#i know it's an el nino year but christ

[faiakishi]

We were supposed to get a giant snowstorm this weekend and I was all set, my grocery shopping done, ready to hunker down for two days and watch the snow fall. We got a dusting so light my mother and I debated whether it had actually snowed or was just leftover from the last snow, and I frankly feel bamboozled.

[wallpaperpainter]

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LONDON (Reuters) – Londoners bound out of galleries can acquisition an another art fix on a bank beneath beneath some railway arches afterwards artery artisan Lionel Stanhope corrective a Caravaggio classic, adapted for the coronavirus age.

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The Italian bizarre master’s “Supper at Emmaus” is usually accessible to appearance at the National Gallery in London, but with that shut, Stanhope’s behemothic estimation is now on appearance in Ladywell, southeast London.

Lockdown has accustomed the artisan the time and the quieter streets to carbon a painting he said he has consistently admired and capital to do on a ample scale.

“I anticipation I capital article that was activity to booty me some time, you know, absolutely a continued time to do, aloof to get through the canicule of not accomplishing annihilation else, so that’s why I took it on,” Stanhope told Reuters.

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The artisan is best accepted for his behemothic blooming and gold place-name murals abreast railway stations, a trend which in contempo years has fostered bounded pride and provided a accomplishments for alfresco aliment markets.

But aback the virus shut bottomward accustomed activity in March, the 52-year-old artisan has been clumsy to backpack on with his commissions, and has instead angry his absorption to the pandemic.

Caravaggio’s 1601 painting depicts a adored Jesus actualization to two of his aggregation at a table advance with a meal. In Stanhope’s spray-painted version, Jesus is cutting surgical gloves.

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“Christ is cutting a brace of dejected gloves, aloof to accomplish it accordant for today of what we’re all activity through,” Stanhope said.

He additionally afresh completed a mural accolade to healthcare workers beneath a arch abreast London’s busiest abuse station, Waterloo, and abutting to St Thomas’s hospital, area Prime Minister Boris Johnson was advised for COVID-19.

Stanhope asked Network Rail, buyer of the bridge, if they had a bank he could use to say acknowledge you to the National Health Service. In the mural, the NHS acronym is accustomed the superman analysis and apparent beginning from a dejected chest in red and yellow.

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“There’s a lot of artery artists accomplishing a lot of NHS assignment at the moment which is absolutely nice to see,” Stanhope said by phone, abacus that the communicable was giving added acceptation to artery art.

“I anticipate a lot added artery artists that I apperceive of, who would commonly acrylic their own affectionate of work, are aloof putting a aberration on it to accomplish it relevant, and to maybe acknowledge the NHS or key workers, or bulletin about the coronavirus,” he said.

His Caravaggio is hidden abroad in a cul de sac but he said bodies were branch bottomward on their circadian lockdown exercise to accept a look, and he had enjoyed the absolute

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[kimmynait]

The Best Decision I Made.

"Are you willing to accept Jesus as your Saviour in your heart?"  A Twenty-seven- year old- good looking Missionary Pastor asked me.

"Yes," I answered while closing my eyes.

I couldn't explain my feelings after I accept Jesus Christ as my savior. It feels like I was unchained from my past. Likewise, peace and joy overflowed in my heart. Happiness is on my face. I fly like an eagle freely soaring up in the sky. My steps and shoulders were so light that I could even raise my hands and leap for joy. Because being saved through the grace of God is the happiest decision that I make.

After that incident, I decided to finish my High School and proceed to the Seminary. I talked to our Missionary Pastor.

"Are you sure you wanted to give up everything and proceed in studying theology?" Asked by  Missionary Pastor, Pastor Reuel Rebaton.

"Life in Bible School is not a promising life you have to live by faith and not by sight." He added.

"Yes, Pastor. I  willingly surrender my worldly life in exchange to follow God's will."  I replied confidently.

Two days had passed since I talk to my Missionary Pastor. I picked up my bag and hopped on the bus. It was one-hour-travel from Bacolod to Manapla. During the trip, I had an opportunity to relish the natural view of our nature. Ricefields were dried and arid due to El Nino. The forest green leaves dances together with the wind. Carabaos were resting peacefully in the mud while chewing the grass. My hair flew everywhere as the summer wind meet my face.

The bus dropped me off in front of the church. I stop and stare at the church across the road. As I enter, alpine white granite tiles welcomed me. Gigantic bulletin boards with different pictures of both local and foreign missionaries greeted me. I took a deep breath and wore a smile on my face knowing that I am in the right place with the right people who will help me to mold a better version of myself.

On the same day, we introduced ourselves. We tackled about getting to know each other and telling about our experience in the world. Next, we recited our favorite Bible verse and explained why we like that verse. I noticed that we were only five in our group.  First, Marichu Sagon is a petite and timid lady while Rovelyn's twenty-one-year-old-teenage-mother who wishes to become a Missionaries' wife. On the other hand, Emari Bermudez is a tall, chubby and pretty lady who wanted to become a missionary in Israel. Lastly, Mansueto Barde one only man in the group who wished to become the right hand of their church.

Meeting these kinds of people make me jump out of my chair. They were fabulous and fantastic. I couldn't contain my self of too much excitement. Different people with different backgrounds from different places met in one place in one purpose that is to train ourselves for the ministry laid before us. After the activity, we proceeded in our room and waited for our lunch.

We sat around the table and begun eating. I bowed my head and said, Lord, please grant me your strength to finish this race.  I silently prayed.

[ramrodd]

What do Wiccans think of Jesus Christ?

COMMENTARY:

I have had a working relationship with the Holy Spirit since 1954. I am a Christian heretic as regards ontology. Otherwise, I confess to the Apostle’s Creed and generally agree with N.T. Wright’s Anglican eucharist and the epistemology of his “New Perspective on Paul”. 

As a process theology guru, Kurt Lewin is my intellectual mentor and , theologically, before The Word was, Number IS in the Mind of the One as described in Revelation 4:2 and Topology is the mathematics of the unconscious and the Mind of the One. In this regards, the Native America “Dream Catcher” is evidence of the presence of the Holy Spirit in the cultures of the Nations.

To those with eyes to see and ears to hear, the Gospel According to Mark presents a portrait of Jesus as high wicca.

When I got back from Vietnam in 1971, I moved to Washington DC my current residence. At that time, I became peripherally involved with the wicca community in Northern Virginia and DC which had accumulated around the trinity of spiritual nodes, Point of Rocks MD, the 2 Sisters in the Potomac aligned with The Exorcist Stairs and the bridge at Fairfax Station.

At that time, before the Joe McCarthy Conservatives came to town with Reagan, there was a complimentary Romany community with store-front palm readers and fortune tellers.

I was, briefly, a lover with a practical witch whose family was totally wicca. We had in common a Life after Life experience. I was killed in 1954 and was judged dead by Jesus and resuscitated within two minutes. She was hit with lightening in 1970 and was clinically dead for over 20 minutes. She mentioned once that a pentacles stigmata appears in the palms of her hands occassionally, but I’ve never seen it. Others have.

I avoided becoming involved in the wicca community beyond as an apprentice psychic with Wray Parks Pearman. As an infantry combat leader, I was already using most of the tools he employed but he was a whole lot better at it and his example informs my claims as a process theology guru. The answers to this question reflects my reasons for avoiding the wicca communion at that time: far too much ego masquerading as craft.

However, in 1997, my lover’s uncle contacted me in some manner and gave me the task to perform certain rituals of protection for the District of Columbia. I performed these rituala at the trinity of spiritual nodes, then I performed similar rituals at the 4 corners of Washington’s original survey of the District, which I completed by New Year’s Eve before the Winter Games in Nagano, Japan and during a period of elevated activity of El Nino that was sending tendrils of wealther invested by the Spirit of God across the American southwest to Texas then up the Atlantic Seaboard into New England.

At the time, I was working as a car courier and in the first week of 1998, after the ice storm in New England from El Nino, I was driving to DC from the Beltway on 295 and there is a part of this approach that provides a view of DC laid out like the opening of J. Alfred Purfrock, a patient on the table. And a perfect full rainbow ran from Ft. Lincoln, where Route 50 comes in from the Chesapeake into the District to the T.R. Bridge that brings Route 50 in from the Trinity of spiritual nodes in , Norther Virginia, and the Holy Ghost whispered in my ear “Mission Accomplished”, and I thought nothing more of it.

On 911, American Airlines Flight 77 didn’t get past the 3 Sisters and United Airlines Flight 93 never got past Point of Rocks.

Now, uncle Don told me what to do, but the Holy Spirit made sure the Spirit of the Lord made it work. I was just the instrument of the higher powers of The One as described in Revelation 4.2.

I know Yaweh, Queen of Battle. She is a feminine aspect of The One and is the midwife who introduces Herself to woman at menarche and takes charge when it’s time for the baby to be cast out of Eden. The Golden Calf was named Yaweh and the women were celebrating the emancipation of their wombs from Egyptian slavery when Moses adultered the 9 commandments he brought back down from Sinai and created a false commandment that reduces the status of women to a life support system for the uterus and their purpose defined in terms of animal husbandry.

The 19th Amendment is the divine corrective for that and is a direct result of the epistemology of Jesus.

As number, 19 is the alpha and omega in the mind of The One. Sura 74:30 establishes the divine origins of the Koran and abrogates the 200-odd aborgations of the Medinian heresies of the Koran. Khadijah, Mohammad’s wife/mother, was the Witch of Endor for his revelations: when she died, that door closed, with Sura 12 Yusef being the last true dictation from Gabril and the only complete narrative from the Torah.

Every 19 year period contains 7 solar years with 13 full moons. We just passed the Snow Moon and this is one of the 7 years with a Blue Moon.

Jesus was a virgin when He died, which is why He was able to give up the ghost at the moment He did. There is an entire sub-genre of Zen literature about the ritual of death by Masters.

The Zippo Monk Thích Quảng Đức was one of these masters

He was dead before the cooling effects of the initial evaporation had surrendered to the flames. Robert Heinlein describes this process in “Stranger in a Strange Land”.

When I saw this on CBS Evening News, I knew we had lost the battle of Vietnam. Wicca is all around us, all the time. It is part of the mythos but reaches it’s most constructive expression in the ethos of Socrates and Jesus as Process Theology.

In this respect, the object of the exercise is to develop a working relationship with the Holy Spirit as a capitalist tool

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Good afternoon lovely readers!! Rafael and Roxie say good bye, and Eddie goes to visit Harvard, where Nevada gets his first glimpse at what college might have been like, had he gone. there are only six episodes left this season!! Check out @missjennifercole

EPISODE 36

The next morning he opened his eyes, and glanced down at her sleeping form, smiling a little and dropping a soft kiss on her forehead. His hand gave her shoulder a squeeze, not quite having the heart to get up and leave before she could wake up. He at least wanted to say goodbye.

“Roxie,” he whispered softly, bringing his free arm to stroke over her back as he laid another kiss on her forehead.

She opened her eyes with a soft smile, “Good morning,” she smiled at him, looking so comfortably content before realization of what day it was, struck her face. “Oh,” she whispered. “It's morning…”

“It is,” he said softly.

Silently, they both got up and slowly got dressed, glancing at each other with gentle expressions every so often. He knew this day would come, he knew this was never meant to last, and admittedly he didn’t feel as emotional as he had last night. Still, she’d made him feel alive again in a way that he hadn’t felt with Amber or Kassidy. She made him want to see his future, even if that future didn’t hold Emmy in it.

“You wanna go grab some breakfast with Izzy?” he asked, dropping a kiss on her nose.

She stood, and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his chest, refusing to let go.

“Is that a yes?” he asked around a smirk, hugging her back and inhaling her scent. “We knew today was coming,” he whispered.

She nodded slowly, “I know,” she whispered. “Which is why I know I won't enjoy a moment of that brunch if I go with you… plus this is your last few hours, spend them with your sister, you know she wants you to.” She didn't want to miss brunch with him, she wanted to eat every meal with him, but he'd come here with Izzy. He should leave with her alone as well. “If I go with you…I might just get on the plane with you…”

He smiled at her, kissing her forehead. “Don’t think of this as the end of something. We had six amazing days...and four incredible nights together. Ones we won’t forget for the rest of our lives,” he said, cradling her face in his hands. “I’ll see you in another life, I’ll look forever if I need to until I find you again.”

She cupped his own face, “I promise you, I truly do, that one day your sweet, tender, tortured heart will find it's way to a love that loves just like you do,” she whispered and kissed him. “Goodness never goes unnoticed by the universe, Rafael, you'll get your happy ending. And I'll be waiting for you in Key West in the next life.”

“I’m afraid my happy ending is long gone,” he whispered almost inaudibly, lingering thoughts of Emmy suddenly creeping into his mind. He was able to easily push them away, something he hadn’t been able to do before. “But you, young lady, will make one lucky man so incredibly happy one day. Don’t ever settle; rest assured, you deserve to be worshipped and adored,” he added, stroking her cheek and kissing her lips, then her forehead.

He looked down at her for a moment, wanting one last look at her before he took a step back. Sighing softly, he took a few more steps backwards.

“Let’s not say goodbye,” he said. “ Let’s just say...Till we meet again,” he suggested, finally reaching the door.

“I'll see you again,” she said softly, and it was a promise. “You're gonna be the first person through my bakery doors when I open for business, even if I have to fly you out myself.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” he answered, pressing his fingers to his mouth and blowing her a kiss before he opened the door, and walked out towards the elevator. He stopped a couple of times, thoughts of going back and asking her to come with him, then he thought of staying, but ultimately, he took the final three steps towards the elevator, and into the cart when the doors slid open.

When he got upstairs, he could hear Izzy moving about in her bedroom.

“Iz?” he called out.

“Hey! The airport called! Our flight got bumped up early, it leaves in two hours.” Izzy came walking out of the bedroom, her long brown hair gone, snipped into a short bob.

“Are you kidding me?!” he exclaimed, running to his room and sighing in relief when he remembered he’d packed up the night before. “I guess there’s no time for a shower,” he mumbled as he took their luggage to the door and finally looked up at her hair. “When did you get your hair cut? I wasn’t gone that long,” he mused.

She gave him a shocked look, “Rafael, you've been gone three years, we have a robot president and all our underwear is sewn onto our bodies.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Smartass,” he replied as they took the elevator down to the lobby.

“Lila cut it, isn't it cute?” She smiled and posed for him before looking down at her phone and smiling.

“Yeah, it suits you,” he answered, smiling at her. “I’m sorry about being around less the last few days,” he said. “I hope you still had a good time on this trip.”

“Of course I did, it rocked,” she smiled at him and hugged him tight. “Let's go home.”

“Oye, let’s go!!!” Nevada hollered from the foyer, waiting for you and Eddie to come downstairs. “Vamos, we’re going to the one that’s furthest away first and making our way in,” he added as you both followed him out of the apartment.

“How long is the drive to Harvard?” Eddie asked as the three of you loaded into the SUV.

“Three and half hours, so buckle up buttercup,” Nevada answered.

Eddie grinned, “Tia will you sit in the back with me?”

You turn to Nevada, knowing he doesn't like feeling like a chauffeur. “It's your day baby…” you said softly, checking with Nevada for confirmation.

“Awww, el nino quiere que su tia rides in the back seat with him. Cono, get me a camera,” Nevada teased with a smirk.

You roll your eyes and hope in back with Eddie, stroking his hair, “my sweet boy, te amo mucho,” you kiss his forehead and cheeks.

“Tia, ew! I'm covered in lipstick!”

“Oye, you sent in all your applications right?” Nevada asked, looking in the rearview mirror at his nephew.

“Yeah, last week. Keep up, tio,” Eddie answered.

“Okay, smart guy…”

“I applied to Harvard, Yale, Hudson--”

“Ugh,” Nevada mused.

“NYU, and Columbia,” Eddie finished.

“Don’t tell your tio Rafael you applied to Yale, le da un attaque,” Nevada said.

“No Hudson either,” you say firmly. “And you'd like Brown,” you insisted.

“Tia, I don't wanna hear horror stories about you.” He made a face.

“Como que ‘horror stories?’ Oye, your tia graduated with honors, pendejo. You could learn a few things,” Nevada chimed. “Oye, does anybody else want an iced coffee?”

“No thank you,” Eddie said softly.

“I can't with the babies,” you patted our stomach and frowned at Eddie. “And as far as you're concerned, I was the goddamn Virgin Mary until marriage, entiendes?”

“That’s right,” Nevada chimed. “I popped that cherry, remember that,” he added, arching a brow at his nephew.

“Ew,” Eddie grimaced.

You made a face, “Cono, that's not the phrasing to tell our kid.”

“Yeah, tio. Besides...I call bullshit,” Eddie said in a chuckle.

“Oye!” you and Nevada scolded at the same time, sharing a look and a smile as he pulled onto the FDR drive towards Massachussetts.

“Is this seriously gonna take three and a half hours?” Eddie groaned.

“You complaining already, bro? We’re not even out of New York yet. Jesus fucking Christ,” Nevada replied.

“Well then let's play a game,” Eddie grinned, “never have I ever.”

You snorted a laugh, “Never have I ever ni un carajo…”

“Never have I ever is a drinking game, mijo. What are we supposed to do in place of that? Honk the horn?” Nevada asked.

“No but we can put to rest which one of us was the worst at my age, I bet you I'll win.”

You can't help but laugh. “You're little league mijo.”

“Yeah, really,” Nevada mumbled under his breath. “You really wanna go to school so far away, mijo?” he asked after a moment. “You don’t wanna stay a little closer?”

He wasn’t sure why it was bothering him now that Eddie wanted to go to Harvard in Massachusetts. When his nephew was younger, all he wish for was the boy to get as far away from the life and the Heights as he could, but now all he could think about was how much he would miss Eddie when he was three and half hours away.

“I want to go to Harvard more than anything tio,” Eddie said honestly.

Nevada nodded, sighing softly and letting his head rest against the headrest.

“I’m proud of you, Eddie,” he said, glancing in the rearview mirror.

“Tio have you ever considered a male stripclub?”

“The fuck for?” Nevada replied, arching a brow. “You trying to tell us something, Eddie?”

“No, I just think they'd make a lot of money,” Eddie said softly. “With bachelorette parties and horny girls, it's actually a pretty solid investment.”

“I could run it,” you spoke up.

“Oye, first of all, I don’t need you worry about my business, okay? That’s part of the point of you going to college. Unless you’re gonna be an investment banker, and even then I don’t want you involved,” Nevada said to Eddie before glancing and you. “Y tu, you think I’m gonna let my hot piece of ass wife run a club with half-naked guys, estas loca.”

“I actually love Eddie's idea papi, running a male club would add more land to our property, plus there is a good market in male strip clubs.” You smiled at Eddie and kissed his hair. “My smart little businessman. I'll look into writing a proposal on opening a male club.”

“Oye, no you won’t,” Nevada said sternly. “I don’t want you running a fucking male strip club, carajo,” he added.

“But you can run a female strip club?” You cross your arms. “That doesn't seem fair. Besides, I wouldn't work there 24/7, I'd just drop in the check on things. And might I remind you that you run a strip club?”

“That’s different,” he replied. “I’m a man, pero una mujer running a strip club, no. Forget it,” he added. “I’m serious, I find out you went behind my back, we’re gonna have problems, me entiendes?”

“I'm pretty sure I can make my own business decisions.”

Nevada looked back at you with an arched brow. “I’m not kidding. The answer is no.”

You turned to Eddie and rolled your eyes. “El hombre de la casa has spoken.”

Eddie chuckled, “I think you'd run a great club Tia.”

“Oye, what the hell am I? The fucking chauffeur while you two gals chat it up in the back about your annoying husbands?” Nevada mused sarcastically.

“Well then talk to us papi, what should I call my club?”

“Banana Cabana,” Eddie chuckled.

“You’re not running a male strip club. Punto y parte,” Nevada said loudly.

“Papi, we'll talk about it later,” you smile at him. “This is mi amor’s day, what do you want to talk about mijo?”

“I wanna talk about where I’m gonna live when I go to Harvard,” Eddie replied. “Can I live off campus?”

“You got a job lined up there to pay for rent?” Nevada asked.

“No.”

“You better get on that then.”

“Tia?”

“Oye, como que ‘tia?’ You’re gonna be 17 soon, you gotta start taking on more responsibility, mijo,” Nevada said.

“I work at the center all the time! Tia I do more work than you do!”

The whole atmosphere of the car shifted, and there was a long moment of silence before Nevada spoke up again.

“Oye, pero why do you have to yell, bro? We got three hours in this car left, I don’t wanna spend it con el culo apretado. Your tia does way more work than you do, believe me. She’s got three jobs; the center, being a mom and being a wife. Apologize, right now,” he said, looking in the rearview mirror at Eddie. “You think your clothes magically get cleaned? A little fairy comes and cooks for you and Lily?”

“Being a wife and a mom aren't jobs and she never goes to the center-Ow!” He shouted when you punched him in the arm.

“Watch your mouth, entiendes? Or you'll see how much I really do when I stop doing it!”

“Oye being a wife and a mom are two of the most important jobs in the world, mijo and they’re 24/7, on call. Remember that; it’s not easy to run a household and raise two kids, and your tia could do it with her hands tied behind her back. As for the center, she doesn’t have to be at the center to make sure it runs smoothly,” Nevada added. “You’re tia’s the hardest worker I know.”

You shot Nevada a look that said he was getting laid when you got home before turning back to Eddie. “I work my pregnant ass off to make sure you don't have to worry about anything other than going to school. Your tio and I pay the water bill, the electric, your phone bill, insurance, we do laundry, put food on the table and we still make time to spend with you.” You smiled at Nevada, “and with each other.”

“I guess,” Eddie mumbled. “So I have to pay my own rent?” He was still complaining.

“If you wanna live off campus, yeah,” Nevada answered. “Having an apartment is a luxury, and if you want that for yourself then you gotta work for it. We’re not just gonna hand it to you,” he added.

“I lived off of campus and tu abuela didn't pay a cent,” you pointed out.  Given you'd essentially been couch surfing sophomore and junior year. “I had to work for a place to sleep.” Also true. Although it had been less work and more play.

“What if I live in the dorms?” Eddie countered.

“Then as long as you keep your grades up, we'll cover it, if the scholarships don't.”

Nevada nodded his head in agreement, switching lanes when the minivan in front of them began to go a little too slow for his liking.

“I’d rather you lived in the dorms, to be honest,” he mused. “You’ll have a roommate, it’ll be easier to get to class. You won’t have to worry about a car.”

“But I want a car,” Eddie said.

“You’re not getting a car,” Nevada answered.

“What if I wanna go out? Like on the weekends.”

“Then you take the bus or you walk,” Nevada replied. “Harvard is right in the middle of everything, it won’t be the end of the world for you to walk.”

“Agreed,” you nodded. “You don't need a car.”

When you finally arrived the the school, Eddie hopped out and grinned. You got out as well, moving to Nevada's side.

“When I went here for a year, I stayed in one of the sororities,” you said softly to Nevada. “I didn't belong to it, I kinda just...crashed there.”

He snorted a laugh and arched a brow at you, winding an arm around your waist as the two of you followed Eddie to the admissions office.

“Is it true what they say about sorority sisters?” Nevada mumbled, smirking at you. “Them being really...close with each other?”

“Yeah, it is,” you purred, “pero, it was a sisterhood not a pervfest.”

“Hm...you wanna stop by on our way out? See if any of your ‘sisters’ are still around?” he teased, moving his arm to pinch your ass cheek.

You giggled and threw your arms around his neck, “looking to cash in on that threeway?” You purred and nibbled on his ear.

“Maybe,” he answered. A couple of older-looking female students walked by and his head turned slightly, brow arching to try and sneak a peek at their backsides as nonchalantly as he could. “I think I would’ve done pretty good in college, sabes?” he mused, tugging you closer and smirking down at you.

You growled, “I will cut these bitches,” you whispered to him. “I mean it.”

“Oye, calmate. What’s wrong with looking if I’m not touching?” he asked. “You do it all the time, why can’t I?”

“I've done it once,” you said firmly. “Keep your eyes in your head.”

“You wanted to run a male strip club, you’re gonna stand there and with a straight face, tell me that you weren’t thinking about getting to check out a bunch of guys in thongs?” he inquired with an arched brow.

“Hi,” a passing older student said to him with a smile.

“Hola mami,” he answered, barely looking at her before he looked back to you. “I like Harvard, people are so friendly here,” he teased, kissing your neck noisily.

You move away from him with a scowl, walking ahead.

You walk with Eddie until you notice one of the old fraternities you'd spent many days at. You grinned, “Eddie, wanna check out a Frat?”

“Nah, those guys are douches,” he replied.

“Oye, why’d you walk away from me?” Nevada asked, catching up to you with his hands up on either side of him. “What’d I do?”

“No, they're great, this frat is a Harvard frat, mi amor everyone here is smart, they're scholars and they're incredible. Plus, fraternities get all the ladies,” in all honestly, you liked the idea of him being a part of something outside of just school, the fraternity you remember had been oddly respectable.

“I don’t know...tio Rafael said that the fraternities were mostly rich kids, whose daddies got them to pledge, and gave them silver toilet paper to wipe their asses with,” Eddie replied. “Tio Rafael was in the chess club, and the debate club. What do you think about those?”

“Are you not talking to me now?” Nevada chimed from your other side.

You sigh, “no,” you mumbled. “I'm talking to you…” you glare at your feet.

“Que te pasa, mi amor? Are you hungry? Wanna go get something to eat?”

“So you can check out the girl at the food stand? Pass.” You roll your eyes. “I already feel less attractive now that I'm pregnant...and with you checking out out all these pendejas…” you cross your arms and walk with Eddie again.

“I wasn’t checking out anybody,” he answered, looking at you with wide eyes. “Ven aca, Dama,” he said, pulling you close and wrapping his arms tight around your waist. “You know I only have eyes for you, mi amor,” he purred in your ear, kissing your neck. “You know who my cock belongs to,” he said in a much softer voice.

You pressed your face to his neck and said nothing. You never felt glowing when you were pregnant, you felt dull, and compared to smoking hot college girls, you had never felt so upset about it until Melody… now you didn't want any women near him.

“If anything I’m just seeing how they rank beside you, and mami, none of them compare to how gorgeous you are,” he whispered into your ear. “You’re glowing. Even pregnant, you still make my dick stir when you smile at me.”

He knew just what to say sometimes, albeit a crude version… “I love you so much,” you whispered and stopped dead in your tracks, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love you too,” he answered in a mumble.

“Ew, do not embarrass me,” Eddie hissed, making a face at the both of you. You went to move away but Nevada pulled you back, holding you firmly against him.

“Esperate, give me a second,” he said, and you finally felt his half-mast erection.

You smiled and turned to Eddie, “hold on mijo, I need to fix your tio’s shirt.” You pretended to busy yourself, holding the collar of his shirt.

He growled low in his chest and you felt his organ move as more blood pumped into it.

“You’re not helping,” he said, keeping his eyes up as he shook his head. His hands reached down and grabbed your ass as he dipped his head to whisper in your ear, “Let’s go find a bathroom somewhere. Or go back to the car.”

“Go inside the library,” you whispered.

“I don’t know where the fuckin’ library is,” he mumbled.

“Eddie, mi amor, come here, I scheduled a tour of the dorms for you,” you smiled and handed Nevada your bag, right in front of his cock, “Hold this for me papi,” you purred. Turning to Eddie, “Now they don't want us old people in the dorms, so we'll wait right out here for you,” you kissed his forehead and watched him grin as he headed over to the dorms.

Nevada grinned, holding your bag in front of his crotch and waiting for you to pull him towards the library. Once inside, he looked around, almost curiously. He’d never seen so many books in his entire life, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from them even as you dragged him towards the back of the building.

“Oye, you sure we won’t get caught in here?” he asked as you passed by several students studying at the tables laid in the center of the library.

“I'm sure,” you nodded and smiled, heading to one of the private study rooms in the back. “Let me see…” you counted four books over and opened it, a key falling out. “Professor’s private rooms,” you smirked.

“How do you know about these? I thought you went to Brown,” he asked as you pulled him into the room after unlocking it.

“Yes, I did, but I went here for a year and we both know that you don't want to know why I know this,” you sat down on the desk and spread your legs for him.

“Because somebody else told you about it, and you thought about how you would bring your husband someday,” he answered with a smirk, bending at the waist and lifting your dress enough for him to put his head under it. “Oye, why aren’t you wearing panties?” he asked in a husky voice, not even waiting for an answer before he began to lick and suck at your soft feminine parts.

“Papi, I avoid panties like the plague, I like the idea of you having easy access,” you tilted your head back and moaned loudly. “Mmmm, that's nice,” you whispered softly.

“Nice?” he asked with a smirk. “No, you gotta do better than that,” he added, pulling you by the hips to the edge of the desk closer to him and massaging your clit with his tongue before he sucked it into his mouth. He purred against you, hands stroking over your thighs before he brought a finger under his chin and eased it inside you.

You tilted your head back and moaned again, “oh...Mr. Ramirez, Fuck…” you whimpered. “Your mouth feels so good on me.”

“Mr. Ramirez?” he asked, pulling his head up from under your dress and looking up at you with furrowed brows. “Oye, no por favor, the last time you called me that you were pissed at me, te acuerdas?”

“Si, but that was back when I was just a teacher, now I'm Mrs. Ramirez. This name means everything to me.”

“So be my teacher now,” he purred back. “I want an A, professora.” He disappeared under your dress again and resumed his suction on your clit as his finger began to move in and out of you in a steady pace.

You moaned, “So good, just like that,” you whispered and gripped the desk painfully tight.  

He growled softly against you, sliding a second finger inside you and thrusting them in time with his tongue circling your clit.

“Cono, professora, you taste like a fucking peach. Anyone ever tell you that?” he teased, closing his mouth over the top half of your pussy again and sucking gently.

You whimpered, rocking against his mouth and feeling yourself getting close. “Off,” you tugged him by his hair out from beneath you. “I want to come with your cock fucking me, entiendes? Listen to your professora.”

“Oh fuck,” he sighed. “Will that get me an A, professora?” he asked, pulling you off the desk and turning you to bend you over the wooden furniture. Unleashing his hard on from his jeans, he licked his palm and wet the tip of his cock before pushing into you, groaning as your warmth enveloped him.

“Fuck, oh god yes. If you make me come, you'll get an A,” you moaned and pushed back against his cock.

He began a steady pace, shoving you against the desk and winding one arm around you to circle your clit as he bit down on your neck. Groaning loudly, he grabbed your face with his free hand and kissed you deeply, tongue darting into your mouth as his hips snapped forward faster and faster.

“Asi professora?” he whispered against your mouth. “Is this how you want it?”

You nodded eagerly, “Harder,” you moaned against his lips, “Make an A effort,” you growled.

“Oye, not too hard,” he said, breaking character for the briefest of moments before he moved faster and slightly harder against you. “Fuck you’re so tight, professora. I want you to come all over my cock,” he purred.

You whimpered, body clenching tight around his cock, you were so close, moving his hand down to run at your clit you could feel your orgasm within reach. “Oh god…” you half sobbed, trying to get there. Circling faster over your swollen bud, he held you close with his free arm and snapped his hips a little more insistently just as your phone began to ring in your bag.

He grunted in your ear, trying to hold his orgasm back until you began yours.

You backed yourself back into his cock over and over almost getting there each time. “Nevada,” you half choked out a sob.

“Mami, I don’t wanna go too hard, the babies,” he replied. “Want me to use my tongue?” he offered.

You whine and press back against his cock again, wanting badly to come, you clenched tight around his cock, kissing him. “Venga papi, wanna feel your hot seed running through me, knock me up all over again,” you growled.

He tried to hold back, but your words proved to be too much as he groaned loudly, hips snapping forward and sending your hard against the desk with each spray of his orgasm that blasted against your closed cervix.

“Oh fuck, Dama,” he purred as he emptied himself inside you and rode out his orgasm.

You moaned and clenched your muscles again to hug his cock.

“Fuck so good, mi amor,” you purred and shifted to kiss him, giving up on your own orgasm. You didn't think you could come, not in here.

His euphoria was short lived when he realized that you hadn’t been able to finish and he frowned, panting against you.

“Now you see why I never went to college,” he mumbled, trying to make a joke to distract from his failure as your phone rang again.

You sighed and grabbed your phone, “what?!” You snapped before you could calm yourself, cranky from the absence of a release.

“Dama, there’s woman in the lobby dumping gasoline all over the place! We’re all in the back room, she locked us in from the outside!!” One of your tutors was panicking as she spoke to you over the phone. You could hear some of the kids crying in the background, and other tutors trying to keep them calm.

“Oh my god, okay,” you moved Nevada off of you, pulling your skirt down. “Stay calm, I'm gonna call the police, they work close by, so they'll be there soon. Just don't do anything to upset her. Stay calm, Theresa, get all the kids in a closet or anywhere that they can be safely hidden. I'm calling now.” You hang up, fingers immediately dialing Sonny.