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All this yummy muscleness first thing in the morning is almost too much for me to take,” she cooed, and gave him a playful wink as she scooted herself into the front seat. I shook my head. If “Flirt” qualified as a foreign language, my sister and Ambrose would both have PhDs in it.

Please, Sir, make it hurt.

She's belonged to me her whole life, but I only got my hands on her five months ago.

Something strange started to rage inside me, hearing you inhale sharply as I tried to kiss those scars away or etch them deeper into your skin, wanting to mark you in an entirely different way.

Speak pussycat; tell your Master you love him.” Dylan

Death by bush,” I whisper. “What did you say?” Dylan asks confused. “The last thing that man saw before he almost died was my bush.

She breathes in as I breathe out and her lungs fill with the air that was inside of me. I love her completely and I love giving her life as she gives me life. I breathe in her quintessence and it’s cathartic.

Yes, you’re right. I want to be a proper submissive for you. I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately, as well. I want to learn from you, Dylan. I want to be the Master of my Universe, too.” Her response floors me.

I guess she truly is a switch. Shy on the outside and submissive most of the time but with a feisty controlling side to her. I love that she’s unpredictable like that. It makes life interesting.

Never. I’ll never let you go. I want you to want to stay, Isabel, but if you think for one minute I won’t tie you down and keep you here against your will, you’ve sorely misjudged me.

So I guess this means Domme Isa will be retired for a while until he feels satiated. But I’ll be damned if she’ll be retired forever. I want to know the real Dylan because apparently I’ve only been fucking his representative.

Before I can stop myself I throw my half-eaten banana at him and it hits him on the back of his neck. He spins around, wipes his neck and looks down at the banana on the floor. "Did you really just fruitally assault me?

You are a sadist,” she pouts at me. I laugh at her. “Yes, I am. In more ways than you can imagine, my love.

You guess? What the hell kind of answer is that? Your playboy days are over, Dylan! You’re mine, God damn it. That big dick belongs only to me now.

I can hardly remember her being shy anymore. Well, her version of shy. Even though she’s always been a very eager semi-submissive and semi-Domme.

Here it comes - Little Ms. Sassy Panties. Let me rephrase, Little Mrs. Sassy Panties.

Mr. D’s idea of fun would have been to turn us all into Amazon river dolphins. I didn’t want to test him.

You’re going to experience the Dom I used to be; the real Dom. The Dom that likes things dirty and depraved. The Dom that now owns you completely. There are no safe words tonight, Isabel. You’ll have to trust me to know what you can and cannot handle. I won’t hurt you, but I’ll push your limits beyond what you’ve experienced before.

His gaze is burning into my soul and I ache to have him again and again and again. I just want to crawl inside his heart and exist there forever.

He reached for the sugar pot, measured out three heaped spoonfuls, stirring slowly. He was grateful for this small task, this one thing he could do to take away the bitterness.

Nothing has ever felt as natural as wrapping my hand around a slender throat and forcing a needy Omega to obey.

Which means, while you guys are off partying tomorrow, I’ll be at home in my makeshift lab, playing with D’s blood.” I groaned. “You’re even able to make a nice gesture sound appalling. How is that possible?” “Years of practice,” he said, grinning.

1. Bangladesh.... In 1971 ... Kissinger overrode all advice in order to support the Pakistani generals in both their civilian massacre policy in East Bengal and their armed attack on India from West Pakistan.... This led to a moral and political catastrophe the effects of which are still sorely felt. Kissinger’s undisclosed reason for the ‘tilt’ was the supposed but never materialised ‘brokerage’ offered by the dictator Yahya Khan in the course of secret diplomacy between Nixon and China.... Of the new state of Bangladesh, Kissinger remarked coldly that it was ‘a basket case’ before turning his unsolicited expertise elsewhere. 2. Chile.... Kissinger had direct personal knowledge of the CIA’s plan to kidnap and murder General René Schneider, the head of the Chilean Armed Forces ... who refused to countenance military intervention in politics. In his hatred for the Allende Government, Kissinger even outdid Richard Helms ... who warned him that a coup in such a stable democracy would be hard to procure. The murder of Schneider nonetheless went ahead, at Kissinger’s urging and with American financing, just between Allende’s election and his confirmation.... This was one of the relatively few times that Mr Kissinger (his success in getting people to call him ‘Doctor’ is greater than that of most PhDs) involved himself in the assassination of a single named individual rather than the slaughter of anonymous thousands. His jocular remark on this occasion—‘I don’t see why we have to let a country go Marxist just because its people are irresponsible’—suggests he may have been having the best of times.... 3. Cyprus.... Kissinger approved of the preparations by Greek Cypriot fascists for the murder of President Makarios, and sanctioned the coup which tried to extend the rule of the Athens junta (a favoured client of his) to the island. When despite great waste of life this coup failed in its objective, which was also Kissinger’s, of enforced partition, Kissinger promiscuously switched sides to support an even bloodier intervention by Turkey. Thomas Boyatt ... went to Kissinger in advance of the anti-Makarios putsch and warned him that it could lead to a civil war. ‘Spare me the civics lecture,’ replied Kissinger, who as you can readily see had an aphorism for all occasions. 4. Kurdistan. Having endorsed the covert policy of supporting a Kurdish revolt in northern Iraq between 1974 and 1975, with ‘deniable’ assistance also provided by Israel and the Shah of Iran, Kissinger made it plain to his subordinates that the Kurds were not to be allowed to win, but were to be employed for their nuisance value alone. They were not to be told that this was the case, but soon found out when the Shah and Saddam Hussein composed their differences, and American aid to Kurdistan was cut off. Hardened CIA hands went to Kissinger ... for an aid programme for the many thousands of Kurdish refugees who were thus abruptly created.... The apercu of the day was: ‘foreign policy should not he confused with missionary work.’ Saddam Hussein heartily concurred. 5. East Timor. The day after Kissinger left Djakarta in 1975, the Armed Forces of Indonesia employed American weapons to invade and subjugate the independent former Portuguese colony of East Timor. Isaacson gives a figure of 100,000 deaths resulting from the occupation, or one-seventh of the population, and there are good judges who put this estimate on the low side. Kissinger was furious when news of his own collusion was leaked, because as well as breaking international law the Indonesians were also violating an agreement with the United States.... Monroe Leigh ... pointed out this awkward latter fact. Kissinger snapped: ‘The Israelis when they go into Lebanon—when was the last time we protested that?’ A good question, even if it did not and does not lie especially well in his mouth. It goes on and on and on until one cannot eat enough to vomit enough.

Can you paint this for me, love? Can you put this on canvas? Your stunning cunt being fucked by me? Can you capture all of the detail? The shimmering wetness? I want you to paint this for me, Isa. Tell me you can.” Yes, Sir, I can paint this for you,” she breathes out with a sigh and a moan…

All I think about is you.” He moves my hand to his chest and I feel his heart beating rapidly against my palm and his eyes gloss over. “I love and live for only you.” Then he guides my hand down to his crotch. He’s completely erect and his dick is pressing firmly inside his slacks. “I want only you,” he says as he presses his forehead against mine. God I love this man.

I won’t share you, Dylan. I mean that. If you think for one second now that we’re married, you can try and pull some kind of shit over on me, you’d better think again. I can take whatever you can dish out when it comes to pain, embarrassment and humiliation, and whatever else you have going on in that wicked mind of yours, but I’ll be damned if I’ll share you with another woman. Or man.” What the fuck? I almost laugh at her, but she’s so serious she would probably slap the shit out of me. “Calm the hell down. I’m not trying to pull anything over on you, okay? And seriously, a man?” “Well, I don’t know. Maybe one of your secrets is that you like getting pegged in the ass or something.” This time I laugh out loud at her and she narrows her eyes at me. "Don’t ask me to peg you either, because it’s never going to happen.” I laugh even louder. Good God this woman is funny. “I promise you that I don’t want to be pegged, Isa.

I barely duck out of the way of an empty coffee mug flying dangerously close to my head. It crashes and breaks loudly near the marble fireplace and Isa stomps into our bedroom. What the living fuck? Of course, the pussy-whipped jackass that I am, I follow her like a puppy dog, five steps behind her pouting ass. I make it to the bedroom in time to have the door promptly slammed in my face.

I’m going to fuck you tonight in ways you’ve never been fucked before, Isa. I’m in complete control tonight. Do you understand? I don’t want any sass from you. I want you to give yourself completely to me and I better not sense any hesitation from you.

I like it when you’re in control of me, Isa. Not all of the time, but sometimes.

he was an old man who was talking to himself on a wharf in Portland, Maine, and he could not—Jack Kennison, with his two PhDs—he could not figure out how this had happened.

You already made your point,” I say with a mouthful of fruit. “Did I?” “Oh, for the love of dick, yes. Now leave me alone.” “Never. If you want, I’ll fuck you now.” The gall. I wouldn’t fuck him now if my clit was on fire and needed to be doused with nub-saving cum. I roll my eyes at him. “No thanks, we have a lifetime of fucking ahead of us,” I say mockingly. He shrugs and starts to walk away as if it makes no difference to him one way or the other. He’s such a jackass sometimes. Before I can stop myself I throw my half-eaten banana at him and it hits him on the back of his neck. He spins around, wipes his neck and looks down at the banana on the floor. “Did you really just fruitally assault me?” He thinks he’s so damned funny with his wordplay.

Protect that girl, Balthazar. She is an innocent in all of this.” “Why does she want Nikolas to gain his humanity?” “She believes they are in love.” The absurdity of D’s words hit Balthazar square in the gut. He would have doubled over if he didn’t find the reason pathetic. Thankfully, he managed to keep the laughter in his head. “Love? Nikolas?

Take them off," I order and without hesitation she removes them and drops them on the floor. She lifts her cami so I can see her, then rubs her hand over her tummy and over the top of her mound while she watches me. When I look into her eyes she's licking her lips. "Do you like what you see?" she asks playfully. "You know I do." "Good. When you apologize, you can have some." Oh, hell no. "Let me remind you, as your husband and your Master, I don't need your permission. I'll have some with or without an apology, but because I love you and because it was a shitty thing for me to accuse you of, I'll apologize anyway. So for what's worth - I'm sorry for accusing you of hitting on Sawyer. I love you. Now open your legs like a good wife and let me fuck you.

For every group, malevolence is always somewhere else. Maybe we understand at this point in history that it can occur at night in darkened rooms where small children sleep. However, surely not in academia. Surely lying and deception do not occur among people who go to conferences, who write books, who testify in court, and who have PhDs. At one point I complained to a Florida judge that I was astonished to an expert witness lying on the stand [about child sexual abuse research]. I thought one had to tell the truth in court. I thought if someone didn't, she didn't get her milk and cookies. I thought God came down and plucked someone right out of the witness stand if he lied in court. I thought a lying expert witness would step out of court and get hit by a bus. A wiser woman than I, the judge's answer was, “Silly you." Confessions of a Whistle-Blower: Lessons Learned Author: Anna C. Salter. Ethics & Behavior, Volume 8, Issue 2 June 1998

You said you wanted to know some of my secrets so here it goes. I like to fuck hard and I like inflicting pain while I do it. I also like to see you uncomfortable.” He starts out sounding very determined, but then he looks embarrassed and he looks away from me. When he looks back at me again, his eyes are softer. “But it doesn’t mean that I don’t love you. I do; more than life itself. So please, Isa, if you want me to be happy, then indulge me.” How can I say no to that? Of course I want him to be happy – I love him.

It takes something to stand out a little, and you can’t swing a dead cat on Ganymede without hitting five botany PhDs.

Munro gave her a wink. ‘We’d best order those steaks, lassie,’ he said, grinning, ‘if you’ve your eye on a Scotsman, you’ll need to keep your strength up.

Focus. Such a little word for such a hard thing and yet it can make things so simple, unless you break it. Like glass. Fragile on certain points with enough pressure ore carelessness, but if handled correctly, it’s useful, clear, sharp, and perfect. That’s what I will try to think about, whenever the Beast in me is not in agreement with what I am doing, or how I am behaving, when it threatens to break free, through that very same glass that separates us. I need to be exactly like this window: smooth, cool, strong, and impenetrable. Focus.

Mostly because of the harm they do. Not just to users,’ he says, ‘but the whole way along the chain, from poor farmers in Latin America who are terrorised by the cartels, to the organised crime and violence that goes with distributing drugs right here in Australia. And, of course, the damage it does to your body and the pain and criminal behaviour that comes with addiction. Using drugs recreationally might seem like fun in the moment but you’re supporting a whole world of violence and crime.

In 2004, fifty years after Brown, “not a single African American earned a Ph.D. in astronomy or astrophysics,” according to the Journal of Blacks in Higher Education. In fact, of the 2,100 Ph.Ds. awarded in forty-three different fields in the natural sciences, not one of these doctoral degrees went to an African American.132 The refusal to implement Brown throughout the South even in the face of Sputnik—not only as the law or as simple humanity might have dictated but also as demanded by national interest and patriotism—compromised and undermined American strength. Now, in the twenty-first century, the sector of the U.S. economy that accounts for more than 50 percent of our sustained economic expansion, science and engineering, is relying on an ever-dwindling skilled and educated workforce.

When he broke that long kiss, he smiled at her before kissing her hard. “So, my love, I hope that your punishment will stop you from trying another payback for a while at least?” Laura laughed and sighed, dramatically. “Of course, it will. I never want to be punished like that again. Well, not until tonight anyway. You will be back tonight, won't you? I'm often very bad at night so you may have to do this all over again to me until I learn how to be good. Hmm, and during the day, I'm not always very good either so you'd better watch out for that too.” “You don't make punishing you an easy task, do you? It almost seems like you enjoy being punished.” “No, it's not that, baby. Though, your punishment was very well given. It's just that I have a very aggressive, bad gene and it makes me backslide, umm, and often frontslide too. I have learnt with you that I'm always wanting to backslide and frontslide but, as it's obviously a genetic defect, I can't really be blamed for that, now can I” (Tales from Terrigal, Book 2, WIP)

The loud rasp of leather yanked through Carson’s belt loops sent her attention to his torso. “What are you doing?” London’s panicked gaze shot to his face. “I don’t have a collar on me.” “I am wholly disinterested in being collared.” “One weekend, London.” He grasped one of her hips with his free hand. “If you’re disappointed at any time, you can walk. I’ll never speak of it again. Our work together will go unaffected. No one—and I mean no one—but us will know.” “Would you put that in writing?” Her eyes filled with mischief. Priceless. London lured him toward a lightning storm. He could play. Hell, nothing appealed in the moment more than a weekend playing with London. Yes, this is what he wanted. Now he needed to know if she was willing. “I’ll do one better.” He snaked the belt around her waist until the leather rested against her hips. “I’m not a notch on a belt.” “You could never be a notch, London Chantelle. You’re the whole belt, sugar.” Her face softened, and the playfulness in her eyes died. He recognized the deliberation behind them, the wonder if she’d be safe, here and at work. London needn’t have worried. She might get scared, but mutual satisfaction was the only way his brand of sexual fulfillment worked. “Say yes or no.” He pressed his torso to her corseted body, the last space between her body and his obliterated. “But say yes.” “What will happen if I say yes?” “What you want. What you’ve probably always wanted.” Her eyes misted with a surprising vulnerability. “Yes.

In the EPJ results, there were two statistically distinguishable groups of experts. The first failed to do better than random guessing, and in their longer-range forecasts even managed to lose to the chimp. The second group beat the chimp, though not by a wide margin, and they still had plenty of reason to be humble. Indeed, they only barely beat simple algorithms like “always predict no change” or “predict the recent rate of change.” Still, however modest their foresight was, they had some. So why did one group do better than the other? It wasn’t whether they had PhDs or access to classified information. Nor was it what they thought—whether they were liberals or conservatives, optimists or pessimists. The critical factor was how they thought. One group tended to organize their thinking around Big Ideas, although they didn’t agree on which Big Ideas were true or false. Some were environmental doomsters (“We’re running out of everything”); others were cornucopian boomsters (“We can find cost-effective substitutes for everything”). Some were socialists (who favored state control of the commanding heights of the economy); others were free-market fundamentalists (who wanted to minimize regulation). As ideologically diverse as they were, they were united by the fact that their thinking was so ideological. They sought to squeeze complex problems into the preferred cause-effect templates and treated what did not fit as irrelevant distractions. Allergic to wishy-washy answers, they kept pushing their analyses to the limit (and then some), using terms like “furthermore” and “moreover” while piling up reasons why they were right and others wrong. As a result, they were unusually confident and likelier to declare things “impossible” or “certain.” Committed to their conclusions, they were reluctant to change their minds even when their predictions clearly failed. They would tell us, “Just wait.” The other group consisted of more pragmatic experts who drew on many analytical tools, with the choice of tool hinging on the particular problem they faced. These experts gathered as much information from as many sources as they could. When thinking, they often shifted mental gears, sprinkling their speech with transition markers such as “however,” “but,” “although,” and “on the other hand.” They talked about possibilities and probabilities, not certainties. And while no one likes to say “I was wrong,” these experts more readily admitted it and changed their minds. Decades ago, the philosopher Isaiah Berlin wrote a much-acclaimed but rarely read essay that compared the styles of thinking of great authors through the ages. To organize his observations, he drew on a scrap of 2,500-year-old Greek poetry attributed to the warrior-poet Archilochus: “The fox knows many things but the hedgehog knows one big thing.” No one will ever know whether Archilochus was on the side of the fox or the hedgehog but Berlin favored foxes. I felt no need to take sides. I just liked the metaphor because it captured something deep in my data. I dubbed the Big Idea experts “hedgehogs” and the more eclectic experts “foxes.” Foxes beat hedgehogs. And the foxes didn’t just win by acting like chickens, playing it safe with 60% and 70% forecasts where hedgehogs boldly went with 90% and 100%. Foxes beat hedgehogs on both calibration and resolution. Foxes had real foresight. Hedgehogs didn’t.

Adrian was one of the good ones; she looked forward to getting into more morally ambiguous situations with him, as crazy as that sounded.

I have been told I have a natural aptitude for violence, yes. They say if you get a job doing something you love then it’s like not working at all.’ He grinned at her.

He had a firm rule when it came to relationships, what little experience he had of any that lasted over a month. When it’s over, it’s over. You should never go back.

Morning, ma’am, sir,’ the officer said as he held out the logbook for them to sign.

There but for the grace of God,’ sprang into her head. She wasn’t a religious person, but she appreciated that particular sentiment. It could have easily been her who was lying face down in her own excrement and vomit. These things happen gradually. You make one bad decision, then another, each one slightly more fucked up and soul destroying than the last. Then bam, before you know it you’re an addict; willing to do absolutely anything to get that next fix.

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I firmly believe there should be a law in place permitting the police to shoot anyone caught buying the Daily Mail.

You perform any surgery today, Dr. Millet?” The grin faded and then reappeared. He was like a used car salesman. Or a politician. Yes, a politician. The thought of which sent me off in a whole other direction. “You well know, Mr. Jones, that I am not a medical doctor. But I can assure you, I worked just as hard to achieve my PhD.” “Coal miners work hard. PhDs get cardigans to ward off the chill in the library.

Colin can tolerate vast panoramas of tedious detail, where others glaze over and lose not merely their thread but the will to live.

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average electric field in a spherical control volume | 119 R θ x′ x Figure 5.9 Geometry used to evaluate the surface integral in (5.41). and hence ¿ SR dS |x − x | = żπ 0 (2πRsinθ)(cos θ x/ x )(R dθ) (Rcos θ − |x |)2 + (Rsinθ)2 = 2πR2 x |x | ż 1 −1 χ dχ R2 + |x | 2 − 2R|x |χ , (5.42) where χ = cos θ. The integral on the second line of (5.42) may now be evaluated using the indefinite integral ż χ dχ √a − bχ = 2 b2 a − bχ 3 − a a − bχ, and after a little work we obtain ¿ SR dS |x − x | = ⎧ ⎨ ⎩ 4π 3 x, x < R, (5.43a) 4π 3 R3 |x| 3 x, x > R. (5.43b) Thus our integral of E over VR becomes ż VR E(x)dx = VR 4πε0 ż |x|>R ρe(x) (−x) |x | 3 dx − 1 3ε0 ż VR x ρe(x )dx, (5.44) or equivalently ż VR E(x)dx = VREqout(0) − pqin 3ε0. (5.45) We have arrived back at (5.39), albeit after a great deal of integration. Although this particular derivation of (5.39) is rather long-winded, some ofthe results we have deduced on route, such as (5.43a, b), will prove useful when it comesto our discussion of magnetostatics.

Did y’all fuck in this chair? Never mind, don’t answer that; I’ll bring a towel and some Lysol when I come to all y’all’s offices next time. D’s too, nasty asses,

Core principals Bane. What’s the core principal of the D/s?” “Love,” Lucian said without thought. “Not just any kind of love. But selfless love. It becomes all about her needs and desires. And for her, it becomes all about your needs and

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Roasted Sweet Potato Wedges Makes 8 wedges The trick to achieving tender oil-free roasted sweet potatoes is to steam them before you put them in the oven. This precooking prevents the sweet potatoes from becoming overly chewy, which can happen when you roast them from raw without any oil. —DS 2 medium sweet potatoes (about 11/2 pounds), peeled and quartered lengthwise 1 teaspoon granulated garlic 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin 1/2 teaspoon chili powder 1/2 teaspoon sea salt 1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper 1. Preheat the oven to 425°F. 2. Place a steamer insert in a saucepan and add about 2 inches of water (the water should not come above the level of the bottom of the steamer). Cover the pan and bring the water to a boil. Place the potato wedges in the steamer, cover, and steam the potatoes until just tender, about 7 minutes. 3. Transfer the potato wedges to a nonstick baking sheet or a regular baking sheet lined with a silicone mat, arranging them in a single layer. 4. In a small bowl, combine the garlic, cumin, chili powder, salt, and pepper. Sprinkle the spice mixture evenly over the sweet potatoes. 5. Bake until brown and tender, 15 to 20 minutes, turning once during cooking. Serve hot.

witnesses and dealing with them – although there hadn’t been any so far – scouring CCTV to see

By force-marching his exhausted men through the unknown, rain-swept wilderness of the German-infested Teutoburg Forest, this guy had just made a brain-explodingly boneheaded mistake so amazing in its incompetence that it makes the Roman consuls at Cannae look like a conjoined triplet made out of Napoleon Bonaparte, Alexander the Great, and that dude from Total Recall who had the baby coming out of his stomach. In terms of career moves, marching three legions into the Teutoberg was the Classical Age equivalent of coauthoring an academic paper with the Unabomber or asking Charles Manson to write you a letter of recommendation for law school. Unsurprisingly, this came back to bite him in the ass. We don’t know exactly how many Germans were hiding in the woods, watching the column of imperial invaders trudge past. The Germans didn’t bother to write anything down more detailed than “killed sum d00ds 2day lulz,” and the only Romans who managed to run screaming out of this forest alive were the ones who knew better than to sit there and try to count how many GWAR fans were currently trying to brutally dismember them with axes. Let’s just say it was probably a crapload, and that when these long-haired death metal freaks unleashed a bloodcurdling shout and started charging through the forest like a bunch of gigantic mutant Ewok-Wookies ambushing the Imperial Stormtroopers on the Forest Moon of Endor it wasn’t exactly the sort of hilarious laugh riot you might see in an animated GIF involving unicorns, rainbows, and cartoon kitties with Pop-Tarts where their bodies are supposed to be. Bellowing like madmen, these balls-out, frothing-at-the-mouth, beer-swilling sausage fiends went Leeroy Jenkins toward the enemy, blitzkrieging out of the woods from every side seemingly at the same time, their ferociousness magnified not only by their savage blood rage, but by the fact that some of the dudes had taken to painting their entire bodies black with mud to help them hide in the dark forest like how Schwarzenegger hid from the Predator’s infrared vision. It was so damned terrifying that it took every ounce of Roman discipline to not simply spontaneously combust into blood vapor on the spot.

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Just when you thought change had happened, that acceptance and equal rights were the norm, a throwaway comment, or unguarded phrase revealed the truth – that some people’s prejudices were still hidden away. Scratch lightly and they would be revealed, sickening and abhorrent, running through them as deeply as bedrock and as eternal as the colour of their eyes.

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COL Nicholas Young Retires from the United States Army after More than Thirty -Six Years of Distinguished Service to our Nation 2 September 2020 The United States Army War College is pleased to announce the retirement of United States Army War College on September 1, 2020. COL Young’s recent officer evaluation calls him “one of the finest Colonel’s in the United States Army who should be promoted to Brigadier General. COL Young has had a long and distinguished career in the United States Army, culminating in a final assignment as a faculty member at the United States Army War College since 2015. COL Young served until his mandatory retirement date set by federal statue. His long career encompassed just shy of seven years enlisted time before serving for thirty years as a commissioned officer.He first joined the military in 1984, serving as an enlisted soldier in the New Hampshire National Guard before completing a tour of active duty in the U.S, Army Infantry as a non-commissioned officer with the 101st Airborne (Air Assault). He graduated from Officer Candidate School in 1990, was commissioned in the Infantry, and then served as a platoon leader and executive officer in the Massachusetts Army National Guard before assuming as assignment as the executive officer of HHD, 3/18th Infantry in the U.S. Army Reserves. He made a branch transfer to the Medical Service Corps in 1996. COL Young has since served as a health services officer, company executive officer, hospital medical operations officer, hospital adjutant, Commander of the 287th Medical Company (DS), Commander of the 455th Area Support Dental, Chief of Staff of the 804th Medical Brigade, Hospital Commander of the 405th Combat Support Hospital and Hospital Commander of the 399th Combat Support Hospital. He was activated to the 94th Regional Support Command in support of the New York City terrorist attacks in 2001. COL Young is currently a faculty instructor at the U.S. Army War College. He is a graduate of basic training, advanced individual infantry training, Air Assault School, the primary leadership development course, the infantry officer basic course, the medical officer basic course, the advanced medical officer course, the joint medical officer planning course, the company commander leadership course, the battalion/brigade commander leadership course, the U.S. Air War College (with academic honors), the U.S. Army War College and the U.S. Naval War College (with academic distinction).

As the light began to fade from the world, she wondered why she’d been singled out. What had she done to deserve death? Because he was killing her, wasn’t he? And she could do nothing about it.

She’d seen compassion from a drug user at the lowest ebb of his life; she’d seen injuries of domestic abuse caused by a high-ranking politician. So much went on behind closed doors regardless of class.

Lots of people had regrets after things like this happened. It only took a second or two for something drastic to occur, for lives to be ruined: the child who wriggled out of its father’s grip and ran out into a busy road; the woman who decided to walk through a dark alley rather than the long way around; someone driving too fast because they were late for an appointment.

Things don’t happen as quickly in real life as they do on the TV. We have to wait for forensics, gather clues, interview people, which is what we’re doing. So I can assure you this is not about where anyone comes from.

Mostly she felt guilty for breaking up a family unit of mother and daughter, even though prison was where her half-sister Jade deserved to be after wreaking such carnage last year.

I suppose if they made the programme too realistic,’ Nick commented, ‘it would be all paperwork and budgets, staff shortages and mind-numbing continual checking.

For Space, when the position of points is expressed by rectilinear co-ordinates, ds = \sqrt{ \sum (dx)^2 }; Space is therefore included in this simplest case. The next case in simplicity includes those manifoldnesses in which the line-element may be expressed as the fourth root of a quartic differential expression…. I restrict myself… to those manifoldnesses in which the line element is expressed as the square root of a quadric differential expression…. Manifoldnesses in which, as in the Plane and in Space, the line-element may be reduced to the form \sqrt{ \sum (dx)^2 }, are… only a particular case of the manifoldnesses to be here investigated; they require a special name, and therefore these manifoldnesses… I will call flat. In order now to review the true varieties of all the continua which may be represented in the assumed form, it is necessary to get rid of difficulties arising from the mode of representation, which is accomplished by choosing the variables in accordance with a certain principle.

Respect is key to any D/s relationship, as is trust from both sides.

When, on his first day here, he had told the gallery director he was an artist too, he had smiled thinly. ‘How nice.’ The conventional art world was a fortress that built clean white walls around itself to protect the favoured few. It was uninterested in people who hadn’t come up through the system.

Waze’s triumph and Navteq’s decline should be the model for every budding ExO. Ask yourself, “Which of my products or services can I digitize and dematerialize?” and “How can I use the Six Ds to leapfrog my biggest linear competitors? How can I use them to demonetize and democratize my products and/or services?

Virtual life – life on a smartphone – seemed so much more important than actual life these days.

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and interrupted whatever was actually going on in "real life"?

And when I feel happy, as soon as I notice it, then I’m not happy anymore. It’s like a fleeting ghost that disappears if you catch sight of it. One must notice happiness only by stealth, whistling, as if it doesn’t matter at all, which it doesn’t I suppose.

What I mean is, it’s what mammals do: they turn around on the spot and burrow into straw. The human equivalent is folding small vests and becoming laundry obsessed.

After a time it dawned on her that the world was full of catastrophically exhausted people on the borders of normal function—offices laden with zombie-parents who hadn’t slept in years, never mind weeks; cars being driven by ravaged adults with barely enough energy to find their shoes.

Well, Big A. Since we’re both in the ‘sharing is caring’ mood, care to tell me how you four fell in with each other? I mean, no offense, but y’all are about as opposite as salt and jelly fish.” “I’m sorry…did you say jelly fish?” “Yup. Sure did. Totally opposite things, right?” “Uh…yeah. I suppose so.” “So the phrasing works.” “Okay, but the actual phrasing is ‘as opposite as salt and pepper’. You know that, right?” “First of all, people put salt and pepper in almost everything, so apparently they do, in fact, go together. Second of all, pepper is boring. Jelly fish are cool, and way more opposite. They’re all ‘Bzzz! Bzzz! I sting you! Von, two, tree times! Mwa ha ha’!” She cackled in a Count Von Count voice.

No one has told her that becoming someone’s mother would lead her to imagine the catastrophic end to her motherhood.

[T]hat seemed like a rather good trick God had of being all powerful and yet not to blame; Syed took more responsibility as Lord and Master of a single sub than God did as Lord and Master of all creation.

Emma looked sideways, her eyes brimming with tears. ‘I thought he was my boyfriend,’ she paused, ‘but all he ever did was use me.

You are alone,’ the voice inside whispered,

She knew she had to be patient though it was proving more difficult than she imagined.

Google was a dot-com poster child, but unlike the others it managed to escape immolation in the dot bomb. Brin and Page had the good fortune to secure $25 million of venture money in 1999, just before the fever broke. They also had the good sense to bank most of those millions. It took them a few years to figure out how to make search profitable, but again luck was on their side. The money sustained the young company through the launch of AdWords, a self-service ad-buying tool, in 2001. Two years later, Google perfected their advertising system with AdSense, which turned the entire internet into a billboard that Google could then sell. The timing was, again, perfect. Google became enormously profitable at the very moment that the rest of the Valley was at its most desperate. Google was able to expand on the cheap. With ad money pouring in, Brin and Page went on a buying spree: sucking whole companies, buildings by the dozen, and thousands and thousands of PhDs into their ever-expanding headquarters: the Googleplex. The much-anticipated Google IPO in 2004 marks the start of what Silicon Valley calls Web 2.0—a reboot, a leveling up, a phase shift. Post-Google, the Valley began to abandon the notion of the internet as a free “cyberspace” that one could “surf,” and instead started to regard the web as a vast machine possessed of a native intelligence—which it could direct, program, even own.

All it took though was a psychopath with the right opportunity. When a person was unencumbered by a moral compass, they really were capable of anything.

Most missing persons cases did get solved, because most of the time the missing didn't want to stay that way.

Bennett works near Hykeham at a

You’d never think he could be so violent, would you?’ Lizzie tittered. ‘I must admit, he had such charm about him, no one would have guessed. But he had a really dark side. He kept it well hidden. It was so much fun having him fawn all over me. I pick them out, you see, the lost souls.’ Teagan said nothing, too scared to speak, even if she could think of something to say. Listening to Lizzie, it seemed as if she was enjoying telling her what she had done. She didn’t seem to care who she hurt. She began to lose hope of ever getting away. But she wouldn’t give up, because she knew Grace wouldn’t, either. ‘You won’t win,’ she told her. ‘Grace will find me and you’ll be locked up and—’ ‘I have to get to number five! Don’t you understand?’ Teagan screamed. ‘Be quiet!’ Lizzie sliced a hand across her face. Teagan cried out again. Still bound together, her hands were caught between them. She couldn’t help herself in any way. She really was going to die. SEVENTY-SIX Teagan’s scream travelled through the air towards them. Every hair on Grace’s body stood on end as it pierced her ears. Please don’t let me be too late. ‘This way!’ Frankie shouted and she followed him. Rounding a corner, she saw two people pointing in the direction of the clock tower. In the distance were Teagan and the woman Grace now knew was Lizzie Shelby. Lizzie had a knife in her hand. They were going to be too late. ‘We

Hopefully it won’t come to that. Today’s visit is all about gathering background. We need to find out if he had a wife and family, and if so, what happened to them. We’ll just tell the neighbours he had a fall and we’re making sure it was an accident. And if it wasn’t an accident, we don’t want to let on how

You said it to me once. It was the last day we had together. And that was 39 days ago. I can still hear your whisper loud as a horn in my ears, when you told me that you love me. This memory is so clear in my head, as if it were yesterday. Even though I am not sure how to describe your voice, how it sounds, these three words you said. I know. And I have to trust them.

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The baby’s tiny fat hand lies on Manon’s other breast, possessively. Recently, he’s begun pulling off—rather painfully taking the nipple with him in his powerful suction-gums—in order to look up at her and smile. Huge gummy mouth, froglike, eyes filled with delight. It’s as if he is saying thank you for the milk, or something along the lines of “Isn’t this nice, we two?

Each member of the family in their personal cube of unhappiness.

Mourning someone is hard work. It’s so hard it brings with it a tiredness you can’t even believe. You keep thinking you can sleep it off but you just get more tired as it goes on.