#adulterating phone records

[imaginedreamwrite]

After being the punching bag of my manager all day I need someone with BDE to tell her off. But since this is the real world and that won't happen I'm turning to you and your wonderful fanfic world. May you please write something with BDE Steve helping a poor overworked reader

“Sweetheart, are you leaving soon?” Steve was already in the vehicle, his hand clenching the steering wheel with white knuckles as his other hand held the phone against his ear. “We’re supposed to have dinner at 7.”

“Steve, I’m sorry…” he heard the regret in your voice, the sadness over being held back at work again. “My boss has me working overtime.”

“It’s okay, baby.” Steve crooned, never being able to take a harsh tone with you. “I’ll have dinner waiting for you when you get home.”

“Are you…” he detected your pause and he could picture you through the phone biting your lip and anxiously drumming your fingers against your desk. “You’re not mad..?”

“No sweetheart,” Steve cut the engine and yanked the keys from the ignition, slipping them into his pocket, “I’m not mad at you. I’ll see you when you get home.”

“I love you.” You were tired, weary, and Steve was going to fix it.

“I love you too, beautiful.” Steve stepped out of the vehicle and ended the call, returning his phone to the passengers seat before he slammed the door.

Steve stood by the drivers side studying the mansion before him, the lights in the living room illuminating the scattered clothing from the start point up the stairs and into the bedroom. Steve grit his teeth and started stalking toward the front door, angered by the lack of disrespect your boss not only had for you but for his wife.

The slimy bastard thought he could make you work to the bone so he could go back to his soulless hellhole and cheat on his wife. It was disgusting, it was revolting and Steve wasn’t going to let it continue. He was going to deal with the arrogant pinworm the best way he had known how, and he was going to make his entire world implode around him.

“Fucker.” Steve cursed, using minimal force to open the door with a quick tug and once he was in, he began gathering evidence.

Every picture that could’ve incriminated him was taken, every slip of evidence Steve could use to obliterate the bastard for what he had done to you and his wife was recorded. Steve started in the kitchen where the adulterous date started, he worked his way to living room and the scraps of clothing that were shredded during the height of lust.

And then when he was ready, Steve started making his way up the stairs toward the bedroom. He could turn a deaf ear to the twisted and pathetic howling of your boss as he cheated on his wife, the sickly expulsion of sounds egregious to his ears.

“Mr. Smith,” Steve stepped in front of the closed door and raised his foot to kick it open, coming upon the image of your boss being tied up and fucked, “we need to have a discussion.”

The woman was pushed off the bed, your boss scrambling for cover. Steve withdrew the baton from his back pocket and whipped it against the wall, the sickening crack of plaster earning a shriek from the woman and a cry from your boss.

“I warned you once not to fuck with me or my girl.” Steve stepped toward your boss, the baton in his hand smashing into the lamp beside your boss’ head, glassing and ceramic flying everywhere.

“You like to overwork your employees while screwing around on your wife?” Steve questioned with ire, raising an eyebrow as his mistress started to rise to her feet.

“You’re gonna call her.” Steve directed the mistress with a point of his weapon. “And you’re gonna tell her everything, do as I say and you won’t get a scratch on you.”

“Mr. Rogers please-!” Your boss begged, pleading while pissing himself.

“I let my girl work because she wants to be independent, but I’m not putting up with this shit anymore. Now,” Steve tapped the edge of his baton against your boss’s flaccid dick, “let’s have a real conversation.”

[singeratlarge]

SUNDAY MATINEE MUSIC VIDEO “Throw the First Stone (A Psychedelic Soul Suite)” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyyvKytF_uU

 —A ramble in 3 parts:

Part I: A string quartet from Stockholm (courtesy of my friend Bil Bryant) plays over a frenzied live band in Japan, performed by bassist Jerry Renino, guitarist Wayne Avers, and drummer Sandy Gennaro (all ex-sidemen for The Monkees). Call this an act of xenochrony, a recording studio technique where parts are lifted from their original context and placed into a different work. Composer Charles Ives invented this approach after he noticed parade bands blending with one another by “chance,” so he harnessed it by design.

Part II: A Talking Heads-influenced update on a song I’d written after observing journalists, TV evangelists, politicians, and others engaged in petulant name-calling (“and the names go ‘round like a blimp that blew up in your phone”). The street level phrase “throw the first stone” originally comes from the incident recorded in St. John’s Gospel. A mob of religious men are preparing to stone an adulterous woman to death, and they confronted Jesus about it, like he should commend such a harsh punishment. Instead, Jesus calmly said, “He that is without sin among you, throw the first stone at her.” One by one the men drifted away because of the truth: All have sinned and need to self-judge before judging others.

Part III: More xenochrony, referencing J.S. Bach, “Greensleeves,” the fade of “All You Need is Love” (The Beatles), etc. while segueing to dreamy riff on resonator guitar and keyboards.

The term xenochrony comes from a Greek word meaning “strange and alien time.” Time can be chronology, or a collection of images and memories stacked together at will. Stravinsky said, “Music is but another way to measure time.” Current events may seem strange and alien, but we have an opportunity to make the best of the time. Now. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyyvKytF_uU

#johnnyjblair #gospelofjohn #xenochrony #bilbryant #japan #jerryrenino #wayneavers #sandygennaro #monkees #davyjones #charlesives #talkingheads #tvegangelist #bach #greensleeves #beatles #resonatorguitar #stravinsky #singersongwriter #singeratlarge

[symeona]

Said Speaker also told the state's coroner to not autopsy the bodies. Then we found out one of the trains was carrying xylene and other flammable chemicals used in fuel adulteration. Before that, the government reported that the people died from the collision and subsequent explosion.

They straight up lied. People were still alive after the crash and recordings from their own phones prove just that.

The first responders literally raked the crime scene, didn't preserve a single thing, only for people later to find human remains from the crash mixed in with the dirt around the site.

And those people have power. They have immunity. And they expect us to keep quiet about it all

Thr above video is from the protests in Thessaloniki, and this image is showing part of the crowd gathered in Athens:

Protests about the lethal government corruption surrounding the Tempi train crush took place throughout the whole country. Even Greeks of diaspora organized protests today.

More images from Greece:

[angeli-marco-writes]

Sam Holland - Don't Tell

A/N & WC - This is not meant to glorify or condone adultery in any way. I do not know Sam, nor do I claim to, this is a work of fiction. This was written before Sam posted about a new girlfriend: no disrespect is meant towards her. I do not believe Sam would do this: it is fictitious. 3.5k.

Warnings - Adultery, explicit smut, unprotected sex, swearing, reader is the other woman, swearing, brief allusions to SA. 18+.

Summary - When Sam booty calls you, you can't deny him, but will sexual satisfaction be enough? Or will you always want from him what you know you can't have?

THIS WASN’T HOW YOU’D PLANNED to spend your Saturday afternoon, but Sam called, and who were you to deny him?

‘Come over at 3.’ He texted you. ‘She’s leaving then.’

No kisses, no emojis, no frills, no sign off, nothing. You’re just a nameless number in his phone. You knew what it meant. You’ve done it plenty of times before, so you know the drill, it’s just not exactly pleasant.

With ample time, you left your house, your new place only a couple of streets over from the Holland household, and you walked as inconspicuously as possible. Your coat wrapped tightly around you, you refused to make eye contact with anyone on the whole walk there.

You know the drill so well by now that you know not to stick to the front of the house, but instead to head around the back—straight into his bedroom window—via the bins. Theoretically, with no one home and Sam in the living room, you could walk in the front door, but his room is safest since she has always refused to enter—’just in case.’

Your heart thuds against your chest while you hold your breath, praying not to be heard downstairs the second your feet land on his floor. You press yourself flat against the wall behind Sam’s door, lips pursed and eyes squeezed shut, every muscle in your body clenched to the maximum. You’ve trained yourself to stay so quiet that the only sounds are your pounding, racing heart and the blood rushing in your ears.

Thankfully, before cramp can override you, you hear the words that give you the all clear.

“Bye, love!” he calls down the driveway, followed by a half hearted air kiss, a deafening crunching on the gravel driveway, and the front door at last clicking shut.

Your body finally relaxes, limbs falling loosely around you while you release one of the longest held breaths you’ve ever had.

You creak open Sam’s bedroom door, ready for him to meet you, and shrug your coat off, throwing it on the floor alongside your converse when you hear him coming upstairs. He gets like this, heavy steps and heaved breaths like they’re a strain on his body, and it usually means he’s extra horny.

“What took so long, lover boy?” you tease, standing scantily clad in his door frame, leaning against the painted wood.

His eyes darken with lust as he approaches you, his shadow from the landing already overpowering.

This isn’t like any sex or ‘relationship’ you’ve ever been in before. It’s risky, and that risk makes it so much hotter. Always leaving the door open just a crack so that the two of you could be found only by those closest to Sam, the chance of being caught together in the street on the off chance you go for drinks; after all, your reputation precedes you. But it’s the adulterous element of your relationship that makes it so fun. The fact that it’s usually after his girlfriend leaves that you’re called over to relieve his not-so-little ‘problem’, the little marks you trail across the hidden parts of his body, occasionally being risky enough to plant one on the juncture of his neck and shoulder just to test the waters.

After being together for over two years, she still refuses to do anything with him. Of course you respect such a thing: if she wants to wait till marriage and is able to resist Sam for that long, props to her. It’s just not always ideal for all party members. Sure, they’ve kissed, a little groping, but by this point, with how little Sam's lass has done with him, he’s immensely riled up.

He really likes his girlfriend, of course he does, and he’s spoken to her about this time and time again, asking why they couldn’t just do something more than a PG-12 touching session. She simply shook her head and smiled every time, “I’m saving myself for marriage, Sammy.” This infuriated him hugely. He’s been with a girl or two (or ten) before her, so is very expectant, but being twenty-two has its burdens. He isn’t anywhere near ready for marriage, but is increasingly sexually frustrated. So after an insane year of getting by with absolutely no action apart from the rare lap dance and make out, he knew he had to do something besides use his own hand to relieve the tension that was making him a complete prick.

He respects his girlfriend enough not to pressure her. Sam isn’t a bad person and so he isn’t going to coerce his girlfriend into sex she doesn’t want, seeing it as utterly immoral, so he did the only thing he could think of, and turned to the girl next door, quite literally. Not that it’s any more moral, but here you are.

As soon as he reaches you, the smirk etched upon his face is perfect, just what you expect, and his hands grip your waist tightly.

“You think you’re so cheeky,” he smirks, and his lips crash onto yours the next moment, his hands spanning your sides. His affection halts as he smacks the side of your ass. “I’ll show you cheeky.”

You don’t let him get another word in before you’re kissing him again, furiously this time, hooking one leg around his waist as the other flies to his neck, your clasp anything but gentle.

You’ve known of the Holland family for a while, living a street away, going to school with the boys and your mother having ‘neighbourhood meetings’ with the family. You, however, had had nothing to do with them, never getting involved in their ordeals, not really.

Keeping a resolutely ‘good girl’ demeanour all through school was difficult, especially when you wanted to rebel so earnestly. The first step was house parties, beginning when you were in year ten, everyone getting shit-faced and ending up giving sloppy hand-jobs in someone’s downstairs loo. That much you weren’t a fan of, so you waited until the end of school, A-Levels secured to be who you wanted to be. Trench coats, docs and chucks at every turn, short shorts and fishnets. Lots of hair dye came next, followed by a ‘scandalous’ collection of piercings, and a significant body count for someone your age, or so conservative old women perceived. Fuck them, your body your choice.

Times changed in a year and a half, though not that much. Mid way through your rebellion, you got a good job, your own place, and became a call girl, essentially. Sam’s call girl only, considering your regrettable soft spot for him.

You couldn’t care less though, even though it’s adulterous, Sam is incredible in bed. He frequently tells you the same.

“I think you’re rubbing off on me,” he murmurs, “even when she was kissing me I could only think of you.” His lips are inches from yours with your breath mingling in the confined space of his doorway as you pant.

He hasn’t touched you yet, or even moved you to the bed. You feel yourself blush a little, scared fractionally by what he’s saying but mostly flattered. At least that’s what you’re telling yourself. It makes you feel like your old self is creeping in again, the girl next door that no one fell for.

“I like it when you get all shy on me, really naïve, shows me you’re a human and not just a sex goddess. My sex goddess.”

You pull his lips to yours with a burning passion, desperate to feel him up against you. Your palms settle this time on Sam's cheeks, angling his face to get the most out of the kiss, and your hold remains resolute so that he can’t pull away easily. This isn’t your dominance though, simply a ploy to hide your flushed cheeks from his prying eyes, the blush that’s been caused by his kind words. You want to keep him here long enough that you can claim the blush is from the breathlessness and the actions of his tongue slipping inside your mouth with an urgency you haven’t felt with him for a while. Is this the day that changes everything?

He backs you to the bed, walking unsteadily, and pushes you down onto the springy mattress. It pitches beneath you as he joins you, sitting by your side, his hand gravitating towards your thigh.

“Hey, what is it?” you ask, a slight hesitant stammer to your words.

“Nothing,” he sulks. “Just dunno how long I can keep doing this.”

His baleful eyes hover over your decolletage, and before you can protest and try to get him to open up about the whole situation, discussing the fact that maybe you should just quit while you’re ahead and come clean (because to be fair, it’s beginning to weight on your conscience too, even though you’ve never met said girlfriend), he kisses you, pinching your nipple through your bra until it forms a pebbled bud.

“Gonna take it all out on you,” he hisses, moving his kisses to your jaw. “All this pent up need from missing your body. God, feel so good beneath me.”

He swings a leg over to straddle your legs, and begins a ferocious attack on your neck with his teeth. You’ll have fun at work tomorrow, trying to hide them from your co-workers, one of them (on a temp basis, at least) being Sam’s twin. Harry cottoned on pretty easy, and won’t say a word, because he doesn’t want to deal with Sam’s temper when he’s been denied sex for too long. He likes Sam’s girlfriend, sure, but she doesn’t compromise on anything and looks down her nose at the lot of them, so he considers it fair play. And besides, with his track record, he really doesn’t have a leg to stand on.

Unwittingly, your hips buck up to meet his, feeling his throbbing need pressing against your pelvis, only for him to draw his body away from you, a bruising kiss being pressed to your lips the next moment. All in a flurry, your top is pulled down, your chest revealed to him.

“Bloody love your tits,” he purrs, a feral grin contorting his freckled face.

He rolls your pert bud between the rough pads of his fingers, palming at the other breast so as not to neglect it, only swapping when you’re beginning to writhe under him. His grin only increases.

“Sam… please.”

He knows what you want when you whine that way, so he sits up on his shins, and lets you tear his shirt open. Button by button, you watch as every inch of his pale chest is bared to you, his happy trail coaxing you lower.

“Get on with it, then,” he warns, clamping a hand around your hair in order to control your movements. He does this a lot, it’s his main power move. “They’re too damn tight now you’re around.”

You can definitely see that, the denim of his jeans pulled taut around his torso, the waistband of his boxers peeking above. He begins to pluck at your nipples again while you fumble with his buckle and zip, eventually tugging both items of clothing down at once. He stands, his lanky frame just a blur of white and freckles as he removes every last item, prowling back to you on the bed.

You, however, have other ideas, tugging him down with a grip on his shoulders until he’s helpless beneath you. In the time he was distracted with shucking his jeans off at last, you peeled your own shirt off and put your bra right. Sam’s a boob man, always has been, and takes great pleasure in fastening and unfastening your bras as much as he can, nestling into your chest for the time you spend together.

Since your last rodeo, you’ve gained some weight, and filled out a tad more, something Sam seems to notice right about now, especially as your chest hovers just inches from his face.

“Well? Are you gonna stare at them all day or take it off?”

This man… this man has the fucking audacity to lick his lips as one hand works on the hooks at the back of your bra, the other skimming the edges of the cups before it falls into his hands and he flings it across the room, knocking something off his dresser.

As soon as it's out of his way, he seems to forget everything apart from you, his eyes mesmerised by your chest, his mouth gaping a little, his eyes lingering on your hardened nipples for perhaps just a moment too long. You sigh to yourself, letting your knees dig into his navy comforter before your fingers wrap around his hand and place it onto your right breast. You know that, if you let him stare long enough, you’ll get nothing done. You need this release as much as he does. He takes the message, though, and begins kneading the flesh with a need you haven’t seen from him before. You even catch a wolfish grin when your face contorts into a silent ‘o’, overcome with pleasure. He tweaks your one nipple, and leans up to capture the other in his kiss-swollen lips, lavishing kisses around the sensitive area. You can’t help your nails leaving faint scratch marks in their wake over his freckled shoulders, tracing the silhouettes beneath his skin of muscle and bone, finding constellations within the freckles until he’s quaking beneath your delicate touch…

“Why’re you being such a tease?” he whines.

He has a point, you’re grinding down on his clothed cock in tandem with his playing with your boobs, your core hovering over his hard member, but it’s only fair with the stimulation he’s offering you. Just to shut him up, in one swift move you pull his boxers down and reach down to grasp him, stroking a couple of times before inching down, swallowing his aching length into your welcoming, warm walls.

Your moans create a heavenly sympathy, even as you stop for a moment to adjust to his size a little more, placing your hands on his pecs before grinding down on him. His hips begin to move, thrusting upwards and into you, finding a satisfying pace in tandem for you both as you ride him like there’s no tomorrow.

“Baby…” he moans, reaching out with his lips puckered to wrap them around your exposed nipple, suckling viciously, hard enough to hurt just a little.

“Stand up,” you command authoritatively, with a softness to your tone despite.

He grows harder inside of you, barely suppressing a groan, but his plan fails from shock when you bend over, clenching the foot of his bed so tightly your knuckles begin to turn white.

Casting a sensual glance over your shoulder, you bat your lashes and coax him the only way you know how, a wiggle of your bum added to help convince him; “Fuck me, Sammy…”

Your gasp is shrill and loud when he enters your craving core from behind, your knees nearly buckling when a stream of expletives falls from his lips once he grabs your hips, settling there. You’re sure to have hand-shaped imprints there tomorrow, but you don’t care, and apparently neither does Sam as he continues to thrust into you at an inhuman pace.

Breathy moans escape your lips as your nails find purchase in the sheets, now crumpled in your clenched fists. The only thing that fills your ears other than skin slapping against skin is the myriad of colourful words spilling from Sam in a groan, right down your ear.

“y/n… please…” he hums nonsensically, his lips finding their way to your shoulder blade and neck, kissing you, suckling.

He’s such a hypocrite: one rule for him, one rule for you, just because he’s got a girlfriend and is too pussy to break up with her even though his needs aren’t being met. For a brief moment, your body being used for his pleasure—and bringing you simultaneous heavenly satisfaction—you’re able to forget the consequences of your fornications.

They slip your mind once again the second one of his rough hands slowly makes its way down your front, finding your clit as he begins to rub harsh circles on it.

“Fuck…” you cry out, only for the heel of that hand to press into your pelvis, the other snaking around to your neck, applying the faintest pressure. Your walls tighten around him at the double stimulation.

His hips begin to move faster, blissful moans filling the room in symphony as you both near your highs, his tip grazing your special spot on every single thrust.

“C’mon,” he purrs in your ear, “can feel how close you are…” the pressure on your engorged pearl becomes a constant, and your body begins to spasm with unbridled pleasure. “Come.”

You do, and fireworks spark behind your eyes, setting off a train reaction in your brain, your walls clenching and your body collapsing, chest first, onto the edge of the bed. You must’ve cried out at some point, but your scream became but a gasp with his hand snug around your throat.

His thrusts slow, and he aids you onto the bed by your waist, but you roll away from him, aware that he hasn’t climaxed yet. He follows you down as your fingers link around his neck, but he’s not satisfied with that—as the smirk playing on his lips, causing dimples in his freckles, tells you—so he hovers above you on his knees. The hairs on his shins grate against the duvet cover so he shifts, but your hands move from his neck to his cheeks, pulling him closer to tangle your tongues together. His erection teases your wet folds while you’re lost in the movements of your mouths, and before you know it, he’s entering you again, and your hands are getting lost in his dark, silky locks, his one hand roughly kneading your breast. His thrusts recommence at a slower pace than before, his heels digging into the mattress as his groans overpower yours in the otherwise silent room.

“Shit… oh my God—” he hisses.

He begins to move faster, so you tug at his hair, revelling in the praises he offers, eliciting various heavy moans from his preoccupied mouth in between kisses. His warm breath and the resverberation of the moan vibrate across your lips, causing your hips to rock further into his, your legs wrapping around his toned torso to give him better access to your eager core. His movements become deeper as your breathing becomes even more escalated with high pitched moans tearing from your throat each time he hits your g-spot so perfectly. The knock-on effect sends him into an even more euphoric state, and before you know it, he’s groaning your name down your ear, and painting your walls white.

“Yes, Sammy…”

Your nails leave scratch marks all over his back from the sheer height of pleasure you’re experiencing, and that seems to be what sent him over the edge, his cum seeping into you as you milk his cock. He throbs inside you, his pelvis hitting you perfectly as he thrusts lazily while emptying himself. With one final press of his long, skilled thumb and digits over your sensitive nipple and a harsh bite to your pulse point just below your ear, the bundle of lust in your stomach becomes undone as you finish once again.

Before you’re fully recovered, he’s pulling out and leaving you empty as you lie together for a moment on opposite sides of the bed, no contact other than your pinky fingers linked and overlapping in between you. Except… despite the pleasure, you’re not satisfied. Not at all. And you know, in your heart, that this can’t happen again.

“Don’t tell anyone, please.”

“As fucking if,” you mumble.

“You ok?” he asks after a moment.

“Yes, just fine,” you snap, and roll off the bed, beginning to ferret around for your clothes.

“y/n, no…” Sam moves to grapple for you, “why are you leaving?”

“Because I’m done being treated like shit by you. Used as your fuck-toy when you’re too much of a pussy to deal with your girlfriend… I’m done, Sam.”

He’s up and off the bed, shucking his jeans on with great force that causes him to trip back onto the bed as you adjust your top and zip your skirt back up.

“y/n!”

“What!” you bellow right back at him.

He shuffles his feet on the carpet, and moves to speak, but his jaw just hangs open like a fish, nothing coming out.

“Yeah, I’m done here, Sam. Don’t booty-call me again.”

A weary voice from behind you calls out, “Sam?”

Shit.

This is bad. This is very bad. But what can you do? You’re the other woman, he’s the one choosing to commit adultery: why is that your problem? He can deal with his (clearly very angry) girlfriend, so livid she’s shaking, once you’re gone.

“Yeah. Your ‘don’t tell’ plan worked real good, Sammy. Karma’s a bitch,” you spit, spinning on my heels and waltzing out the door.

You mean it: you’re done. At least until he breaks up with her and undoubtedly calls back. You want him, there's no question about that, but you want him all to yourself: and that's a secret you won't tell.

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 11

Cult girl gets interrogated, tapping into her training at the Hannibal Lecter school of police deception.

Trigger warning: CSA mention, suicide

The interrogation room was cold. And they had you waiting for at least half an hour.

"Miss [L/N]," an officer finally entered. "My name is detective Allison Greene."

Don't get defensive. Always be polite.

"Hi." You said, cordially. "You can call me [F/N] if you want."

Detective Greene smiled. "Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee?"

Don't accept anything they offer you. They will take your DNA wherever they can get it. Don't give them the opportunity.

"No thank you." You shook your head.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions." Detective Greene leaned over the table. "Some of the guys here have been trying to pin this on you. I work with a bunch of chauvinist assholes. Sorry if they gave you a scare."

They might assign a female officer to your case. Don't let it get your guard down.

"What exactly are they trying to pin on me?" You tilted your head, feigning ignorance.

Detective Greene cleared her throat and shuffled with some papers. "Late last night, your cousin's husband reported her missing. Said she didn't come back to the hotel."

"Well that’s news to me." You said, looking away.

"He said the last place she went was your place." Detective Greene recounted. "Didn't specify that you lived with your boyfriend. So why don't you tell me what happened and you can go home?"

And tell them this story exactly.

"Hannibal invited Theresa and Gideon to dinner. Only Theresa showed." You began. "I came downstairs to find her making a pass at my boyfriend. The fact that he didn't immediately throw her out kinda pissed me off, but I tried to let it slide. We sat down for dinner and then there was an argument that got really heated. I decided to take a drive to clear my head. I went to the drug store to pick up some things and then Hannibal called me to tell me she had left. Then I went back to his house."

"Can anyone confirm your story?"

"Maybe the cashier." You offered. "I was the only one in the store at the time."

"Was the argument about her hitting on your boyfriend?" Detective Greene inquired.

You shook your head. "No. Hannibal shut her down before she could pull anything. She was saying some really ugly things about my mom and that's what provoked the argument."

"Was anyone intoxicated?" Detective Greene raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged. "We finished one bottle of wine between the three of us, so maybe a little."

"Is your cousin known to get aggressive while under the influence?"

"She's aggressive when she's stone-cold sober." You admitted, going off-script a little.

"Oh, yes." Detective Greene flipped through some pages. "Her husband said you two don't get along."

That was undoubtedly the worst way she could have possibly put it. You wanted to tell her that Theresa hated you. That you were her punching bag for years. That you were completely justified in not making an effort to 'get along'. But this wasn't the time or place.

"Have you questioned Gideon?" You asked, feeling frustrated but trying to hide it.

"Yes, actually." Detective Greene nodded. "We haven't eliminated anyone as a suspect and his criminal record is certainly relevant."

"Which part?" You smirk. "The embezzlement or the sexual exploitation of minors?"

Detective Greene let out an exhausted sigh. "Yes, between you and me, it does make more sense that the convicted sex offender would kill his serial adulterer wife. You don’t need to convince me, but I am professionally obligated to do my due diligence."

"Look, I didn't do anything to Theresa." You maintained, leaning back in your chair. "If your instincts are telling you it's Gideon, it's definitely Gideon."

Detective Greene took a deep breath and stood up from her seat. "Thank you for your time, Miss [L/N]. We'll let you get back to your boyfriend after we confirm your alibi with the drug store cashier."

"You're welcome." You said as she saw herself out.

Another hour passed. You sat in the uncomfortable chair, watching your phone battery gradually drain as you ate it up playing mindless mobile games that didn't require internet.

Finally, Detective Greene reappeared.

"Miss [L/N], the cashier corroborated your alibi." She said, notably not making herself comfortable. "And security camera footage from the ATM confirms that you were at the drug store last night."

So that's why he wanted you to withdraw cash.

"Does that mean I'm free to go?" You asked, a hopeful upturn in your voice.

"Not quite." Detective Greene narrowed her eyes. "The cashier brought up a few queries of his own I'd like you to answer."

You tried not to let this deter you. "...oh?"

"He said that while you were shopping, you seemed really on edge." Detective Greene said. "To the point that you visibly flinched when you heard your cell phone ring. Care to explain?"

"Yes." You answered, calmly. You folded your hands in your lap. "I have a general anxiety disorder. That evening, Theresa said something deeply troubling that sent me into a panic attack. That's why I left."

"What did she say that was so troubling?"

You paused. Did she really need to know this? Or was she just nosy?

"She commented that I looked like I could be pregnant." You told the truth. "And while insisting I was pregnant, brought up my mother's suicide and suggested I do the same."

Detective Greene went quiet for a moment, then lowered her head. "...that is a very awful thing to say, yes."

You were on the verge of tears. You covered your mouth with your hand. "And Theresa knows that talking about my mother is triggering to me. So she was just being cruel for the sake of it."

"So you left." Detective Greene repeated, for what felt like the hundredth time.

"I went to the drug store and I bought a pregnancy test." You admitted. "Because she just has so much power over me."

You didn't care if this suddenly gave you motive. It meant nothing to you anymore. You just wanted to tell someone impartial what a piece of shit she was.

A knock interrupted your near breakdown. Another officer poked his head into the room without so much as waiting for permission.

"Yo, Allison." He said. "They found a head."

[greenleafpestcontrolservices]

Challenges with Commercial Food Audited Facilities and Food Inspection Pest Control Services

For 25+ years GreenLeaf Pest Control have serviced commercial audited facilities in Toronto, Kitchener and throughout the GTA.  Trust me when I say this: Kudos to the pest control professionals who dedicate countless hours protecting these facilities. As Protectors of Public Health, companies like Greenleaf Pest Control are indispensable!  We constantly pull our entire team off the road for training. It’s the vast knowledge on audit schemes, pest biology, microbiology, technology, pest control services, customer service, building construction and attention to details (that’s the hard one) that makes us great! As trained pest inspectors and as your pest management provider we must decipher the clues and stop pest issues before they happen….this is no easy task.  

What constitutes a commercial facility?

How do I define a commercial facility or client? Well, basically it’s everyone but residential. Recently while driving around Vaughan and Newmarket I looked around and jotted down the following spots in my handy notepad … a technician must have.

·              Food Service (Restaurants, Quick Serve Restaurants (QSRs), Bars, Institutional Kitchens, etc.)

·              Food and pharmaceutical processing and storage

·              Offices and Institutions

·              Schools and Daycares

·              Health Care Facilities

·              Industrial Plants

Food Facilities are unique, typically they follow GMP’s.

What are GMP’s or cGMP’s?

CGMP refers to the Current Good Manufacturing Practice regulations. The GMP requirements are ongoing measures designed to ensure an effective overall approach to product quality control and risk management. They do this by setting appropriate standards and practices for the manufacturing, packaging, labelling, and storing of goods. 

CGMPs provide systems that assure proper design, monitoring, and control of manufacturing processes and facilities. GMPs are a crucial link to avoiding adulteration and ensuring quality. The practices set a basic safety net of minimum facility sanitation practices to ensure goods are not indirectly contaminated. It also establishes a consistency that secures quality.

Adulteration = defined as intentionally or willingly degrading the quality of the food. Basically, the contamination of food.

Who can audit my facility?

I have provided a high-level list of the most common food safety and auditing bodies, both local and international. There are many more Toronto Facility Audits, but listed below are the most common.

Local Health Departments

Provincial and Federal Inspectors

American Institute of Baking (AIB)

BRC Global

FSSC 22000

NFC – Cook & Thurber

Primus GFS

SQF

Pro-Cert

CanadaGAP

Why hire a Pest Management Professional (PMP) for your facility?

In my opinion, it’s good to have these services provided by dedicated service technicians trained in pest management. We have the knowledge, insurance, the right equipment, and understand the rules and regulations. Our focus is ONLY pest management & pest prevention. Whereas maintenance staff are responsible for many job duties and not just pest management.

Many food plants use the services of various independent inspection services that provide a valuable and needed range of GMP and food safety audits to food-handling establishments of all types. Each auditing scheme has its own unique guidelines, a pest control company that specializes in commercial pest management will have the expertise to look after your facility.

Down to Business – What the heck are those black boxes around my facility?

One aspect of a proper pest prevention program is rodent control. Let’s start with a few basics on exterior rodent prevention – what should I expect for my facility?

Exterior rodent stations, or bait stations, are excellent tools to aid in both monitoring and controlling rodent pressure on the exterior of a facility. Rodenticide is the most associated monitoring and control tool used in exterior rodent stations.

There are some fantastic alternatives to rodent bait that can be used, depending on the facility’s specific regulatory needs, chemical use initiatives, like Organic Cert’s. As a trained pest control professional, it is vital to keep the food supply safe.

Rodenticides, when used correctly and on the exterior of the facility, provide a little risk to the interior food supply. Interior use of rodent bait is rarely a good option; the risk of contaminating the manufactured food is too great.

Rodents living outdoors around your building will eventually try to get inside, looking for warmth, food, water, and shelter. Warmth and basic needs to survive are located inside your facility! Exterior bait stations are an important tool as the first line of defence. Professional Exterior stations do exist. At GreenLeaf we install exteriors stations that look like hydro or cable boxes. Customers and employees usually don’t even know you have a rodent program at your facility.

GreenLeaf Pest Control only uses Tier #1 exterior bait stations that are designed to restrict access for children, pets, and wildlife. Our stations are secured and bolted to a block and locked with a proprietary key. The bait inside is also secured with a locking rod to ensure the bait does not come loose or get knocked out inadvertently. Every attempt is made to ensure safety and reduce risk and liability.

What does the technician inspect for when they perform the exterior rodent service visits?

First, the technician opens the station and scans the barcode. The electronic handheld device helps to record any feeding, pest activity and observations. This data is transparent to the client’s Q/A team.

The inside of the bait station should be reasonably clean. Plant material, droppings, dead rodents, debris from the bait needs to be swept and bagged for disposal.

If required, fresh new bait is threaded through the locking rod; it is important to secure the bait within the station.

It is critical that at every service the technician doesn’t just service the stations. After all, we/you are the pest detective. The GreenLeaf trained technician inspects for burrows along sidewalks, landscaping beds, ponds, etc. As well as look for other pest threats like wasps, ants, etc.

Document findings and discuss next steps with the client.

Liked what you read? Be sure to like, share, follow. Stay tuned for my next food safety blog. Our goal is for you to make an educated and informed decision when partnering with a Commercial Pest Management Company. Have any questions, give us a call at (416) 998-9473 or book a phone consultation.

About the Author:

Daniel Mackie, the Quality Assurance Director at Greenleaf Pest Control, is a Toronto, Kitchener / Waterloo, Vaughan and GTA pest control expert. Daniel is well-known as an industry go-to guy, an innovator of safe, effective pest control solutions, and is a regular guest on HGTV. Mackie, along with business partner Sandy Costa, were the first pest control professionals in Canada to use detection dogs and thermal remediation to eradicate bed bugs. In his free time, he is an avid gardener and beekeeper.

[horsenews12]

Invoice To Prevent Mistreatment Of Tennessee Strolling Horses Passes

A good house to me means homeowners who correctly care for the horse whereas it’s theirs; then if or when they need to promote it, they take the time to search out it one other good residence. 

My Three Kids died Sunday, according to the racing board. She had one win in 14 career starts and earnings of $14,908. She finished second in her final race on Feb. 6 at Golden Gate. NIANTIC -- It is a horrible story of animal abuse, however now, there is hope for a gaggle of uncared for horses.

A North Dakota man accused of feeding moldy hay and denying water to numerous horses that wound up dead or sick has been charged with felony animal cruelty.

 Mercer County deputies found 15 lifeless horses and 11 lifeless foals and fetuses over the weekend on the property of Shanan Weigum, of Zap, They additionally discovered a donkey and 39 horses in poor condition, as well as four dead lambs. 

The Bismarck Tribune stories that two of the sick horses needed to be euthanized and two were transported for therapy of infections. Zap is positioned about 60 miles (ninety six.5 kilometers) northwest of Bismarck. 

CARLTON, Ore. — The proprietor of a horse farm southwest of Portland is dealing with a felony charge for animal neglect, after investigators discovered almost 50 horses there weren't being given sufficient food or water. 

CARLTON — The owner of a horse farm southwest of Portland is facing a felony cost for animal neglect, after investigators discovered nearly 50 horses there were not being given sufficient food or water.

This can also be true if you have calves in your possession too. Their stables must be cleaned twice day by day and should be strengthened enough to have the ability to cease the elements from posing a risk to your horses. Remember that a proper environment applies to both the indoors and outside.

In 2020, Stetson began 149 horses at Fon and completed fifth within the standings with 22 wins and a 15 p.c win rate. He then went west to claim leading coach honors at Arapahoe Park last summer with 22 wins from a hundred and fifty starts – he's consistent. 

Stetson trains to race; watch for his runners at the entry field and winners circle. Vaughan feels that almost all of her rescue horses originally got here from houses with a properly-meaning person who lacked the experience wanted to take on a horse, particularly one that turned out to have behavioral issues.

 Instead of taking the time, assets and energy needed to work by way of those problems, people gave up and returned the horse. I APPLAUD PROFESSIONAL trainers who often absorb abandoned, neglected and/or rescued horses to properly train and put together for a hopefully long-term and good house.

The group has repeatedly demonstrated the facility of partnering with horses—in non-driving interactions—to successfully obtain private progress and therapeutic.

 Horses stay in herds, which implies they can get anxious if they’re the one ones round. Older horses are particularly prone to this, and so they usually require a bit extra care than the youthful ones.

When she went to feed her horses the subsequent morning, she knew one thing was incorrect. They say SCRAPS simply showed up and took their animals. SCRAPS says they were investigating expenses of Animal Cruelty, Transporting or Confining Animals in an Unsafe Manner and operating an illegal commercial kennel. 

Hollingsworth’s lawyer Steve Greenberg objected to that request, saying he’d seen no evidence that his consumer presents any hazard to his animals. While he acknowledged Hollingsworth could have had a lapse in judgment in using NuNu onto the busy expressway, Greenberg said his client did not intend to seriously injure the horse. 

Weeks after he pleaded not responsible to a felony animal abuse charge, the person often known as the “Dreadhead Cowboy” has been ordered to have no contact with any of the horses he owns while his criminal case performs out.

The horse gained that race and another contest in February of final year in Florida after receiving adulterated and misbranded PEDs earlier than each races, according to the indictment. 

Cable news show Spectrum News 1 aired a characteristic on Cal Poly Pomona’s Horses for Heroes program on multiple newscasts on Feb. 12. Through this system, 10 scholar veterans had been matched with horses at the W.K. 

Kellogg Arabian Horse Center for the mutual advantage of the horses and the veterans. One recent morning, he drove down a dusty non-public drive lined with orange groves.

A few weeks earlier, a resident had called him on his cell phone to report a suspicious van there. The people inside appeared to be taking footage of horses. 

So far, that is the only case that the Animal Hospital has seen this year. If you could have any questions about this case or the plant itself, contact your native veterinarian. It is also crucial to contact your veterinarian should you suspect that your animal has consumed the plant. 

It is not only toxic to horses, but in addition to cows, sheep and goats. Project Horse is one of the solely equine therapy centers within the United States targeted exclusively on mental well being and wellness.

Posted on-line this month, the coverage replaces one that limited consumers to purchasing 4 wild horses every six months until granted particular permission. Senate and House leaders will now meet to type out the differences between the bills in what is known as a Conference Committee. 

We want the Senate to hold the line on each wild horses protections and horse slaughter. Senate handed a win to wild and home horses on Wednesday by approving a Fiscal Year 2019 “mini-bus” appropriations package deal that included protecting language for wild horses and burros as well as an anti-slaughter provision.

 Orlando and Willerslev's paper hints at the other kinds of discovery that these applied sciences can allow. X Y Jet received the celebrated Dubai Golden Shaheen at Meydan Racecourse in Dubai in March 2019, which paid $1.5 million to the winner, highlighting a career of 12 victories and more than $3 million in earnings  about horses .

Furthermore, you’ll wish to make sure to supply your horse with adequate blanketing and shelter. No matter in case your shelter is a run-in shed or a stable, having a spot for the horse to go is essential for proper care, as horses will need to get out of the wind and rain.

 Make certain you are always on the lookout for indicators of sicknesses similar to runny eyes and noses, coughing, or wheezing to maintain on high of your horse’s well-being. Visual checkups must be carried out every day, so you don’t miss something that’s preventable by mistake.

 The Southwest, the final of three stakes set for today, was originally scheduled for Feb. 15, along with the Grade III, $600,000 Razorback Handicap for horses 4 years old and up. Both had been twice postponed because of ice and record snowfall. Each joins the $200,000 Spring Fever Stakes for fillies and mares 4 years old and up as right now's feature races.

[scath001]

Writing Prompt 011

"Hello, pretty eyes here speak-"

Click.

"King. And there they go again," the villain exhaled, pouting. Flipping the cover back on to the screen of their phone as they complained about the hero’s behaviour. It had been weeks since that incident, the hero remained hidden, well they didn’t really but they had been avoiding the villain. The villain was amused at first. For the first few days, they ran around town freely as a civilian without having to worry about the hero tailing them. They even managed to take a short vacation, letting their henchmen visit their families as they flew overseas enjoying a change of scenery. But something felt out of place. They soon felt hollow, like a shell of their former self with the hero missing. They began to miss the thrill of being chased down, narrowly escaping the hero’s grasp. The frustration that came along with the hero when they had failed to capture them It was all... gone. 

But this, this would surely bring them back.

They grinned, a hint of childlike mischief sparkled in their pale sapphire eyes as they turned their attention back to the mayor. "Looks like [Hero] isn't going to be here any time soon Mr Mayor."

"How dare you. Just what do you think you are doing?"

The villain clapped, "How sweet of you Sir, I thought you'd never ask! Today..." They trailed off, blinking and staring blankly. "Why are we here again," pondered for a while, scratching their head, turning to their sidekick for a prompt. Their sidekick, well, equally as clueless stared back at the villain shrugging with the only information they received from the villain before; a field trip. After a good long minute, the villain snickered cheekily revealing that they had nothing planned. Raising up their hands as if to surrender, they slowly pulled out their only weapon, placing it gently on the table. Their sidekick standing by their side, at eased.

The mayor arched an eyebrow, frowning at the two, still harbouring some suspicion. He had every right to, he was facing the villain after all. He watched in agitation as the villain waltzed around his office, examining the interior. Their sidekick; tailing closely behind, much like a puppy. They seemed much too carefree and cheerful for the mayor to remain composed.

Without a moment's hesitation, he reached out for the gun, pointing it towards the villain.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that-"

"Shut up!" He ordered, pulling the trigger a second later.

Click.

He pulled it once more.

Click.

Puzzled, the man lowered his hand, examining the gun. He opened it up, only to realise that it was empty. Frustrated, the mayor threw the gun aside, their head in their hands. "What do you want?"

The villain chuckled but soon sighed as they thought about the real reason for their presence. Of course they had lied before, that is, about having nothing planned. True that they had no intention of hurting anyone today. It wasn't worth it. Or at least they felt it wasn't worth for anyone else to get themselves in the mess that they were about to raise.

The villain returned sitting themselves down on the wooden table beside the mayor. Crossing their legs, they reached into their pockets fishing out another phone.

The phone, new and shiny. It was coated in a lovely shade of metallic ruby. It's cover, pinkish, littered with gold paint at its borders. It smelt of strong perfume. A scent popular with women. In fact the aroma of a special concoction consisting of various flowers; a signature fragrance from a branded company. The perfume; targeted at female consumers. This phone definitely did not belong to the villain. 

The mayor's eyes widened, instantly recognising the device. He launched forward instinctively, reaching out to grab hold of that phone. The villain smirked, hopping off the table, leaving the phone out of reach for the mayor. They taunted him, putting him back in his place as their faithful sidekick calmly placed a gun against the mayor's temple. The villain gleefully got up on the table, squatting as they swiped across the screen unlocking the phone.

In a kind and gentle voice, they looked down on the mayor, "Enough about me, let's talk about you; Mr Adulterer." Their grin growing wider as they flashed the screen in the mayor’s face. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," the mayor hissed, momentarily avoiding the villain's eyes.

The villain hummed in response, taking a good look at the phone, scrolling through its contents; specifically the gallery. They weren't exactly paying attention to the man before them; they didn't have to. He was powerless now, but more importantly, they had the hard evidence in their hands. They predicted that ignoring the mayor would eventually bring out their true character.

The villain was right. With a little pressure and a loaded gun, the mayor was at their feet pleading and begging. From negotiations to just being broken at the villain's mercy.

The villain simply thanked him, holding up a recorder. With a light push, they swiftly stood up, towering over the cowering figure beneath them. They tilted back stretching out their arms, keeping the recorder back into their pocket, returning to an upright position. Waving their hand, the gun gradually lowered, their sidekick returning to the villain's side as they always did. They headed out first, their mentor right behind them.

"Please," the mayor implored, "anything you want. Th- the city, fortune, f-fame- Freedom! Please ju- just keep this away from my wife."

The villain stopped in their tracks, tempted by the offering. Their sidekick tilted their head, waiting for their mentor. Shaking their head slightly, the villain gestured for their sidekick to move along as they let a long sigh. Turning back, the villain pulled a pitiful gaze and a slight pout. "What a shame," they muttered, musing over the situation. "Your wife... Well, she's the one who hired me."

With that, they took a last look at the kneeling man staring dully at the ground, a smile struck across the villain's face again. Their eyes simply beaming with innocent joy. They chuckled, saying their goodbyes. It was a job well done.

A continuation of this, @captainsteveamericarogers2. Hope you like it. :)

[serpentlopez]

I’m Not Okay (I Promise)

Who: Eliana & Kitty ( @northsidekitty w. mentions of @serpentchar and @southsidepey )

What: Eli and Charlie ( @serpentchar ) blackmailed Pastor Wilde and is now going to get paid. E doesn’t expect who is paying her.

When: Nov 5, Evening

Where: At Assembly of God church

Notes: There’s a HC para where E seduces the Pastor and Charlie films it but this happened back before the masquerade party

ELIANA

As she had been most of the week, Eli was laying in bed when her phone went off. Assuming it was Charlie again, or Ale, she looked at the message without moving until she saw who it was from. Pastor Wilde. It simply had a time and a location - how mysterious - but she knew exactly what it was. Almost two weeks ago, Eli had crossed a line. She'd gotten high, went to the church, and after a little flirting and a few touches, she'd climbed onto his lap. Even if he'd intended to resist her, once she was on top of him, rolling her hips against his waist, he gave in. All those shiny words about being a good person and he was just as low as any of the scum she'd been with. Charlie had been there, as planned, recording everything.

It was a terrible thing to do to someone. No matter how fucked up she was, Eli knew that. But they had made this plan to save Peyton's shop and get her out of her father's reaches so it was worth it. When he finished, grubby hands all over her, Eli had made her attack, tugging her dress back in place and telling him all about the video. She would keep it quiet, of course, for a price and that price was steep. A giant payout of one hundred thousand. It was enough to pay off Peyton's shop and have a little more left over. 

 Now it looked like it was time to pay up. Climbing out of bed, Eli took a shower, had a quick line for dinner to steady her, and then got dressed. She didn't have long to be there.

KITTY

Kitty wasn't supposed to know. Nobody was supposed to know. Pastor Wilde had been a faithful husband all his life. It was his only redeeming quality at this point. He had lied, deceived, stolen. And now, he broke the most sacred vow he ever made. That's what went through Kitty's mind as she heard him speak on the phone. She wasn't sure who he was speaking with, but she heard him admit to every single filthy thing he had done with--God, she couldn't even say the name anymore. And then she heard it. The bribery request. The money that...bitch had requested to keep her darn mouth shut. A blinding rage bubbled up inside Kitty. Not just against the other woman but against her father as well. 

She knew plenty of the dirty things he'd done in the past, but this was too much, even for her. The second his phone call ended, Kitty opened the door, revealing herself to him before she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Her mother didn't need to hear what she had just heard. She had a few choice words to say to her father; she had to make sure he felt ashamed of what he had done. And once she knew he comprehended how that single moment of pleasure could very well ruin their family name and their reputation, Kitty's mind took a sidestep and took on a new resolve. 

 When the day came for the money exchange, Kitty waited until everyone was asleep, making sure her mother didn't see her leave the house with the bag of money her father had given her just hours before. She felt disgusting just holding the bag, knowing what it was paying for. With the key in her hand, she opened the side door to the church, the one she knew the other woman would use to get in as well. But instead of waiting at the altar like she was supposed to, Kitty set the bag on one of the front pews before moving to take a seat in one of the pews near the main door, hidden away from view in the shadows of the early morning, waiting for the big moment to come.

ELIANA

The deal was simple. She gets the money, he gets the tape, they don't have to talk about this ever again. It wouldn't be too big of a loss. Eliana hardly went to church as it was. In fact, the only thing she visited was when she was seeing Kitty. The woman who was so steadfast about her morals but said 'oh my God' so many more times in bed than she need in church. Eli would get the money, go back home, text Charlie to pick it up so they could give it to Peyton, and then she'd go back to bed. She parked outside of the church, not caring - maybe a little recklessly - about who saw her bike there. Walking around the building, she shoved her key into her leather jacket and steeled herself to see Pastor Wilde. 

She was sure he would try and talk her out of doing this but she didn't care to be convinced. Not only did Peyton need the money but if the Pastor was dick enough to cheat on his wife and fuck Eli when she showed off a little thigh, then he deserved to be swindled. Walking inside the church, Eli looked by the light of the prayer candles, most of the room shrouded in darkness. Then she found the bag on one of the pews and she walked over to it, yanking it open so she could start to count through the money and make sure it was all there. Though she was surprised the Pastor wasn't here to collect the tape..

KITTY

Just as expected, not long after Kitty entered the church, someone else followed. It didn't take much for her to recognize who it was. Not because she knew who to expect, but because she'd recognize the woman anywhere. She watched quietly as Eliana walked in and looked around, and when her eyes locked on the bag, Kitty quietly stood up, making sure she wasn't seen. She waited until the woman opened the bag before she walked, high heels clicking against the floor. Her hands were tightly wound in her font, as if she tried to hold herself together. Which in a way, she was. It took every ounce of will power for her to keep her composure as she walked, but as soon as her figure reached the light, there was a smile on her face. Once that was void of anything nice. "I see you found your payment. Go ahead. Make sure it's all there."

ELIANA

Eliana had counted the number of hundreds in each stack, and then started going through each one of the stacks. She was only about halfway through when she heard movement and the sound of heels clicking on the floor. It surprised her enough that she jumped back from the bag, shocking herself because Eli was rarely caught off guard. But she hadn't been in her right head space lately. Taking one step back, Eli watched as the female figure came into voice but as soon as she spoke, she wouldn't have needed to see her face. "Kitty." Eli had never expected to see the petite blonde there. Pastor Wilde wouldn't have told her what happened, would he? Her eyes narrowed, trying to help everything make sense but the pieces weren't fitting. Pastor Wilde was supposed to want to keep his indiscretion a secret. That was the whole point of the money. She looked down at the bag of cash and then back up at Kitty. "What.. What are you doing here?"

KITTY

The woman looked like a mess. Whatever she was on--because clearly she had to be on something to fall off the rails in the way she was--was not benefiting her in the least. Maybe that's what lead her to do what she did. Maybe that's what she needed the money for. But either way, she had no business messing with Kitty's family like that. "Surprise..." Her jaw clenched, fingernails digging into smooth skin. Keeping calm was proving to be much more difficult than expected. "Me? I'm delivering a bag of money to a blackmailer." Kitty stopped next to the bag, head tilting slightly as she watched Eliana's uneasiness. The smile on her lips was cold, clearly forced, more of a sneer than an actual smile. "Tell me something. Are you as stupid as you look? Or did you honestly think you'd get away with it and no one would ever know?"

ELIANA

Eliana had known Kitty practically since she'd arrived in Riverdale. The woman didn't have any money or any place to stay, just trying to get away from her home life. She'd met her at the homeless shelter. Knowing someone that long meant that you recognized those awful looks when they settled on a familiar face. She knew the look on Kitty's face but she hadn't even seen it there. At least not directed at her. When she said blackmailer, Eli had everything she needed to know that Kitty was aware of the situation. Her jaw clenched however when the woman asked her questions that seemed more rhetorical than real. "I never made him do anything," she clarified. "I didn't force your father to fuck me. I'm just benefiting from his hypocrisy." It might not have been the right thing to say but she wasn't going to be shamed for it. Even though in the pit of her gut, she felt nothing but shame.

KITTY

Looking at the other woman now reminded Kitty of when they first met. The void in her eyes, the shakiness of her hands. Was Kitty fooling herself when she believed she had saved Eliana from a worse life? Most likely yes. Because despite everything she did, Eliana still betrayed her in the worse way possible. Very much in the same way a dog that bites the hand that feeds it. Kitty tried to keep calm. She really did. She couldn't say she didn't try. But the second words started pouring out of Eliana's mouth, Kitty lost all sense of cool. Her hand shot out, landing right across the other woman's face hard. Kitty didn't even realize she had done it until she heard the loud smack echo across the church. She took a deep sigh, regaining her composure after a momentary slip, lips pressed tightly together. 

"My father may be a lot of things. Adulterer is not one of them. But I suppose I can understand how easy it is to fall prey at the hands of a filthy whore." Calmly, Kitty reached into the bag, picking up one of many stacks of money her father had gathered for this moment. "A hundred grand. It's quite a lot of money. I never took you for a high end prostitute. I mean, you don't even look the part anymore." Her eyes drifted from the money toward Eliana, eyebrow raised. Her words were laced with sheer disdain, but she needed to get them out before she exploded. "We haven't known each other for long, not outside the bedroom at least, so you're not aware. But allow me to enlighten you. You see, I have a certain...reputation on the Northside. Yes, I am the Pastor's daughter. But those who know me well, also know exactly what I'm capable of when rubbed the wrong way. You came in here thinking you could mess with my family, take money from me, and walk away with your head held high. I'm sorry to disappoint, but that's not how this works."

ELIANA

Eli put her hands on her hips and she was ready to tell Kitty more, tell her that it wasn't important because people were awful most of the time. Her father was no exception. She wasn't surprised that Kitty was upset but the slap certainly was. Her head snapped to the side and she was knocked off balance, almost stumbling off of her feet. The side of her face stung - she hadn't known Kitty could hit that had. She touched the side of her face, feeling for a cut or blood but she didn't find any. At least not yet. 

 Looking up at Kitty, Eli was about to snap back but stopped when she was called a whore - the one thing she knew she technically was but didn't want to admit. Her jaw clenched and she had a choice. She could either walk out of there without anything, or take what she had come here for. Straightening her back, Eli narrowed her eyes. "That's the deal, Kitty. I get the money, you get the tape. You think it'll ruin me if this gets out there?" Her nose wrinkled and she pointed over to the alter. "We were right over there, and trust me, the view of his face is impeccable."

KITTY

Kitty only hesitated for a moment. She didn't mean to hurt Eliana, so seeing her off balance like that nearly threw her off as well. But she quickly remembered why they were in this position in the first place and all regret quickly vanished. Eliana was just as quick to recover and the harsh look in her eyes only fueled Kitty's anger. "You think you'd live if that tape got out? You honestly thing your filthy body wouldn't be found lying in a ditch shortly after?" There was a fire in Kitty's eyes that was rarely there, one that she only allowed out when a situation was too out of her control. She was against violence for the most part. But some people only responded to it and Kitty would gladly oblige. "You want your money? Here's your money." 

As Kitty spoke, her fingertips easily ripped the bind around the stack of money she was holding, loosening up the bills in her palm enough that when she threw them at the other woman, bills flew around her, spreading in the air as if it were rain. "Take it. Take all of it." Long gone was the calm and collected Kitty. In its place, there was a ball of pure anger and hate and frustration. She was screaming each word. All the times she had to swallow her pride and keep her mouth shut came exploding out of her. She reached into the bag, picking up each stack to throw at Eliana. Each this time, she would rip the paper bind. One after another, bills flew out and around them. She knew they wouldn't hurt her but Kitty didn't care.

ELIANA

Eli's eyes narrowed at Kitty. What in the hell was she trying to insinuate? She'd already had a big enough threat to worry about when it came to Derek, but if she was trying to say that she had someone else to fear.. "Who the hell do you think you ar--" Before she could finish her question, or any of the other things she wanted to say, Eli was hit square in the stomach with a bundle of cash that immediately went flying around the room. Her eyes widened but had no time to react before another bushel was throw at her. And another. 

Eli took a step back with every hit until she stepped on one of the fallen bills and slipped onto the ground. She threw her arm up to block her face as the money kept flying at her until it was all in a mess, bills floating to the ground around her. Her heart was pounding and holy fuck, she hadn't gotten high enough to handle this. Looking up at Kitty in that moment, the candlelight illuminating the hateful expression on her face, Eliana lost all words. Part of her wanted to fight. She had more street smarts than anything and she could know the fuck out of the tiny woman. The other part of her wanted to apologize. But in the end, she did neither, simply staring in shock from her spot on the ground.

KITTY

Something in Kitty's mind clicked and all of a sudden, she couldn't stop. She was breathing heavily, hair a mess but she kept throwing the money, until there was none left in the bag and she simply tossed it to the ground next to where Eliana had fallen. She hadn't even stopped to check if the other girl was hurt. Because she honestly couldn't bring herself to care anymore. She was about ready to get the hell out of there. She had nothing else to say, she was pretty sure she had made her point. But first, she had something to find. 

She leaned down, reaching for Eliana's pockets in search of the flashdrive. If Eliana so much as dared to push her hands away, Kitty would not be held responsible for what she might do. Once she found it, she stood back up, using her free hand to brush the hair away from her face, the cold smile slowly returning to her face. "I believe this belongs to me now. I paid good money for it. Now, be a good little whore and clean up after yourself. You have three minutes or I'm locking you in." 

Kitty stepped over the pile on the floor, smoothing down the front of her dress as she walked toward the altar, bringing her hand to her heart as if to plea for forgiveness for what she had just done. But there was no going back now.

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Heroes (Stefan Butler x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: Alrighty...here it is...the long awaited Stefan x Reader fic...the last imagine of the weekend! I LOVE DAVID BOWIE SO AN ANON REQUESTED THIS AND I ACTUALLY SCREAMED NGL. Also, I just wanted to thank everyone for the love so far. I’ve written fanfics before, but never like this. I don’t feel forced to put out things…and I feel much better getting requests as opposed to having to think of everything on my own. Tumblr has a much different vibe than fanfic.net and wattpad, and I love it sooooo much. Stefan x Reader was heavily requested so I figured I needed to feed da people. While I’m super into writing for Bandersnatch, and love writing for Bandersnatch the most, my next two fics will most likely be two anon requests: one  about Donnie Darko, and another about Alex Turner. (DON’T WORRY MY FELLOW BANDERSNATCH LOVERS, I’LL WRITE HEAD CANONS TO KEEP YOU ALIVE…and i have an idea for my first multi-part Bandersnatch fic sooo…get ready for a “BIZARRE LOVE TRIANGE”….) For now…enjoy this Stefan x Reader imagine, guys…

Summary: Your an art student, and you have chosen to paint a portrait of Bowie for your final project. However, things go horribly wrong…that is until Stefan is there to help :)

Warnings: Panic attacks, minimal to medium angst, lots of language, fluff!

Word Count: 1,688 

Your brush dances ever so carefully across the bright, white canvas. David Bowie’s “Heroes” blasts throughout your flat. 

Outside your window, the rest of South London decided it was time to turn in for the night. You imagine small children crawling into bed, begging their mothers or fathers for one more story…just one more. 

But not you, you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. Your eyes struggled to stay open as you began to add more shading to your portrait of David Bowie.

You fell in love with Bowie’s music and his entirely fantastical persona at a young age. Maybe it was his voice, or his lyrics, or perhaps his message of artistic integrity and being yourself regardless of what others say that made you so obsessed with the Starman. 

Regardless of what exactly made you love Bowie, he was the reason you had the confidence to make your move to the UK. He was the reason you decided to apply to art school in the first place. 

So, when your professor announced that your final project of the year would be a portrait of someone that has impacted your life greatly, Bowie instantly came to mind. 

Without Bowie, where the hell would you be? You most likely would be back in the States, going to a university you had no interest in, pursuing a major you hated, in a relationship with a boy you could never love as much as you love…him. 

Oh yes, him. Stefan Butler. Without Bowie, you couldn’t have ever met Stefan. He was your Moonage Daydream, your Modern Love, he was yours. He was so kind and soft and caring. 

When Stefan needs you, you’re there in an instant. He needs you quite often, to be completely honest, but you never mind. You understand that his past traumas plague him, and you want to help him more than anything else in the world. And, naturally, without Bowie, you would never be able to do so. You owed so much to that magnificently talented man. 

And yet this painting of him was slowly becoming a pain in the ass. 

I need to get this done, You remind yourself. Tomorrow is just hours away. 

Unfortunately, you feel as though your hours of painting have led to absolutely nothing. You step back from the painting in an attempt to see it better. However, the more you step back, the more wrong things seem to be. 

“This…this just isn’t right,” you mutter under you breath. A feeling of distress creeps under your skin and eventually pushes itself into every part of your body. You reach for the grey paint, and apply it forcefully to where you think you need it. 

You don’t realize it isn’t actually grey paint until you remove the brush from the canvas. 

“What the fuck?” Now you’re fuming with anger. “This can’t be happening…no no no no no!” You fall to the ground sobbing, your head smashing into your hands. 

A large, vibrant, pink slash of paint displays itself in the middle of your grey, “Heroes” album cover painting. 

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go, and you know that. You simply sob on the floor of your flat, as the creativity you had earlier in the day leaves, and replaces itself with total and utter sadness and disappointment. 

Then, for some reason, you decide to look over to the alarm clock next to your brass, queen bed.

2:00 am

“Oh no, god no!” You shout, expecting your neighbors to be at your door any second now to complain about all the noise. 

Your throat quickly begins to close up, and your heart beats out of your chest. You haven’t had a panic attack since you left the States, but the feeling was familiar nonetheless. You try to scream, but you just can’t. 

A million thoughts race around your mind at once. Every bad experience, relationship, argument, and situation you’ve ever gone been in or gone through resurface in your mind. You simply don’t know how much you can endure before you fall apart, or worse…

“No, no I can’t think like that, I just can’t,” you whisper to yourself.

Before your old, depressive thoughts begin to come back to haunt you, you reach for your phone, and dial the number you know will fix everything.

“(Y/N)? It’s two in the morning, is everything all right?” Stefan’s voice is hurried and panicked. He knows something is wrong. 

“I fucked up, Stefan, so terribly terribly bad,” You’re voice is unsteady and hoarse. You struggle to get your words out as you sob to Stefan.

“(Y/N) tell me what happened.” Stefan was beyond worried now. 

“It-it’s my p-painting. I-,” you take a deep breath before continuing, “I n-need you, n-now.” You sniffle audibly. 

“H-hold tight, k-keep breathing. I’m on m-my way.” Stefan hangs up. You try to do as he says, but it’s no use. You feel your depressive, almost suicidal thoughts begin to push through the barriers you worked so hard to put up. 

No, stopping thinking like that! You think to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut in attempt to free yourself from your intrusive thoughts. You throw your head back into your hands. 

Less than five minutes pass by, when a soft knock echoes through your studio flat. 

“C-come i-in,” you croak. Stefan slowly pushes the door open. His fluffy brown hair is a mess, and his dark circles highlight the emerald-ness of his wide, puppy dog eyes. He’s wearing black shorts and a baggy black sweatshirt. His long, bright yellow socks pop out against his black converse. 

You obviously woke him up, and now you felt like you were being a bothersome girlfriend. You are the one who is supposed to help him. It isn’t supposed to be the other way around. Guilt begins to fill your stomach. 

“(Y/N), m-my god,” he paused, looking at your beet red face and puffy eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks. He rushes over to you, and holds you tightly in his arms. “I’m here now, let it out, it-it’s okay.” 

You sob violently into his chest. You don’t know what else to do. In fact, you realize there is literally nothing else you can do. 

You separate from him for a moment, and nod towards your now adulterated painting. 

“L-look at it. I’m going to fail, Stefan. It’s due tomorrow. It’s worth 70% of my final grade and I’m going to fail,” You say in a soft, factual whisper. He shakes his head. 

“I see nothing but amazing artwork, (Y/N),” Stefan replies. You grow angry again. 

He’s just lying to you, you think to yourself. It’s absolute shit! Anyone could see that. Yell at him, scream!

“Bullshit!” You cry out in a rage, scooting away from him and getting up. You want to punch something, a wall maybe. 

“(Y/N), s-stop,” Stefan pleads softly, getting up from the floor as well. You ignore him, and start to pace the floor. You can’t stand yourself now. Your hands begin to shake. You wish everything would just disappear. 

“Fucking hell I hate thi-,”

“I said STOP!” Stefan screams this time, cutting you off. Stefan was usually so soft, so timid. In this moment, he was the opposite. 

You stare at him with wide eyes. He nervously reaches up to pull on his ear lobe. His emerald eyes become glossy. 

“I-I’m sorry I-I didn’t m-mean t-to-,” Stefan starts to apologize, but you quickly cut him off. 

“No, n-no I am. You were just trying to help and I screamed at you. I’m just so sor-,” the second half of your “sorry” is muffled into Stefan’s chest as he rushes towards you and captures you in his arms.

He smells like peppermint and roses. His scent relaxes you and you practically fall limp in his embrace. He kisses your forehead lightly, and rubs your back gently. You stay that way for what feels like hours, even though it was most likely only a few minutes. 

“We can figure this out, things are going to be fine, I’m going to help you,” Stefan coos in your ear. You melt to the sound his voice. 

Feeling much more calm now, you and Stefan separate. Stefan makes his way over to the painting staring at it for a few seconds. 

“Aladdin Sane,” is all that comes out of Stefan’s mouth. 

“Hmm? What about it?” You weren’t sure what he meant. 

“The pink streak it reminds me of ‘Aladdin Sane' record cover,” Stefan states rather factually. 

Then, it hits you. 

“Stefan, you’re a genius! An absolute genius!” You scream, but happily this time. You run over to him, cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a kiss.

“I should be a genius more often then,” Stefan says smiling widely, blushing intensely. 

Stefan stays with you as you continue your painting, watching you, making sure you don’t overwork yourself. He checks in with you every now and again to see if everything is okay. Of course, now that he was with you, everything was completely fine. Your confidence and inspiration was back. 

Around four in the morning, the painting is finally complete. You step back and smile as Stefan joins you by your side. He wraps his arm around your shoulder. 

“Its absolutely, stunning, (Y/N),” Stefan says, his eyes twinkling even in the low, poor lighting of your flat. 

The painting was a fuse of the “Aladdin Sane” and “Heroes” album covers. You felt fulfilled and happy with your work, and it was all thanks to Stefan, your hero. 

“I love you so much,” Stefan says, pulling you closer to him. 

“I love you more,” You say in return. 

Stefan simply shakes his head.

“Impossible. It would be impossible even in an alternate timeline, in-, in an alternate universe, (Y/N). That is infinitely and eternally impossible.”

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Cool vibes prevail in Jamie Lloyd’s production of the Harold Pinter adultery tale Betrayal. The actors are beautiful: hunky Tom Hiddleston, long-limbed Zawe Ashton, bushbaby-eyed Charlie Cox. The set is minimalist. From time to time there is seductive jazz music, the soundtrack given electronic blips to make it edgier (unless they were simply a technical glitch).

So is all this gorgeousness and fashion hype matched by intellectual and emotional force? At the end of the show, audience members hurried out to make it to the stage door for selfies with the superstar Hiddleston and his colleagues. That may have been a measure of celebrity-worship madness rather than any gauge of the evening’s true dramatic value.

Pinter, himself a vigorous adulterer, was certainly on home ground with this 1978 play. “Oldest friends” Robert and Jerry work in publishing in London. Jerry was best man when Robert married Emma. Jerry has betrayed that friendship by having a long, apparently undiscovered romance with Emma. The story opens two years after the end of their affair. Emma (here in flared jeans, perched on a chair to accentuate slender ankles and bare feet) tells Jerry that Robert now knows they cheated on him. Jerry is aghast. How could she have betrayed their philandering betrayals?

The play has reverse chronology, slowly working its way back to Emma and Jerry’s first drunken flirtations nine years earlier. That timeline was an innovative touch and is one of the few things I remember from Peter Hall’s first production of Betrayal at the National in 1978. Maybe adultery went over my teenage head, or maybe Pinter, ultimately, so dodges stark condemnation of adultery that the play can seem bland. Not that Lloyd’s production here is anything but watchable. It is spare, chic, sexy, and it marks the end of the Jamie Lloyd Company’s Pinter season with aplomb.

The stage is mostly empty but for a couple of chairs; the set’s pale pink walls have a subtle marble effect. There is judicious use of a revolve and clever lighting that throws the actors’ shadows onto the back wall. The shadows are so clear that, when they’re in silhouette, you almost feel you can see both sides of an actor’s face.

The three players are excellent so far as the direction asks them to go. Jerry, Emma and Robert are presented as suave 21st- century metropolitans, even if the script occasionally has them talking in 1970s ways. Bluff, shameless Jerry (Cox) recalls slipping off to a pub’s phone box to call Emma (Ashton). If you wanted to bed your best friend’s wife in the 1970s, you needed a handful of 2p coins for those romantic calls. When Emma goes on holiday to Italy, Jerry writes her a love letter and sends it poste restante to an American Express office in Venice.

Such 1970s details are rather charming. Robert and Jerry have regular boozy lunches at an Italian bistro. How one mourns such congenial practices — waiter, another bottle of house white before we go back to work! — in the publishing world. Some of the dialogue feels chauvinist by today’s measures. Jerry’s chat-up lines are terribly cheesy and strikingly direct. You wonder if that was how Harold impressed Joan Bakewell.

Robert and Emma have their marital crisis while on their Venetian holiday and this produces the evening’s best moment. Hiddleston summons real tears to his eyes, even while keeping Robert’s emotional display to a minimum. Ashton’s admission of her affair with Jerry is done with a memorable, husky, throwaway “We’re lovers”, just after she has given Robert’s face a brief, tender stroke.

While one can admire the production’s urbanity and its visual sleekness, the lack of anger, particularly with its non-event of an ending, left me unsatisfied. Zoned-out lack of passion may be how chichi Londoners suppose they should cope with infidelity, but it feels more like a design choice than a truthful account of what happens when a marriage disintegrates. The destructive stupidity of most illicit affairs is understated. Pinter, with his own record on infidelity, possibly wanted it kept that way.

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What affect can adultery have on a divorce in Texas?

On the off chance that you have require a best reasonable Texas Divorce Law encounter, What affect can adultery have on a divorce in Texas? with the immense procedure!

Family Law Attorneys Houston: While I don’t have any statistics on the subject to provide you all with, my gut feeling is that infidelity among spouses is more prevalent today than even ten years ago. Maybe this is a result of people losing touch with religion (a trend that can be backed by studies and statistics) and becoming more comfortable with rationalizing their decisions.

It could be that due to technology, cheating on your spouse is just simply easier than it has been in prior years so that along has led to an increase in marriages failing because of infidelity.

I didn’t go down this line of thought to be judgmental or to use this blog post as a means to preach a “holier than thou” message. My thought in writing about this subject is purely that infidelity as the cause of the breakup of a marriage is highly relevant and something that many potential clients and clients of the Law Office of Bryan Fagan, PLLC will ask questions on.

If you’re like most people, then what you want to know if what sort of impact can infidelity have on your divorce case? This blog post will discuss considerations to make in your own life if infidelity has led to a decision to file for divorce from your spouse.

Adultery as a “fault” grounds for divorce

Texas, along with many other states, allows you to file for and be granted a divorce from your spouse for no reason at all. Known as a “no fault” divorce, it is the most common reason listed for the divorce in any set of final orders. My favorite thing to tell potential clients in consultations is that you can get a divorce for a reason as silly as not liking the way that your spouse chews their dinner.

On the other end of the spectrum, however, are what are referred to as fault grounds of which infidelity/adultery is one. Adultery does not mean simply having impure thoughts or flirtatious activity with an adult other than your spouse, however. Adultery as it is applied in divorce cases means that your spouse and another person engaged in sexual activity together while your spouse and you were still married.

If you suspect that your spouse has been unfaithful to you it would follow that you would do whatever you could to determine if your suspicions are correct. As it turns out, a little digging is essentially to proving your adultery allegation to a judge.

Proving adultery in a court of law

Houston Family Law Lawyers: A judge will require a clear indication that there has been unfaithful behavior on the part of your spouse in order to sustain an allegation of adultery. This means that you can present direct evidence (photographs) of an adulterous affair or circumstantial evidence (indirect evidence like suspicious credit card charges or emails) to prove the affair had occurred.

Going into a court room with a gut feeling that your spouse is having an affair will likely end with your adultery grounds being tossed out. With this in mind, hiring a lawyer and telling him or her that your spouse is being unfaithful is not going to be enough. You have to turn into a detective of sorts in order to uncover evidence and provide it to your attorney.

How to collect evidence of adultery

The early bird gets the worm as the old saying goes. This is applicable to our discussion of collecting evidence to use against an unfaithful spouse in court as well. Without breaking the law (as in, hacking into an email account) it is wise to begin to collect text messages, phone records or bank statements that may be able to assist you in showing a judge that your spouse has committed adultery which contributed in a meaningful way to the demise your marriage.

Social media, including Facebook, Instagram and Twitter, are all resources that you can utilize to keep tabs on your spouse and possibly uncover any behavior that may be worth presenting to the court in your divorce. It is critical to get to this information as quickly as possible due to the possibility that your spouse may delete any questionable posts or completely eliminate their profiles altogether.

Adultery as grounds for your divorce may lead to changes in how property is distributed

Family Law Lawyer Houston: Perhaps the most important reason for proving a fault ground for your divorce is that if you are able to convince a judge that your spouse’s infidelity was the grounds on which your divorce should be based is that you can win a disproportionate share of the martial property up for grabs in your divorce. Disproportionate for our purposes means that you may be awarded more than a “just and right” (50% in most cases) share of the marital property.

However, simply showing that your spouse committed adultery is not enough in and of itself. Rather, you must show that you suffered from a loss of some benefit that a continuation of the marriage would have conferred on you. A disproportionate award of the martial estate in your favor is not intended as a punishment towards your spouse. If the infidelity occurred and you can’t prove any other loss that you suffered because of it there is not going to be a dramatic change in the award of property in your divorce.

The bottom line is that you must show how your spouse’s actions destroyed the marriage and how that has affected you. An example would be to show the judge that your spouse spent money on gifts, food, transportation or other items in furthering his or her extramarital affair. This places an even heavier burden on you to collect evidence while you are still able to in order to move forward with your case.

Questions on divorce and adultery in Texas? Contact the Law Office of Bryan Fagan, PLLC today

Kingwood Divorce Attorney: If you find yourself with additional questions after having read this blog post please do not hesitate to contact the Law Office of Bryan Fagan, PLLC today. Our licensed family lawattorneys are available to meet with you six days a week for a free of charge consultation. We represent clients across southeast Texas and would be happy to share with you the services our office can provide you with ... Continue Reading

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Food Blockchain Technology in Hotels

1.      Objective

2.      Introduction

3.      Role of Block Chain Technology in Food Industry

4.      Block Chain Building

5.      Bar Code and its advantages

6.      Customer Protection

7.      Adoption of Food Block Chain

8.      I.B.M initiative in adopting Block Chain

9.      Tracing contaminated Food products via Food blockchain

10.  Transparency and Trust generation through Food blockchain

11.  Conclusion

Objective

Here we are going to learn about concept of Food blockchain, its significant role in food safety and various advantages it will provide to cultivators, processors, marketers and consumers.

Introduction

Food traceability has been at the center of recent food safety discussions, particularly with new advancements in blockchain applications. The structure of blockchain ensures that each player along the food value chain would generate and securely share data points to create an accountable and traceable system.

Role of Blockchain Technology In Food Industry

Data can be stored in real time across scalable group of individuals & Institutions. Blockchain Technology is increasing and building trust, traceability and sincerity in Food Safety. It is possible to improve the way food is packed, transported and sold to customers. Blockchain helps to digitally track food products from farm to retails store and ultimately to the customer. All over world organisations are adopting Blockchain technology to support new business model and improve the existing one.

Block Chain Building

A transaction is always stamped and becomes part of long chain or permanent record. This particular entry cannot be tempered with. Every transaction is put into a block. Each block is connected to the one before and after it. Transactions are blocked together. Each block is added to the next in irreversible chain.

Bar Code and its advantages

Bar code is a code generated in encrypted format. It is printed and Labels sticked over the product. Depicting Bar code helps to make information available about the product life cycle. The said technology also helps in reducing transportation and warehouse storage time, cuts down logistic cost thus helping in better management of product shelf life.

Blockchain adds thick layer of security and helps in traceability. At the same time it helps customers in eating safe food. Blockchain is advantageous in food safety technology as it lays down set of rules that all participants must follow. It inducts major trust and compliance. It offers advantage to every stakeholder within the food supply chain viz producer, retailer and ultimately the consumer. In case there is any attempt to alter a food recipe item anywhere within production or supply chain, block chain technology will identify it immediately and notify the production before it reaches on a table or shelve. This eliminates the practice of batch recalls which is extremely costly for producer.

Customer Protection

As far as customer is concerned, it takes care that they eat right, it ensures that a food item is exactly like what is described over its level and food is prepared according to authentic recipes entered in the software. Correct information needs to be communicated to the customer using potential of a block chain. At the point of sale, customer can simply scan QR code on a food product using smart phone and get to see journey route of that food product from farm to the plate.

Block Chain records and assigns a digital certificate for each interaction with Food item. It reduces Food adulteration risk.

Adoption of Food Blockchain

Food organisations willing to adopt Food Blockchain will develop brand loyalty quite fast. Success in Today’s food market will depend upon the food safety governed by adoption of Blockchain Technology. Blockchain is potential game changer and pioneer in innovation. Although Blockchain technology in its earlier stage, it offers chances of disruption on a large scale across multiple sectors viz agriculture, retail and ingredients business at large.It is inspiring change and innovation in global Food pattern.

Cutting edge companies looking to get ahead of the curve are forming partnerships in this burgeoning technology invented a decade ago. Food ingredient companies are examining how it is being used and the potential scope for the future.

I.B.M Initiative in adopting Blockchain

A solution to Food Safety problem is being continuously explored by Giants like Walmart, Nestle, Unilever and Dole .It is hoped that the high tech tool can be used to address traceability issues and tackle Food safety problem. All these members have joined hands together alongside the like of Driskill’s, Golden State Foods Melane, Tyson foods Kroger, Mc Cormickto form a consortium that corroborated with IBM last year.

The objective is to further strengthen customer confidence in the global food safety system.

I.B.M Walmart and Nasdaq listed Chinese retailer JD.com together with Tsinghua University National Engineering Laboratory for E-Commerce technology agreed for to form a Block chain Food Safety alliance collaboration to improve Food tracking and safety to support OFF line and ON line customers.

It is firm belief by IBM consortium that blockchain is ideally suited to help address these challenges. It is able to establish a trusted environment for all transactions. In the case of the global food supply chain all participants, growers, suppliers, processors, distributors, retailers regulators and consumers can gain permission access to known and trusted information regarding the origin and state of food for their transactions. For example in case Frozen Fish the customer can always have an access to detailed information over the its trajectory including the name of lake where it was fished.

Tracing contaminated Food products via Food blockchain

This can enable food providers and other member of ecosystem to use a blockchain network to trace contaminated product to its source in a short time ensuring safe removal from store shelves and stem the spread of illnesses.

Transparency and Trust generation through Food blockchain

Like minded organisations can develop better degree of mutual trust with the help of Blockchain encouraging them for collaborating in a number of joint ventures for creating a new sustainable product line. New height of transparency minimises scope for fraud chances in Food Supply Chain.

Cent percent assurance regarding authenticity of product can be given to customers by Food and Beverage Companies as their supply chains can be made accessible to the public making it transparent to understand the desired information.

Food items like, Edible oils, Ghee, Paneer, Meat, Poulty, Fish, Seafood, olive oil, honey, coffee, milk and other common products having scope for adulteration can be easily checked and reported by the customers by identifying its source. Even charging higher price of these products by a superior brand could be justified on superior quality grounds.

The focus on safety throughout the global food supply chain is at an all-time high, for all the wrong reasons. More and more people get sick around the world due to contaminated food products and recalls are issued immediately.

Authentication and supply chain tracking is a critical step in quickly finding and helping address source of contamination around the world. Blockchain presents an innovative way to work towards achieving these goals. Blockchain will improve communication between parties involved in the food safety and also provides the possibility of discovering who was trying to change original data and when.

Conclusion

Thus Food blockchain technology is going to be effective, successful technology for Food Safety.

The article is provided by Best Hotel Management Institute of India- UEI Global Education Pvt Ltd.

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Parents trust me to tutor mathematics, in their homes (often times when they are absent working).

Businesses trust me with their keys, cars, passcodes and gas cards.

Credit Cards trust me to borrow and pay them back.

Banks trust me to find 2 direct deposits per month.

The Asian community respects my mathematical prowess.

The Jewish community trusts me to serve responsibly at their parties

My nephews trust they will have a safe and fun time with UNCLEKev.

(Shout out) JarvHEAVY trust me with his daughter and his beats.

Yet…

Facebook is the only social media where I find myself, defending myself. Y’all can believe whatever you want about THEKev, please #KeepThatSameEnergy when it clicks that I use my math skills to come up with solutions, not cause problems

But watch this…

What race blamed me for them being fat?

Black

What race claims I’m going to end up in jail?

Black

What race says “Kevin, you will be the reason why I die!”?

Black

Who went through my phone and made up false adulterous accusations back when my ignorant ass believe monogamy=happy life?

Black

Who wrote me up when I did nothing wrong at work?

Black

At my first Boston Public School school, what color was the female principal who wrote me up numerous times when I was in the right EACH TIME?

Black

Who told me to stop cheering for black girls at a basketball game?

Black

At my last Boston Public School, What color was the male principal who could have stood on principle instead of protecting his individual position?

Black

Who be secretly acting like my friend but is envious?

Black

What color is my son’s mother who put me on child support via the same court system that lied to her about me when I wasn’t present? (To make it worse, who believed the court system over me when speaking about MY LIFE!)

Black

Which race owes me $200 and ain’t hit me up since but wanna pull up to my IG Lives?

Black

What race won’t pay me to engineer music because they are broke, but will pay another race?

Black

Which race owes me pay $80/hour to a white audio engineer and tries to get a whole recording, mix and mastering session for “20 yollaz”?

Black

What race is the only race telling me I am not educating black people?

Black.

Meanwhile I ain’t change my facebook account, email, address or phone number since 2006. I post multiple times a day and my lives provide opportunities to talk to me despite my busy schedule.

After all this heartbreak, who still never left the community and is still standing ten toes down right in the same city who deserve it? Who, despite the numerous barriers still shows up for the black community each and every day? So anyone who believe I ain’t for us, ain’t for me! Simply, unfriend/unfollow me and protect your peace.

#ItBeYourOwnPeople

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Why Privacy Issues Don’t Bother Most Chinese by Tristar To

Over the past few months, there has been a lot of controversy in America concerning data privacy with tech-giants, such as Google and Facebook. Both had to pay multi-billion dollar fines, which broke records for the biggest monetary penalties. It’s clear that in America, people currently do not like giving away too much information about themselves, but rather live more private lives. However, it is a different story in China. For now at least, Chinese citizens are embracing social-credit systems that can foster greater trust between people and businesses.

In one Chinese city, the local government court system launched a smart-phone based map that displays the location and identity of anyone within 500 meters who’s landed on a government creditworthiness blacklist. This is like Apple’s Find My Friends on steroids. Known as the Deadbeat Map, this app provides pinpoint confirmation, the ability to share that information through social media and, a reporting function to notify the authorities. In other words, you can use this app to find out if the person next to you has an unpaid court-approved fine. In America, having this app and these features right now would be viewed as scary and a huge violation of people’s privacy. On the other hand, it seems to be quite tolerable, and even popular in China.

China has already embraced a whole range of private and government systems that gather, aggregate, and distribute records of digital and offline behavior. Even though this is depicted as a creepy digital system, this network is seen within China a a means to generate something the country lacks: trust. In order to achieve more trust, China views the constant surveillance and the loss of privacy as a small price to pay.

Why does China have so much distrust? Well similar to many developing countries, China’s economic growth has outpaced its ability to create and police institutions that promote trust between citizens and businesses. For example, a decade after Chinese milk producers were revealed to be adulterating infant formula, Chinese parents still shun the country’s dairy industry. China also remains the counterfeiting capital of the world. Some of its most recognizable companies, such Alibaba Group Holding Ltd., are known as thriving markets for fakes, thereby undermining the credibility of Chinese e-commerce in general.

Trust between individuals isn’t much better. Scams and frauds targeting individuals and families are daily fodder on Chinese news programs. This contributes to a general mood of suspiciousness. These issues are viewed more than a social problem for the Chinese government. Since China aspire to build a “consumption-based” economy, consumers need access to credit. Accordingly, China launched a roadmap for establishing a “social-credit system” with mechanisms for “rewarding trustworthiness and punishing untrustworthiness.” Today there are more than 40 social-credit systems operating in China. Some are ran by the government, such as  national list of individuals who have defaulted on court judgments. Those on this list are restricted from a variety of activities, such as staying at luxury hotels to enrolling their children in expensive schools.

Surveys have shown that these social-credit systems have been very popular so far instead of receiving public outrage. Support for such systems corresponds closely to those who perceive they’ve received some benefit from them. Whether it be a loan, the ability to rent a car or share a bicycle without having to pay a deposit, or the chance to evaluate the creditworthiness of someone on a dating app. Especially in China where the value of privacy isn’t very high, the quality of life improvements are viewed as being very much worth the erosion of privacy. However, I think it is important to be aware that public opinions can change or alter anytime. It is possible that many citizens have not thought through the implications of having their lives recorded in such detail. I don’t think anyone, even if they are conditioned to an authoritarian government, want their life to be dictated by a score or rating. By using social media embarrassment to motivate people to be more responsible and potentially using technology to consolidate some social-credit systems, the Deadbeat Map app can continue to be successful in the future and hopefully solve China’s problem of having mutual mistrust between citizens.

Source:

https://www.bloomberg.com/opinion/articles/2019-01-24/why-china-s-social-credit-systems-are-surprisingly-popular?cmpid=socialflow-twitter-business&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=socialflow-organic&utm_source=twitter&utm_content=business

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