now. It was getting hard to resist him- not that I really wanted to. I was somewhat concerned and scared by how fast our relationship seemed to be changing, and yet… my body wanted to ignored it all and enjoy it while it lasted- if there is an end to it.
It took all of my will power to slide between the small opening I made for myself and leave the cabin. My mind was cheering that I made the right and logical choice while my body cursed profanities at me for leaving my mate in that state of arousal. My last view of him as of him smirking darkly and I picked up a promise leaving his lips.
"I won't wait long."
I wasn't sure what he'd meant by that. I breathed a sigh of… I wanted to say 'relief', but I felt disappointed in myself more than anything. I took a moment to compose myself, knowing that I needed to put on my 'captain face' rather than walk out there like I had just been mauled by a wild animal.
"Now where did that little brat go?" I murmured to myself as I cracked my knuckles. The first order of business was to mete out my punishment to Rutan before we decide on a course.
But as I took my first step towards the entrance of the hall, I realized that I had forgotten to put shoes on- and I didn't have my skirt on. I was also lacking my hat and my hair was still a mess. I fearfully glanced back to the door. It was too late to go back now- if I did, then I was sure to never get out again.
"…Son o' a mermaid's whore!" I cursed loudly before I stormed out into the open. Who cared if I was underdressed- if anyone wanted a fight, then I'd kick their ass.
However, Satel actions this morning were only a prelude of what was coming. He really couldn't help himself- and he was far too distracted to realize what was going on. I was about to learn that the innocent falcie I had spent my life with was never coming back…
I was crouched down and staring straight into the youthful face of my son as he glared back at me. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt when he'd proclaimed that he had a very good reason for disobeying me last night, and I was waiting for said reason. But, it seemed to be a bluff as his lips remained sealed.
"Ye don't have a good excuse, do ye?" I muttered before Rutan's lips thinned further. He slowly shook his head before his eyes darted down to glare at the floorboards.
"But ah really was sorry fer arguin' with ye- I got ye an apology gift!" he protested as his small hand reached for the jewel from within the pocket of his long vest.
"Aye, a gift ye obtained after disobeyin' me anyway," I muttered dryly as he tried to hold it up to my face.
"So ye don't want it?" the boy asked in a hopeful tone, his eyes lighting up some at the thought of keeping his bounty. I held back my grin and sighed. He definitely was Pappy- already obsessed with his shinies.
"Ye can keep it- ah already forgive ye fer talkin' back ta me yesterday."
My words brought a smile to his freckled face, lulling him into a false sense of security that he was going to get away with his crimes completely. I waited until he stored away his new treasure, and then reached out to grip the shell of his ear to get his full attention. He winced and acted like I was hurting him, but I knew better- I wasn't pulling or using an excessive amount of pressure.
"O' course, there's still the matter o' ye sneakin' out last night," I added with a grin. "When a capt'n gives ye an order, ye must obey it. Yer a talented thief now, my lad, but ye weren't ready ta go on a raid by yerself. Ye proved that ta me last night-"
Rutan quickly showed offense to my remark as he shook his head to dislodge my fingers and interrupted me with a glare. "How so!? Ah got a shiny all on me own! Ye saw it!"
I huffed and flicked him sharply on the nose. "Yer stealin' prowess ain't bein' called into question, dummy. We trapped the town an' ye didn't know where- ye could've tripped 'em an' got hurt. An' ye didn't know ta come back ta the ship when the signal went off. We needed ta leave quickly, but we almost got caught 'cause o' ye," I listed, unable to hide my irritation with him. I then delivered my 'killing blow', "Worst off, ye don't pay attention ta yer surroundin's! An enemy was 'bout ta attack ye, an' ye didn't notice- yer lucky ah found ye in time ta save yer scrawny ass."
Though since he hadn't seen the body at the time, he had no grounds to believe me. Thankfully, he wasn't old enough to realize that I could be making up stories to play with his sympathy and whatnot- he trusted me to tell him the truth, even if he didn't like what he'd heard. Though he was sent to bed when we got back, he knew we were under fire and that only Satel and I could prevent the ship from getting damaged- even he was smart enough to figure out that his actions put everyone at risk.
His lip jutted out as he realized what exactly he did wrong. Had I not been out looking for him, I would've been here to protect everyone, and we probably wouldn't have had a confrontation at all. I didn't teach the boy to search for self-glory- he was raised to act on the behalf of an entire community. He knew that if he messed up, then the entire crew could be hurt because of him and would be disappointed in him.
But I did understand what he was trying to prove. He thought he was ready to handle the big tasks the grown ups did, but he thought wrong. All he did was worry me and became a slight burden to my plans. Thank Elit Satel came home in time to help. I didn't want to think how it would've turned out if I had to completely obliterate the town and everyone in it in order to get out.
"Ah'm sorry Ma…" Rutan mumbled, his voice cracking with emotion. This time he was holding back real tears. He then glanced up at me pitifully and tried to explain himself. "Ah jus' want ta help out like the others. Ah don't get why ah'm not ready! When will ah be!?"
"Ye'll be ready when ah say ye are," I told him as I placed my hand over the wine colored bandanna that was covering his hair. "Ye don't need ta rush- ah will teach ye wot ye need ta know 'cause someday ye will be capt'n o' this ship. But fer now, enjoy yer childhood while it lasts. Once ye become an adult, there ain't no goin' back."
"Ah know, Ma… but ah want ta do more fer the crew," he muttered, showing off his stubbornness.
"Ah know ye do, an' ah do see that yer gettin' better, but ye need ta ease into it. We can't afford mistakes, so when yer ready fer a raid on yer own, ye need ta know everythin', okay? Those lessons ah give ye are all fer trainin' ye ta be the best pirate ye can be," I said soothingly, before I pushed myself up to stand. "But fer now, yer still jus' a brat an' yer 'bout ta be punished- HEY FISHGUTS!"
"Wot!" a voice called back in response.
Fishguts was the ship's cook- a well muscled man with a chubby face and belly, since he was originally a fat man before joining the crew. I pretty much saved him from an execution many years back and he decided that he owed me his life in return. I had no idea what he did to earn his punishment or what he was before he joined, but he'd only proven to be a loyal man ever since. He didn't seem to be a pirate before he met me, but he did look the part with that scar he had on the side of his head. It extended from the top of his cheek to the side of his bald head.
"Ye get this one fer a week- work him hard!" I shouted while pointing down at my son. All because we came to an understanding didn't mean he shouldn't be punished for what would ordinarily be an act of treason against the captain. If I let him off completely free, then he'll never learn obedience.
Fishguts let out a cheer, happy that he was getting some help around the kitchen. "Ah hope ye like washin' the dishes, Rutan!"
"But Maaaaaa!" the boy whined, thinking his punishment to be too cruel.
"The kitchen or the brig- yer choice," I replied sternly, being completely serious. I had no remorse for even suggesting the brig, as Pappy threw me down there a few times (at my choice for punishment) when I was little. While this wasn't revenge, I had to agree that his old tactics of controlling me worked wonderfully on him.
"The kitchen…" he mumbled dejectedly. I had to wonder why he never chose the brig- did he have some fear of it or something?
"Now that that's settled," I announced before let out a whistle to get the attention of Rohje, Hammer, and Fishguts. I then gestured for them to follow me up to the quarterdeck to discuss more serious matters.
I considered them my top officers of the ship, though Fishguts was actually standing in place of my first officer until he was of age to attend the meetings. Since Rutan was my undisputed successor, it was only right to grant him the title of first officer, since they were the ones that succeeded the captain.
When we reached our destination, I waited for Rohje to get a map and toss it to the floor. We then stamped a foot at each corner to keep it from flying off.
"Gentleman, man whore, an' Mr. Guts," I began courteously as we all bent down to view the map. "We still have 'bout a month until the annual meetin' o' the capt'ns. As it's in the Sea of Loerati, we don't have time ta wander 'bout, but if there's anythin' important like supplies or an' extra raid, speak now an' we might be able ta get it on the way."
The Annual Captain's Meeting was something I devised, where pirates from all over the world gathered to either introduce themselves to me (if they were new) or petition for my aid. I felt it was unfair of me to stay within my home waters of Elati and made it a point to sail through all five seas and help any pirates in need. Though I did have to be careful when sailing into Tiata and Naia- due to their grudge with their sister, my powers could be stifled if I ever gave them reason to. But otherwise, I found that they left me alone as long as I wasn't trying to bend the Natural Order or attempt world domination.
"Pub visit?" Hammer asked in a hopeful tone after they thought about my offer.
I shrugged lightly. "Ah said 'important'," I respond flatly, knowing that he was going to ask to go to every port town with a brothel or tavern full of dancing girls. Though I supposed one break wouldn't hurt, we were going to an area with very few people, so there weren't many places to dock and relax.
"Ah don't care where we go- all ah ask is fer one stop at a place ta restock the food resources," Fishguts reasonably requested.
"Are we getting' low?" I inquired, wanting to gauge the urgency.
The scarred chef shook his bald head. "Nah, ah'm suggestin' jus' ta be safe."
I mentally put finding food restock ports under 'mid-priority' in my list. We could get that out of the way at the same time for Hammer's pub visit.
"So are we headin' ta Syrde? Might as well wait fer some o' the others ta show up an' go wit' them," Rohje suggested. Syrde was an island quite some ways off Rynrir, and was located right on the border of Elati and Loerati. It was definitely on the way, and any pirates from Elati's sea that were attending were sure to gather there before heading to the meeting point.
"Hmm…mebbe, but ah don't want ta wait long. We may have seen Fiet yesterday, but we can be sure he'll show up at the last possible second- if he even has time ta come," I muttered, uncommitted to the idea. Syrde had supplies, food, a pub, and it was pirate friendly, despite the fact that the nearby kingdom in Rynrir knew about the place. I didn't mind staying a few days, but certainly no longer than three.
All because I can make the ship sail faster with my magicks didn't mean that I wanted to constantly strain myself to meet deadlines.
"Bleh… Ah'm tired o' Syrde- the lasses there ain't so pretty anymore," Hammer complained before he tried to suggest other places to go instead. It wasn't long before Rohje started a mild argument with the boatswain to convince him that his idea was better.
I was trying to listen intently, as the final decision was always mine to make, but I was pulled out of my concentration when I suddenly felt something hard press against my rear. I almost toppled forward, but strong hands gripped my hips to keep me in place. I slowly glanced over my shoulder to see who was behind me.
I was expecting my mate to be there, considering any other man knew he would be dead if he attempted this, and I was not surprised to find that I was right. But I was stunned to know he came up fully dressed and still very hard. He certainly hadn't waited very long… I suppose I should've known better.
Satel smiled pleasantly at me before he rolled his hips and ground himself against me again. For the third time that day, I blushed as I turned my head back to the meeting. I was incredulous that this was even happening- was Satel really behind me, grinding against me in public? I glanced at the others and noted that everyone was totally oblivious to the falucite's presence.
I hoped that meant he'd cast an illusion spell on everyone so they couldn't see him… Or perhaps they were really that engrossed in deciding where to go. More importantly- why was I letting him do this!?
But what could I do? Pushing him away or yelling at him would only bring attention to me. I struggled to ignore him and catch up on the conversation. Surely he wouldn't let himself be caught humping me like some desperate animal- he had to be concealing himself. So long as I didn't give him away, no one would know…
Though it was getting really hard to focus on the meeting. I couldn't ignore the creep of excitement in the back of my mind and the slight warmth building up in my lower belly. Though I didn't want to get caught, I did want to see if I could get Satel to come undone. I found that I liked the rare times I could satisfy him without him having to do the same to me first. Not that our love making was a contest, but I didn't want to seem as if I was the only one getting the full enjoyment out of it.
"Yeah well, ah still think we should stay 'round here fer a bit longer," Hammer insisted before he turned his head towards me. "Wot 'bout Bardam?"
"Wot 'bout him?" I inquired as I kept my head down as if I were looking at the map. I didn't want them to see my face in case I was expressing what I was feeling. No need to invite unwanted questions.
"Innit odd he showed up like he did? Shouldn't we find out wot he's up ta before we forget 'bout him?"
Actually, Hammer did have a good point- it was odd that Bardam showed up at all, but on top of that he seemed to have waited for us to make the first move. Even if I agreed that his getting engaged was a fluke, he should've been acting as though he wanted us to stay away from Lostil, and not as if he wanted us to commit the crime. I felt like I had been set up for a trap somehow, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Ah'm curious 'bout him, too, but we have a long way ta go an' we can't afford ta waste time. That landlubber prince is gonna be grounded fer a while anyway, an' ah doubt he can follow us out o' the cove no matter how many wenches he promises ta marry," I replied stoically as I tried to ignore Satel's hardness behind me.
The blond man made a particularly strong thrust that almost toppled me over, had his hands not been there to steady me. That was a close one…
"Well can't ye use yer magicks ta make the trip shorter? Ah know ye have limits an' all, but surely we ain't that behind schedule ta not at least gather some information," Rohje replied, now agreeing with the boatswain.
"Sure- if we're talkin' 'bout reachin' Syrde, but getting' ta the meetin' place would take much more outta me," I said in dismissal as I carefully pushed back and met Satel's thrust without them noticing. On the east side of Rynrir was a long peninsula that was in the shape of a fancy boot. To get to where we were heading, we would have to get around that entire stretch of land- that could take a better part of two weeks, whereas Syrde was only a four day trip from where we were.
"Aye… but still, ah jus' can't ignore this feelin' in me gut that somethin' wrong happened last night. Ain't there any way we can get some information? Ah'll probably feel better if we hear some kinda news that explains wot happened," Hammer added, temporarily pulling me back to the problem at hand.
Hammer was a goof off about forty percent of the time, but he was serious about his work when it mattered. He also made a habit of being a mystical creep with Oracle-like senses that had helped us out in the past. When Hammer gets a 'feeling' it's something I can't ignore… though there were a few times when he faked it so he could see some girl at a port.
"Ah'll admit that this bothers me too, but ah guess we have no choice but ta ignore him fer now. Even if he had somethin' planned, he can't get ta us now. Capt'n grounded him outside o' his kingdom. It'll be a while before he can sail again," Rohje pointed out, taking my side now. That boy…
The teasing was too much- I had to move. I stood up to my full height and couldn't resist deliberately pressing against the man behind me, earning a quiet growl near my ear. The others glanced up at me briefly when I moved but soon turned their attention back to the map. That proved they couldn't see Satel then, since if they had they would've freaked out- he does that to people.
To further ensure that they wouldn't notice anything, I placed my hands over his at my hips. It was a familiar stance that I knew no one would think strangely of, though I had to be careful and time my thrusts against him. While the act wasn't doing much for me in terms of direct pleasure, I still felt aroused.
Some part of me felt terrible and ashamed that I was allowing this when I knew it was wrong, but for some reason I just couldn't tell Satel to back off. I was still enjoying this on some level, and it was partially my fault because I also had a hand in this. I wanted to pass this all off as us exploring our sexual appetites, though I could also concede that we might have a problem. This couldn't possibly be normal, even though I didn't feel too concerned about it. I better talk to him about this later and try to work this out…
"Well ah'd like ta investigate an' counteract wotever he's up ta, but ah can't be in two places at once. Ah'm afraid he's gonna have ta wait 'til after the meetin'," I muttered derisively while wriggling my hips slightly. "If we're lucky, mebbe his soon-ta-be wench will keep him too busy ta be bothered wit' us."
"…Provided she's daft enough ta stay wit' him. She heard his priorities last night- she probably called the whole thing off," my quartermaster mused with a grin.
"Poor Bardam," Fishguts commented with false sympathy, "Probably the first o' many potential wives he'll lose 'cause o' the capt'n."
Hah! I'm a marriage destroyer and I didn't even have to sleep with the groom! Maybe I should make a habit out of knocking some sense into women before they make the mistake of marrying idiots.
For once Hammer didn't follow the humor or make any comments about how 'boring' or 'stupid' monogamy was- he must've really been concerned. "That pretty thing also concerns me. Wot's that landlubber hopin' ta accomplish by tyin' the knot if he doesn't really want ta own a wench? Seems like a waste ta do it solely fer bein' able ta sail the entire cove. …An' wot's more, he didn't even seem interested in the land."
"Ah guess ye have a point there. There's somethin' beyond fishy 'bout last night, an' some part o' me worries that someone tipped him off 'bout where we were goin'," Rohje said as he glared down at the map. "Ah would almost suspect Fiet o' foul play, but… he has a blood grudge wit' the prince, so ah doubt he'd work wit' him ta get rid o' the capt'n."
I could see the other captains wanting to take advantage of me, if they could, but they knew better than to off me. Even Fiet knew better. Many witnessed the time some upstart tried to shoot me, only to have it hit my water armor and be killed seconds later by Satel. Even if they didn't have to contend with the fear of a falucite's wrath, my potential murderer would have to face Cyirlie instead. She was ten times more frightening that a blood lusting Satel. She didn't care about me, of course, but she's the one who would have to raise Rutan to adulthood in my place- that alone would be enough to send her on a rampage.
My thoughts were soon put on hold when I felt teeth clamping down on the side of my neck before the man behind me shuddered violently. No way… did he just…?
I kind of knew that our actions would lead to this point, but I was still stunned that it did. I soon felt a fierce pride that I was able to get him to finish without having to do more than grind against him. Amazingly enough, the men were none the wiser as Satel pressed against me fully and wrapped his arms tightly around me as he rode out his release.
…And to think that once upon a time I'd get flustered if he kissed me in front of others. Over the years, I grew quite comfortable about my relationship with Satel to the point where I wasn't embarrassed about public contact, though I did try to discourage long periods of kissing in front of my men. I didn't think it was right to flaunt affections in front of those I'd consider 'business partners' in this profession.
My breath hitched slightly when his teeth let go of me, then he finally relaxed his body and sagged against me.
"Er…Capt'n? Are ye alright?" Rohje inquired with concern, hearing the small noise I'd made. Damn his ears…
"Uh… Yeah- ah was tryin' ta keep back a yawn. Ah'm still a bit tired," I lied, my voice calm and collected like I hadn't been doing something kinky right in front of them. Though I didn't want a repeat performance, I seemed to be doing well in this. Maybe I had a knack for doing two things at once? …Probably not- I hated the stress this was putting me through.
"Ye don't look well. Are ye sick?" Fishguts asked as he held a hand out in the air. He probably wanted to feel my forehead, but stopped himself in case I didn't want the contact- or out of fear that Satel might find out. For some reason, my mate was getting a little territorial and didn't trust any man to get close to me, save for Rutan- and Rohje, though I had no idea what the young lad did to earn his trust.
"Ah'll be fine. Ah jus' need a nap when this is o'er. Had a hard time gettin' out o' bed this mornin'," I replied in a wry tone, knowing that they'll never get the truth in what I had just told them. "Now, where were we?"
"If I may interject, 'Tia-dear," Satel suddenly said as he removed his magicks and draped himself over me like a cape.
Hammer and Fishguts bit back a cry of surprise as they backed away while Rohje stood his ground with a wary look on his face. Over the years, Satel had pranked almost all of my men when he was bored, and threatened them when he was irritated. Since everyone knew very well what he was, they didn't dare cross his path. I knew Satel wouldn't kill them, so I left things as they were. It wasn't as though I needed fear from my men, but having rumors of living with a 'deadly' falucite did help protect the ship.
"Wot is it?" I intoned, hoping I came off as annoyed and unimpressed as possible. Satel only smirked, knowing I was only putting up a front so I didn't look 'lovey-dovey' or intimidated in front of my men. Though in this case, I was making extra sure no one figured out that he had been behind me the entire time, doing things that should only be performed in private.
"I might have some idea as to what's going on with Bardam and the town you raided last night," he offered as he rubbed his cheek against mine affectionately. "Apparently the Asadorm and Fodaren clans were working on an arranged marriage and likely told Bardam what was happening, since he was apparently one of the pets involved."
The others were confused at the reference to the falucite clans, but I understood what my mate was trying to say. As far as I knew, Bardam was a noble 'pet' owned by the Fodaren clan. And though we were in their territory, apparently that girl from last night belonged to Asadorm and was told by them to accept a proposal from Bardam.
Being a fellow falucite, Satel assumed a small role as a liaison so that all clans understood what the Lord of the Sea did and why. This was so they wouldn't interfere with my work and so I wouldn't interfere with theirs. As far as the clans knew, Satel was officially mated to Elati's priestess (though it wasn't true), so thus it made sense that he could speak on matters of the sea.
Asadorm and Fodaren were likely aware of my plans through Satel and trusted that I wouldn't harm their pets. Perhaps I could see them telling Bardam about my next planned raid to prevent the man from becoming surprised and stopping me, but…
"Alright, ah get that, but if Bardam really knew that much, then why did he still attack?" I asked as I tilted my head to get a better look at him.
"That's what I'd like to know myself. I can assure you that he acted on his own- outside of the clan's wishes," Satel replied, sounding a little curious and concerned over the prince's behavior. He then gave me a smile and purred, "But I can find out for you. I'm sure the Fodaren clan wouldn't mind explaining why their pet had to threaten a servant of a goddess."
…Not that Bardam would be in trouble or punished for his actions if he did attack me deliberately- after all, it was my job to pester humans and start fights. However, I did agree to not hurt any noble pets that were protected by the falucite, so last night could be considered a breech of contract. Satel would have to visit them anyway to defend my position, so Bardam will eventually have to explain himself to his masters- preferably in front of my mate so we can all figure out what's going on.
"Ye don't mind? It would be a big help- an' we can continue on ta Loerati while ye do that," I added as I glanced back at my officers. Hammer seemed to be the only one disappointed, though I had a feeling it was more about where we would be going next. I honestly had no idea what he had against Syrde now… No wait- come to think of it, there might be a lass there that thought he wanted to get serious about their relationship.
"Sounds like a plan ta me, Capt'n," Rohje replied as Fishguts nodded and Hammer remained silent. Gutless bastard didn't want to admit the real reason he wanted to avoid Syrde- I told him open relationships were nothing but trouble… well, only if the girl doesn't know it is one. I hope that lass slaps him senseless when she finds out.
Though everything was decided and the meeting was technically over, I still felt that I had a few orders to give out, but apparently Satel had other plans. He kept me firmly against him – possibly to hide a certain mess – and shot a threatening glance towards the others.
"Alright ye lot- ye know wot ta do from here on out," he called out in his seafarer accent before he added, "The capt'n promised ta spend the day wit' me, so don't bother us unless ye don't mind losin' a limb or two."
I didn't get the chance to see their reaction as he teleported us back to my cabin right after his threat. I was a little annoyed that he pulled me away without giving me the chance to dismiss myself, but I was more curious about his insinuation that I was to spend the whole day with him.
"…When did ah make such a promise?" I inquired as he placed me on the bed. Something about it was vaguely familiar, but I couldn't for the life of me remember why or when I'd made it.
"Really 'Tia-dear? You honestly don't remember?" he inquired as he walked over to the door and locked it. Once he saw the blank look on my face, he let out a sigh and gave me a hint. "Think my dearest- what will happen roughly six months from now?"
I racked my brain as I wondered what the future had to do with today. I knew that in six months Satel's two hundredth birthday was coming up- it was hard to forget with the way he wouldn't shut up about it. Two hundred was the official age of adulthood for his kind, so naturally he was excited to finally be considered one. But as for today…
"Oh shit," I cursed as it came to me. This was the day Satel officially 'retired' from the clan. Since he was to eventually leave his family and start a settlement, the elders usually relieve falcie of their duties before said birthday so that they could find and prepare the land they intend to stay on. I told Satel that when that day came, we'd spend all day together to celebrate and talk about the future.
No wonder why he was still here and manhandling me like he had every right- I had given him permission.
"Ah'm sorry Satel- that damn raid had been on me mind all week an' ah almost forgot," I replied with both repentance and an undertone of relief. I was glad to know that there was a reason he was acting this way- for a moment I thought we had a serious lust problem going on.
"At least you didn't need much to remember- and the day hasn't been wasted despite your little break," the blond remarked in a light tone as he crossed his arms and walked over to the bed. It sounded like he forgave me, but I soon picked up his real intent when he suddenly met my eyes and smirked. "I know what you can do to make it up to me. I think it's time for your hour of worship, my queen."
I smirked at the 'trigger phrase' he'd always use before we played out his favorite role play. Though I was a little tired, I let him undress us and take full charge of the activities. There was nothing wrong with letting him celebrate this important day- but after this, I was going to need a long nap. As long as there was a reason behind his actions – and as long as I didn't mind it – then there was no reason for me to be concerned with this little change in our relationship.
Though it would turn out I didn't need to be worried, I was still far in over my head. The changes I'd noticed were only a prelude of what was to come. I honestly never thought it would be so exhausting to be his mate…


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How can art agitate for progressive social and environmental change?
In the summer of 2018, Heritage Garden interns and leaders created an art installation for the various satellite gardens by repurposing and painting glass bottles.
The theme of this collective art project is based on the Latino Cultural Center's concept of Social and Environmental Pollinators. It will build on previous work done by a group of Latinx artists in the fall of 2016 to celebrate the LCC's 40th Anniversary.
UIC Heritage Garden interns worked with lead artist, Sarita Hernandez, from the National Museum of Mexican Art. Sarita specializes in printmaking, collage, and various mixed media art
How can art agitate for progressive social and environmental change?
How are you or someone that you know a social pollinator? (read how the LCC conceptualizes this)
What worries you (besides your studies and paying student loans)?
What enrages you? What are you passionate about? What are you hopeful about? How do you see yourself as agent of change?


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This interview was made in December, 2012, in Prof. Balasubramaniam's office in the Gold Coast Campus of Griffith University, Queensland, Australia. After that, he prepared the first draft of this article in which he is talking to me. I made minor modifications in his draft with his permission. For readers' convenience, it should be stated that Prof. Bala worked for 27 years at the Asian Institute of Technology (AIT) in Thailand and educated many promising people from many countries of Asia.
Ikuo Towhata, Editor of BULLETIN
1: Prof. Bala, tell us a bit about your family background and schooling
Yes, Ikuo, before that; let me say a few words of when you joined AIT in early 1980; Prof. Nishino was our Vice President and he told me that you are rather unique—In Japanese academic system, the Age counts a lot and in the Tokyo University Departmental meeting, when the Chairman said in a formal meeting, Does anybody have any questions. Everyone was surprised, when you raised your hands.
I was born for Sri Lankan Parents in Malaya and returned to Sri Lanka in late 1940's. I am really a village boy; in the northern part of Sri Lanka. I must say we are all proud of our School education in Sri Lanka.
2: So, Prof. Bala, what made you in this Journey to select Geotechnical Engineering?
Oh, that is interesting Ikuo, I was given a Scholarship to do Doctoral Studies. I had no idea what to do; as up to then, I was merely dependent on my lecture notes and hardly any research experience. But I must say, our lecturers are all Cambridge and Imperial College educated ones. They are truly remarkable. You must know Thurairajah, Ikuo. We call him Thurai, who just returned from Cambridge and taught us about 20 hours of Soil Mechanics. At that time, Soil Mechanics go with Structures. Earlier, Soil Mechanics was taught by our Dean Prof. Pereira who used to teach old earth pressure theories.
So, I went to Thurai and said, I like to do research work in Soil Mechanics on this scholarship. Thurai said, he can recommend me to Cambridge, but be sure not to change your mind later. I only understood the weight age of this statement, when I met Roscoe at Cambridge; it told me a lot of how Thurai appreciated the sentiments and temperament of the late Prof. Roscoe.
In any case Thurai gave three papers to read; one written by Roscoe, Schofield and Wroth in 1958, the other by Roscoe & Poorooshasb in 1963 and the third by Roscoe Schofield and Thurairajah in 1963. All three published in Geotechnique.
3: So, how do you find them reading, Prof. Bala?
It was frankly very tough going, more like torturing. No wonder, Thurai warned me about changing my mind. I read them over and over again. I may have done that more or less over thirty or forty times. Thurai also asked me to read the sections on Shear Strength by D.W. Taylor in his book on Fundamentals of Soil Mechanics. I had some time the feeling, I understood some of them and also a feeling, I did not understand anything.
4: So, when did you go to Cambridge?
Ikuo, at that time the Sri Lankan Scholars took Boats to go to UK. I was on a P&O liner which took about twenty two days to reach London. To be frank, at that time, I only knew Jaffna my home place and Colombo where I was in the University. So, going outside of Sri Lanka was a great learning curve and the Boat trip made my transition a bit easier.
5: Prof. Bala, how was your meeting with Roscoe and others?
I was briefed very well that Roscoe is pretty strict and I need to be very careful. Thurai advised me; perhaps I should take a bottle of Arrack (Sri Lankan equivalent of Whisky) from Sri Lanka and some tea. So, I took these and went to see Ken Roscoe in his Office which was in the third floor of a four storey building. Maybe knowing that I am rather nervous, Ken Roscoe was polite with me.
He asked whether I know any Soil Mechanics. I replied very little, but added I read his three papers. He then asked me how my English is. At Cambridge, I got into some X ray business first. I must thank god for getting out of that and settled later on the experimental work related to the Critical State soil Mechanics.
I also met Prof. Schofield and late Peter Wroth. Andrew was looking for some students to work on Centrifuge and also Cavity Expansion. I did not touch them. Peter Avgherinos in our group of four went into Centrifuge. My advisor was Jimmy James as based on my initial interest in X rays. Jimmy was a remarkable person, interested very much in gliding and flying. I certainly did not want to risk my life. I used to upset Jimmy. Roscoe advised me Jimmy is a nice guy and do not rub Jimmy on the wrong side.
At Cambridge I was very friendly with Dr. Ting Wen Hui from Malaysia and Demetri Coumulos. John Burland was also most helpful; all of them are. I even ran into Arthur Penman who gave a lecture on Dams. Roscoe had many visitors: Gudehus, Leonards, Ron Scott, etc etc.
6: So, how did you went to NGI, Prof. Bala?
It was also an accident Ikuo. When I was in the beginning of my third year, I applied for some job in Sri Lanka. I did not get it. Roscoe used to jokingly say, I was the first person whom he wrote a letter of recommendation and did not get a job. He then added, Laurits Bjerrum the President of the International Society will give the Rankine Lecture and will visit Cambridge also and give a Lecture. Actually, I attended the previous Rankine Lecture by Prof. Bishop and got lost in London. I am not used to big cities. The idea of working with the President of the International Society really appealed to me. That is how; I developed my interest with ISSMGE.
7: Tell us a little bit Prof. Bala about NGI and your work
My doctoral thesis at Cambridge was a bit delayed. I got it vetted by Roscoe. It is remarkable Roscoe can sit with a student and read word by word a thesis and ask what you mean by that and correct it and say, then why don't you express that way. Roscoe was a remarkable person. He not only did that, but also took us to his home for lunches and dinners. I had four Christmas breaks with Roscoe, Mrs Roscoe and their children.
In any case, I landed in Fornebu Airport in February 1969; my flight was a bit delayed. I was really shocked by the vast amount of snow. Next day morning, I was picked up by a person to see Bjerrum. This person took me to see Bjerrum and said, finally Mr B has arrived. They have abbreviated my name. Then Bjerrum looked at the person who picked me up and said, you will work with Elmo. That was a great surprise for me. Such a simple and modest person. Elmo was a fantastic Instrumentalist, while I knew nothing about it. Bjerrum always knew how to open the eyes of us. I learned a lot from Elmo and was involved in many important projects.
I met two persons at NGI and it seemed their friendly discussion was a great help. One is Prachit Chiruppapa from Chulalongkorn University, who talked a lot about AIT and Dr. Moh, and the other was David Nash, son of Kevin Nash.
8: We remember you were also teaching at Peradeniya in Sri Lanka
Yes, I returned to Sri Lanka in March 1970 and with great difficulty got a lecturer position in the University mainly through the most valued help of Thurai. It was very nice working with Thurai. We revised the Civil Engineering Curriculum and introduced a Masters Degree. I remember writing world wide to prominent people asking for their advice, their syllabus and also publications and possible old equipment. Among the people replied were Casagrande with his question papers in Harvard. Prof. Harry Seed from Berkeley, Prof. Gerry Leonards from Purdue, Prof. Bengt Broms from SGI and Prof. Dinesh Mohan from Central Building Research Institute India. I used my own money in mailing expenses. We got a large amount of publications. Kevin Nash was invited to give a lecture; Kevin also thought Ralph Peck would be more prestigious.
I remember sleeping in the Soils Lab to take readings in our triaxial apparatus around the clock. No automatic data logging. This work was published in the Tokyo Conference in 1977. I used to get AIT News Letter and was really impressed with their activities and their presence in an international scene. In one issue of the newsletter, I saw advertisements for opening Geotechnical Engineering. I applied for it. Nothing was happening for a year or so, all of a sudden, there was an interest and a letter from Dr. Moh. I remember Ted Brand visiting us as well. Dr. Moh made an offer in May 1972 as an Assistant Professor with a salary of about 800 Dollars per month. I accepted it; even though I was enjoying my work at Peradeniya.
9: Was your movement to AIT was a turning point, Prof. Bala?
Yes Ikuo it was. Dr. Moh was a remarkable and tough administrator. Also very kind. I had full support from him. My early Colleagues were Ted Brand, Peter Brenner and Prinya Nutalaya. I am sure you know all about them.
At AIT, Dr. Moh asked me to become the Secretary General of the Southeast Asian Geotechnical Society (SEAGS). There you are, I became and as the SG since I retired in July 2001. Through SEAGS, I was very much involved in ISSMGE and initially Kevin Nash.
10: How was AIT in terms of Research?
Oh, Dr. Moh must really be very proud of his contributions to AIT. He was only given an Honorary Doctorate Degree. The research and teaching facilities were excellent. We had about 300 hours of lectures to our Masters Students. Most of them ended up doing Doctoral studies in USA, Japan, Canada and other countries. Also many became excellent engineers here in Australia, USA, Canada and Asia. We later recruited Dennes Bergado and Sarvesh Chandra. Dennes had a remarkable career. Even Indraratna had his first appointment with us, before he moved to Wollongong. AIT was involved in almost all the major projects in Bangkok and also in Thailand. Prinya is a fantastic Engineering Geologist. His work on Bangkok Subsidence will live forever. We had Yudhbir, Onodera, Akagi, Ohta, Yamada, yourself, Kuwano, Prinzl, Tomiolo, Rantucci, Noppodol and many others; all very able and prominent persons.
11: Southeast Asian Geotechnical Society & activities: what can you tell us?
Ikuo, AIT and Southeast Asian Geotechnical Society are both part of my life. I worked with SEAGS Presidents: Prof. Chin, Peter Lumb, Tan Swan Beng, Ted Brand, Ting Wen Hui, Prof. Lee, Ou Chin Der, Surachat, Dr. Ooi and John Li; all excellent people. The fifth Southeast Asian Conference had Nordi Morgenstern, Prof. Chin, Dr. Arthur Penman and Dr. Ian Donald as guest lecturers. Also, the back to back, International Symposium on Soft Clays arranged by Ted Brand and Peter Brenner was a huge success with Nils Flodin, Bengt Broms, Harry Poulos, Mike Duncan, Andresen Elmo Dibiagio, Peter Wroth, Dick Parry and many others.
Also, the Ninth Southeast Asian Regional Conference was held in 1987.
We had Asian Regional Conferences in Singapore in 1979 and in Bangkok in 1991. These were indeed some of the finest conferences we had. Always with international participation >> Read more


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On December 21, 2017, the Third Department issued a decision in Cromer v. Rosenzweig Ins. Agency Inc., 2017 NY Slip Op 08926, affirming the dismissal on summary judgment of negligence and breach of contract claims against an insurance broker because the plaintiff failed to establish that the insured made a specific request for coverage that was not provided in the policy.
Individuals and businesses frequently obtain insurance coverage through brokers, and may rely on the broker's advice as to what coverage to purchase. An insured who suffers a loss that turns out not to be covered may blame the broker for procuring the wrong policy or misrepresenting the scope of coverage. But can the insured bring a claim against the broker? In some cases, yes. The Third Department's decision in in Cromer provides a useful overview of the law in this area, explaining:
As a general rule, an insurance broker has a common-law duty to provide requested coverage within a reasonable time and may be held liable for negligence or breach of contract when a client establishes that a specific request was made for coverage that was not provided in the policy.
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Although an insurance broker's common-law duty to his or her clients does not include a continuing duty to advise the clients on appropriate coverage or to recommend additional coverage that the clients did not request, an insurance broker may nevertheless be found liable for failing to provide appropriate advice regarding insurance coverage where it is determined that a special relationship has been established with his or her client. Whether such a special relationship exists is best determined on a case-by-case basis upon consideration of such factors as whether the broker received compensation for his or her consultation services distinct from the payment of premiums, whether the broker and the client had a specific interaction with respect to the insurance coverage such that it was apparent that the client was relying on the advice of the broker or whether there existed a course of dealing over an extended period of time that would have put an objectively reasonable insurance broker on notice that his or her advice and/or expertise were being relied upon.
(Citations omitted).
In Cromer, the insured had no claim against the broker because he made only a generalized request for a commercial general liability policy, and the broker satisfied any "duty of advisement" by informing the insured that the policy he was buying did not cover injuries to construction workers, and explaining how the insured could obtain that coverage if he wanted it.


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Last week, I shared some exciting news on Instagram & Facebook. This summer, I'm launching the first ever Meekly Yours wedding collection. The collection will feature a selection of nature-inspired invitation suites & all new wood signs to add unique, whimsical touches to upcoming nuptials. Here's a sneak peek of the brand new designs.
The collection will launch at the end of August in time for upcoming spring weddings. Many of the designs can be color customized to match any wedding palette. Each suite will include invitations, RSVP cards & envelopes with other stationery items, such as save the dates, table numbers, place cards, seating charts & favor tags available al a carte.
Are you a bride-to-be & want to be the first to order from the new collection? E-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.com for more information. The first five couples that order save the dates with invitations from the new collection will receive 15% off their order.
What do you think of the new collection? What do want to see included? Let me know in the comments.


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Imageim•age (im′ij),USA pronunciation n., v., -aged, -ag•ing.
- a physical likeness or representation of a person, animal, or thing, photographed, painted, sculptured, or otherwise made visible.
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- to move, go, etc., by lifting the foot and setting it down again in a new position, or by using the feet alternately in this manner: to step forward.
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tread by intention or accident: to step on a cat's tail.
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step′less, adj.
- to take (a step, pace, stride, etc.).
- to go through or perform the steps of (a dance).
- to move or set (the foot) in taking a step.
- to measure (a distance, ground, etc.) by steps (sometimes fol. by off or out).
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- to fix (a mast) in its step.
- step down:
- to lower or decrease by degrees.
- to relinquish one's authority or control;
resign: Although he was past retirement age, he refused to step down and let his son take over the business.
- step in, to become involved;
intervene, as in a quarrel or fight: The brawl was well under way by the time the police stepped in.
- step on it, to hasten one's activity or steps;
hurry up: If we don't step on it, we'll miss the show.
- step out:
- to leave a place, esp. for a brief period of time.
- to walk or march at a more rapid pace.
- to go out to a social gathering or on a date: We're stepping out tonight.
- step up:
- to raise or increase by degrees: to step up production.
- to be promoted;
- to make progress;
step′like′, adj.
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Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Meanwhile, in an entirely unrelated incident, the Kiwi Herald's satirical writer was today offered redundancy.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
White House circles later commented that Mr Bush had heard tales of Ms Clark's disciplining of members of her own Government and was 'feeling a little nervous before the test but went into a bit of a panic when the Prime Minister mentioned that the anti-smacking bill had not become law yet.'
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Moenui Principal Hone Morris said that his students were "fed up with the NCEA" and needed to be challenged. The school had investigated the Cambridge exams but decided instead to opt for the Tirau examinations because Tirau is near to Cambridge and used to be called Oxford.
"Need I say more?" said Mr Morris.
Principal Morris, who once played goal-keeper for the New Zealand A Underwater Hockey team, told the Kiwi Herald that "the young men and women of Moenui despise the hum-drum of NCEA. The drudge of competing for 'achieveds' and 'merits' in an internally moderated pool is not for them. They follow the school motto which is 'Seek for the Mountain Top-but always dress warmly and take plenty of scroggin.'
"All the students I have spoken too are dead keen to enter exams in dog-handling, corrugated iron sculpture, clock-making and dressing-up as offered by the On-line University of Tirau.
Moenui Area School student Melodie-Ann Lewis described the move as "another pathetic attempt to make this stink school seem less stink."
Thursday, March 15, 2007
"I awoke this morning and it all came rushing back. Yes, I was responsible for the 9/11 operation, from A to Z," Khalid Sheikh Mohammed said, before explaining that in the Arabic alphabet he was responsible from alif to yā' which meant he was especially responsible because that involved 28 letters.
"I remember it all now. Thanks to almost four years of analysis at American taxpayer expense I can now say quite categorically that it was I who planned the crimes at the request of Osama Bin Laden. I also put together plans to kidnap Whitney Houston and infiltrate the White House disguised as a Persian carpet, " he said.
Mohammed, who was arrested in Rawalpindi in 2003 and is known to have a penchant for orange boiler suits, is believed to be considering lucrative offers to have his story told in a Hollywood blockbuster. The Kiwi Herald cannot confirm reports that Taito Philip Field has been approached to play the lead role, of a man who is investigated endlessly and awaits a trial that never seems to come.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Area School Principal Hone Morris said that most children arrived at school saying that Mum and Dad had given them 'a good larruping while thay still had the chance.'
"Many kids said that Dad had given them a real paddling even though they were behaving perfectly, saying that part of being a Kiwi was to experience 'a hiding they would never forget.
According to Mr Morris many children were unable to sit during assembly and a large number we re incapable of writing having received 'an inordinate number of smacks on the hand over the past 24 hours as parents attempted to dissuade their children from 'ever pushing a fork into an electric plug, touching a hot-plate or indulging in heavy petting with the low-lifes next door.'
Moenui political analyst Godbur Roberts told the Kiwi Herald that the outbreak of 'correction and discipline' in the community 'seems to be part of a wider international trend toward use of the pre-emptive strike. In other words hit while you can.'
Meanwhile local ruddy-faced barfly Angus McLagan, who is routinely described as having 'a face like a slapped arse' today came out in support of the Bradford Bill, saying that he would be 'taking time out from public life and drinking at home until such times as the law is accepted by the community.'
Friday, March 09, 2007
The commander was responding to accusations that he had cynically put female officers in the front-line because protesters were venting their anger at a police culture which was abusive of women.
"Nothing could be further from the truth," commented Cowan. "The modern police force really likes girls. In fact we can't get enough of them in the force. What may or may not have happened thirty years ago is in the past. These days the women who apply to become police officers are motivated, talented and frankly, bloody georgeous. They're not your stereotypical down-at the-heal, shot-put throwing, plain Jane of yesteryear."
"They are the future of policing. They can diffuse almost any potentially difficult situation. These girls can hand out a traffic-ticket to a bloke like they're passing over an invitation for group sex . . . and having them slip you into handcuffs is ...well .... very exciting."
Inspector Cowan refused to comment on whether he thought fellow Commander Clint Rickards would return to his old job as Auckland Commander. He did however think that one day a woman would take on Auckland's top policing job.
"Auckland Central in Cook Street is such an ugly soul-less building. Really, only a spunky little woman with design sense could give it a make-over," he said.


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MonetaryCoin, a new startup, which is an interesting symbiosis of the blockchain technology and an economic science. The token sale was launched on July 10, 2018, and can be accessed via http://monetarycoin.io
Please Note: This is a Press Release
The MonetaryCoin founders decided to create a separate economic system and reduce money supply manipulation on a global scale. It is only the first step in the vision of algorithmic economy regulation. The scope of the project does not allow it to affect the economy globally but clearly illustrates that this kind of changes is possible in the future. It is an great example of the way blockchain technology can be used to improve the existing economic infrastructure.
The key features
Money Supply Depends On GDP
The MonetaryCoin token is based on the open Ethereum protocol ERC20 and designed as a supplemental currency. There are two types of tokens, MERO for EU and MCHI for China. Each of them is pegged to the region's volume of economic activity. The number of tokens will depend on the country's GDP level.
100% Of Tokens For Community
During the ICO, investors will be able to buy only 10% of the total number of tokens. The rest will be available for forging. This is another feature of the MonetaryCoin project — 100% of all tokens are available to the community. No token retaining – this way the founders chose to show the distribution fairness.
Proof-of-Stake Distribution Method
The total amount of tokens is finite and it is to be distributed by the Proof-of-Stake method. The use of Proof-of-Stake is the way to motivate users to participate in the forging process. A special app was deployed to help with the smart contract interaction: https://forging.mnetarycoin.io
Based on Novel winning economic theory
The key feature of MonetoryCoin is that the number of tokens available for forging depends on the GDP level. If a country's GDP increases by 2.5%, the number of tokens goes up by 2.5% as well. However, when the GDP rate goes down, a mechanism, which is now in development, will create a special type of token — the M5 token. It also motivates users to be forgers even when the economy is having a hard time.
MonetaryCoin is the first project that offers an algorithmically controlled economic system encoded into the blockchain. The money supply depends on the real volume of the economic activity, are regulated by a computer, and have no state regulation. This is what makes MonetaryCoin exclusive. Homepage https://monetarycoin.org
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Toon Blast is the game from Peak and comes under the gaming genre of puzzle games. It offers its players with an in-app purchases feature.
By the help of the same feature, players easily become able to buy anything in the game using their real-life money. To make use of the in-app purchases feature, one should require a good amount of money.
Not only is this, but players in the game also require a good amount of currency, which is present in the form of coins. Coins in the game are earned by completing more numbers of puzzles and also by connecting the game with Facebook.
Not only is this, but there are also many more methods present by which players of Toon Blast simply earn currency in good amount.
Earn more amount of currency
Well, it is the most important aspect on which every single player of Toon Blast should pay attention. They have to know that in-game currency is required to complete all essential tasks and activities in Toon Blast.
Players have to know that they simply make use of the game Facebook to get coins; they also get coins by completing the sign-up process and by many more toon blast cheats also. Only those players go far in Toon Blast which is having a good amount of coins in their game account.
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Make use of the boosters and set big combos
It is also a good aspect to focus on. Players have to make use of the boosters quickly and more and more to solve the puzzles easily and quickly.
Not only is this, but they also have to set up the combos in a proper manner as to easily solve the puzzles in fewer moves. It is the best option to make a deal with as to go far in Toon Blast.


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We will be viewing the family friendly movie, The Incredibles, onMarch 11th. Make arrangements to spend the evening at the church to see this movie on the big Screen. Popcorn and lemonade is free! Doors open at 6:00 pm and the movie begins at 6:30!
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The Marin County Board of Supervisors will vote on a resolution to protect our coast from offshore drilling and fracking on Tuesday, January 30 at 9AM. Please join us (and our partners) in Room 330 a bit early, at 8:45AM, and speak in support of passing a resolution to protect our coast, ocean and the marine life who inhabit it.
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• Click on the Dashboard button and select the Sitemap option, or
• Click on the Pages button on the toolbar and view the sitemap there.
Drag and drop pages displayed within the sitemap tree by their page icons. New icons will appear on the sitemap to show where you are moving the page to.
If you drag a page and drop it onto another page, you will be given the option to move or copy the page beneath that page. The options are:
Move - if you want to place the page under the page you dropped it on
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- ECO-FRIENDLY AND REUSABLE - You won't have to worry anymore about all the plastic waste produced from normal disposable sandwich bags after switching to our reusable sandwich & snack bags. They look way cooler too.
- EASY-OPEN ZIPPER - Feel good about sending your child to school with lunch bags that are easy to open. Our reusable snack bags are made with embroidered gripper tabs to help open them easily for little fingers or big ones.
- EASY TO CLEAN - Our dishwasher-safe, quick-drying, grease-proof, and moisture-proof reusable lunch bags make cleanup a breeze. Like a pair of your favorite jeans, they will soften and fade with repeated washings.
- CERTIFIED FOOD-SAFE - Made from cotton fabric lined with food-safe polyester lining that's been tested lead-free, BPA-free, PVC-free, and phthalate-free
- MAKES AN AWESOME GIFT with the LIFETIME GUARANTEE - We sell products that last. Our rock-solid guarantee means we'll replace your lunch tote if there's ever a problem!
When lunchtime hits, you want fresh food, but you hate the waste that comes from throwing away all of those plastic bags all the time. Us, too. That's why after becoming aware of the environmental problems caused by disposable, non-recyclable plastic bags, we decided to create a product that can help reduce the amount of baggies thrown away every day.
We wanted to design a reusable lunch baggie that looked amazing, but could also cut down on the amount of trash that ends up in landfills. We decided it would be even cooler if we hit up some of our favorite artists and had them provide some of our favorite designs to put on the bags. They all said yes, and Art of Lunch Baggies were born!
Set of 3 Gourmet Reusable Lunch Baggies Includes: Snack Bag - 6.5 inches x 3 inches Large Sandwich Bag - 6.5 inches x 6.5 inches Extra-Large Sandwich Bag - 7 inches x 8 inches
About the Artist
We are lovers of great art here at Art of Lunch and we wanted to incorporate that into our product. With this model, we had a chance to use one of our favorite designs from Carly Mejeur.
Carly Mejeur is a marine life artist and ocean advocate born and raised in South Florida. Her "Nautical Chart Series" connects the natural composition of land and sea with man made lines, soundings and titles. Using watercolor, she seamlessly ties the two together to pose the question, "How do we interact with nature and how will we protect it?" Her work has been featured as shirts and posters for ocean conservation organizations such as The Sea Turtle Conservancy, Beneath the Waves Film Festival, and Justin Riney's Expedition Florida 500. She continues to look for new ways to make a positive impact on the environment with her artwork.


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Andrew Thillainayagam, Robin Gibb's physician, said that Gibb has the strength and zest for life. The Bee Gees member, who is currently in intensive care, is to be cared for for his colon cancer.
The 62-year-old singer who managed to "reconnect" to his world, remains hospitalized in the intensive care ward, after waking up from coma.
As stated today by Andrew Thillainayagam, the physician who is on the slope of the health status of the artist, said Gibb now breathes with the help of an oxygen mask, in addition to intravenous feeding.
"Tired, extremely weak and malnourished" was how Thillainayagam described Gibb's health. The doctor noted the strength and will to live has Gibb. "It is testimony to his extraordinary courage, his iron will and its large reserves of physical strength against all odds that is now in the condition it is." It should be noted that on Saturday the singer, beat in coma that fell last week after having contracted pneumonia.


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Satya is certified in 500-hr Shakti flow yoga, 500-hr Ashtangha yoga, 200-hour Kripalu yoga, and has studied injury prevention and recovery with world-renowned physical therapist Doug Keller.
Satya has taught in Oxford, England, at Om studio in NH, and at The Yoga Space, Turtle Yoga and Rain Meditation studios in Portland, Oregon. She was the yoga instructor for the world headquarters of Nike and has appeared several times on television as a spokeswoman for the benefits of yoga.