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The Eternal Summer | Elliott Marston/Reader

II. Obsession

Summary: It's your first day at the station and Elliott's growing attached to you… maybe too attached.

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When you woke the first morning, for a few moments you forgot where you were. You thought you were still on the ship and that the man holding you against his chest, his erection pressing up against your bum, was your husband.

You opened your eyes and your heart skipped a beat in panic when you didn’t recognise your surroundings, then your mind caught up with you and you remembered where you were: in Australia, in Elliott’s house, in Elliott’s bed… with Elliott.

You shifted slightly in the bed, and Elliott’s arm around you tightened slightly.

“There she is,” he said softly. “Thought you were gonna sleep all day.”

“Whassa time?” you mumbled sleepily as you turned around to face him.

“Aout half ten. I didn’t wanna wake you.”

You were surprised not to have been woken by Elliott taking his pleasure from you, since he’d seemed so excited by the idea… was it possible he’d done so and you’d slept through the whole thing? You were a deep sleeper, but you always awoke when your husband slipped inside you during sleep, his lovemaking being passionate as it was, even so early in the morning.

But you felt dry, Elliott was still erect, and he seemed to be quite sleepy too. Perhaps he’d changed his mind…

“You’re such a pretty sight when you’re sleeping,” Elliott said. He traced a line down your body with his finger, as if trying to paint a silhouette of your figure. “And awake too, of course… but there’s something so innocent about the way you sleep. I couldn’t bring myself to disturb you.”

“I’m awake now,” you replied, hoping your voice didn’t give away your nerves as you tried to be seductive. You tentatively reached out and took his cock in your hand with a light touch. “You can do whatever you want to me…”

Elliott screwed his eyes shut and groaned with relief at the feel of your touch, but he seemed to be holding back. Usually when you took William’s cock into your hand he would thrust forward, desperate to feel some friction, but Elliott did no such thing; in fact, he moved his hips back slightly, away from your touch.

“No… it’s whatever you want, [Y/n]. Tell me what you want.”

“I, erm…” You hesitated. You hadn’t even thought about what you wanted. You just knew that he was erect, and it was your responsibility to give him his morning pleasure. Your husband had given you to Elliott for exactly this reason, after all.

“I… want to help you with this,” you said, wrapping your fingers around him again and giving him a small tug.

“Mhm… is that what you want, [Y/n]? Or is it what you think I want?”

You frowned, confused. It was too early in the morning for all these questions. Elliott’s cock was throbbing with desire, and you had to relieve it. Why was he asking you all these questions?

“I… I want to ride you,” you admitted with a blush.

Elliott smirked. Whatever had had him resisting fell away at your offer, and he rolled onto his back.

“By all means, darling… use my cock for your pleasure. I’d love nothing more than to see the look on your face as you bounce on my cock.”

You threw a leg over his waist to straddle him, and he held your hips in his strong hands to help you guide yourself onto him, a small whine escaping your lips as his cock stretched you out, your walls stretching and expanding to accommodate his size.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so tight,” Elliott groaned. “It almost feels like you’re a virgin. Does William really take you three times a day?”

“Yes, I… I do yoga exercises every day and it helps to keep my walls tight even though my husband stretches them out every day. It feels better for him when I’m tight.”

Elliott ran his hands up your thighs thoughtfully, his large hands rough and calloused from manual labour, so different to William’s softer hands that had seen little more exertion than the movement of a quill.

“And what about you? Does it feel better for you when you’re tight?”

“Yes,” you admitted. “I like the stretch… I can feel it now, the way you’re filling me up…”

“Hmm… good. Well, then, I hope you continue your exercises while you’re here.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I told you, [Y/n]… I’m no knight. It’s Elliott.”

“Sorry… Elliott. Would you like me to ride you now?”

“Fuck yes,” Elliott groaned.

He was skinnier than William, which meant your legs weren’t spread as wide as they usually were, and it took you some adjusting to find the right position. You ended up leaning back slightly, your head tilted back in pleasure, and Elliott marvelled at the sight of you, letting the pleasure take over, all sense of propriety dissipated. He watched your breasts bouncing, your jaw twitching as you moaned, your fingers digging into his flesh as you moved further and further towards your climax. He could feel his own building up too, but he wanted to see you make yourself cum on his cock first, so he pressed his thumb against your clit and, if your increased moans were anything to go by, your pleasure wound up further as he circled the sensitive nub in rhythm with your thrusts.

He felt your orgasm before you made it heard - your walls clenched tighter around him, your thrusts became more erratic, and when he began thrusting up into you to make up for it, the friction plus his fingers sent you over the edge, a delectable moan tumbling from your lips, and he was grateful you didn’t moan his name because that might well have sent him tumbling over the edge too, and he didn’t want to pull out before your climax had completely washed over you.

When your moans faded into sighs, Elliott grabbed your waist and pulled you off him with one strong hand, and the other tugged his cock until his seed came shooting out, splattering you, him and the bedsheets with his seed in a delectably deranged fashion.

Elliott pulled you close to him and kissed you gently. You giggled at the way his moustache tickled your nose, which led to both of you laughing, slightly delirious in your respective post-orgasm hazes.

“You’re certainly a skilled young lady,” Elliott murmured in your ear, and you blushed. “Go get yourself washed up, I’ll have breakfast made for us out on the front porch.”

You joined Elliott on the front porch some time later, both of you washed and dressed, looking nowhere near as sinful as you had earlier. Elliott had his hat on and was looking out at the ranch, watching his workers in their morning routines. From the corner of your eye, you saw the glisten of the gun sitting in his holster.

Elliott smiled at you warmly as you sat next to him, and he took no shame in placing a hand on your knee. If you were in private, he’d have lifted your skirt to do so, but since his workers were about and he knew you were shy, the fabric of your skirt stayed between your knee and his hand.

The Aborigine manservant followed you out and placed a plate of fresh fruits in front of you both. You thanked him as he bowed his head respectfully and retreated back into the house.

“Do you normally thank the servants in London?” Elliott scoffed as he speared a berry on his knife and popped it in his mouth.

“I do. William doesn’t. He says their pay is thanks enough.”

“And you don’t agree?”

You gave a small shrug. “A ‘thank you’ costs no extra.”

Elliott smiled and shook his head. “You are a fascinating creature, [Y/n]. Do be careful talking to him, won’t you? I wouldn’t want his base instinct to take over and he tries to rape you. I have him tamed, of course, but he’s an animal at heart, and you’re a beautiful woman.”

You frowned as you cut your fruit up into small chunks. “Why is he more likely to rape me than any of your other men?”

“Well, because of what he is,” Elliott explained casually.

“But I don’t understand why that means he’s likely to rape me. I mean, William did and he’s nothing like him.”

You continued eating, oblivious to the way Elliott frowned at you.

He leaned forward and said softly, “[Y/n]… do you mean to tell me William’s raped you in the past? Before you were married, I mean?”

You looked up at him and blushed, realising suddenly that Elliott appeared disturbed.

“Well… yes. It took me some time to understand the gift he was giving me by taking me in, so for a while I resisted. But I learned my place eventually… and I came to love him.”

Elliott leaned back again, his lips thinning, and the hand that lay on his lap near his gun twitched.

“Oh, please don’t tell him I told you!” you said quickly, your eyes widening with alarm when you sensed Elliott’s disapproval. “Yes, we had sex before marriage, but I was little more than a whore —”

Elliott shook his head, and you stopped talking. He sighed, looking thoughtfully out at the horizon.

“I always thought my cousin to be so stoic, so law-abiding,” he said eventually. “I suppose you never really know someone, do you?”

You didn’t really know how to respond, so you focused your attention on your plate of food. It was diminishing fast, as you were always quite hungry after sex, and you wondered if Elliott would allow you to ask the servant to bring you some more.

“My next lot of hires should be here this afternoon,” Elliott said eventually once both your plates were cleared. “I’ve gone to great lengths to hire a new sharpshooter, so he’ll be dining with us tonight, then I’ll talk business with him after we’ve eaten so that you can excuse yourself from any boring men’s talk.”

You nodded your understanding. “Who else have you hired?” you enquired curiously.

“I’ve asked the men to find a boy to sweep the chimneys and help out around the farms. Boys can be hard to find here, as they rarely get sentenced to transportation, but hopefully they were able to find one. We still have some time before they arrive - would you like to go out and see the sheep?”

Your eyes lit up, which Elliott thought very endearing. “Oh, yes, please! Do you have many?”

“A few dozen, providing the Aborigines haven’t stolen any more. We have some pregnant ewes, so perhaps you’ll be lucky enough to see a lamb being born.”

Lady Luck must have been smiling on you, because you saw not one but three lambs being born.  It was certainly not the prettiest sight to watch the shepherd pulling the lambs out of the ewe, but the sight of the mother ewe licking her babies clean while they shook the gunk from their faces was adorable.

“You handled that well,” Elliott said as you rode back towards the station, you sitting behind him on his horse with your arms wrapped around his waist.

“I’ve seen childbirth, that wasn’t dissimilar,” you replied. “I wasn’t expecting the shepherd to put his arm in the sheep, though. Or that there would be three!”

“When did a lady like you see childbirth?”

“When my brother was born.”

Elliott didn’t question you any further. When you were nearly at the station, he veered slightly from the path and helped you dismount at a treeline. He tied the horse to a secure branch, and before you could ask why you’d stopped, Elliott pushed you up against a tree and kissed you. The sun was hot, even in the shade of the trees, but his body was hotter, the heat of his desire radiating from him.

“Does watching a lamb’s birth arouse you, Elliott?” you giggled when he pulled back slightly to look down as he unbuckled his trousers.

“No, but you do,” Elliott growled. “I’ve always wanted to take a woman against a tree, spill my seed into the very ground of Australia… and I just can’t resist you any longer.”

He pulled up your skirt, pushed your bloomers past your knees, then pushed his body against yours as he slipped inside you.

Elliott was lost in the fog of his arousal, not caring much for anything but the pleasure he felt from fucking you against the rough bark of the tree. He knew your back would be red and sore later, but the thought only turned him on further. He knew that you were close enough to the path that if anyone were to travel down it, they’d hear his fierce grunts from between the trees, though you were hidden from sight. But he didn’t care about that - even if someone were to pass by, what would it matter? This land was his, and for the next week, your cunt was his too and if he wanted to fuck you on his land, there was nothing anybody could do to stop him.

He was just about aware enough to pull out of you before he came, and he thought all his Christmases must have come at once when you reached out and finished him off with your hand, even making sure to aim his cockhead towards the earth so that his seed splattered on the ground, just as he’d told you he always wanted to do.

Back at the station, you sat in the lounge of Elliott’s house with a book while he got some jobs done. Some time in the afternoon, you heard a commotion outside, and you peered through the curtains to see that a wagon had arrived from town.

You put your book down and stepped out onto the porch, securing a bonnet on your head to protect yourself from the sun, and watched as the men unloaded themselves and some luggage from the wagon. Elliott approached the men and started talking to a man who was holding a very long gun - the gunman he’d been expecting, you surmised.

“We found a boy too, sir,” said one of the men. He gave a hand to a boy who was still in the wagon and helped him down. “Got him cheap off some fella from Sydney.”

“Good news all round!” Elliott replied, tipping his hat to the boy. “Welcome to my station, kid. My name’s Elliott Marston, I run this place. What’s your name?”

“Tommy, sir. Tommy [L/n].”

Your heart skipped a beat. The last time you’d heard that name was in your husband’s courtroom, summoning him to the dock for sentence…

You hurried around the wagon to get a better look. He was a few inches taller, and leaner too, but you’d recognise your baby brother anywhere.

“Tommy!” you called out.

He turned, surprised to hear someone call his name, and it took him a few moments to recognise you - after all, you were older too, and looking like a lady rather than a street urchin - but your brother’s eyes lit up all the same.

“[Y/n]!”

With a grin, and all sense of propriety thrown out the door, you ran forward and scooped your baby brother up in your arms, spinning him in the air as you both laughed with relief at seeing each other again.

You placed him down on the ground again to get a good look at him.

“Look at you, you’re so big! And strong too, look at those arms —”

“I almost didn’t recognise you! You look so fancy! Why are you out here?”

The story of how you’d come to marry the man who’d sent Tommy here, who also happened to be the cousin of his new boss, you decided would have to come later, when you were alone. Instead, you looked up at Elliott and explained with a grin, “Elliott, this is my brother!”

Elliott raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking between the two of you. You’d never looked much alike, and now with the differences in class between you, you looked even less like siblings than ever.

“Is he now? Well, that’s a coincidence and a half. How about you two run along and have a catch up? I’ve got a few questions to ask of Mr Quigley here, then I’ll come see you about what you’ll be doing for me, Tommy.”

“Yes, sir,” said Tommy.

“Thank you, Elliott!” you said with a grin. You kissed him on the cheek, then took Tommy’s hand and ushered him inside, eager to hear all about what your baby brother had been up to for the last two years.

“Are you married to Mr Marston now?” Tommy asked as you closed the door behind you and set about grabbing the two of you some water to stay hydrated while you caught up.

“No, I’m married to his cousin. My husband’s in town, he’ll be here in a few days.”

“Can I meet him?”

You hesitated. “…Maybe.”

You handed Tommy some water, which he gulped down gratefully, then you turned the conversation to him, anxious to hear about how he’d been for the last two years. He told you about the last farm he’d worked on, which by the sounds of it had gone well until it was destroyed in a fire. The pastoralist had brought Tommy and the rest of his men who hadn’t died in the fire to Melbourne to sell them off in an attempt to recoup some of the money he’d lost, and that was where Elliott’s men had bought him.

“Does your husband have money? Do you think he could buy me from Mr Marston, then I could come live with you?” Tommy asked eagerly.

“I - I don’t know,” you replied hesitantly. “We’re only here temporarily and I don’t know if you’d be allowed to leave Australia, even if he paid for you. That’s something you’d have to ask him.”

You knew William would do most anything for you, but allowing a criminal to come back from Australia early - even if he was your brother - would be a lot to ask of him.

Just then, Elliott poked his head through the door.

“[Y/n]! We’ll be having dinner with Mr Quigley soon, so get yourself ready. Tommy, come with me, I’ll give you a quick tour of the station.”

You knew that it was important to Elliott that the dinner with Quigley went right, so you made sure to wash yourself up and wear the nicest dress you had with you. Sometimes William had people over for dinner, usually higher up judges and ministers that he wanted to impress, and he always kept you out of sight. He said it was because he didn’t want any of them to look at you hungrily, but you thought perhaps it was so you didn’t embarrass him with your lesser education.

You were flattered, then, that Elliott wanted you at this dinner and you wanted to do your best for him, to prove that you weren’t an embarrassment. You entered the dining room just as Elliott and Quigley were sitting down, and Elliott smiled when he saw you enter, his eyes lighting up when he saw the effort you’d made.

“Ah, and here’s our dinner companion now. [Y/n], this is Matthew Quigley, my new sharpshooter. Mr Quigley, this is Lady [Y/n] Turpin.”

Quigley looked at you in surprise. “A Lady? Forgive me, my Lady, we don’t have your sort where I come from. Am I supposed to bow?”

You smiled good-naturedly as you took your seat to Elliott’s left. “Of course not. And just [Y/n] is fine.”

Elliott reached over and gave your hand a squeeze. “[Y/n] here’s staying with me for a few days while her husband sorts some business out back in Melbourne. I’ll be sad to see her go, she’s been excellent company.”

You blushed, and fortunately Elliott’s manservant chose that moment to enter with the food, otherwise you might have had to answer some very awkward questions about the nature of your relationship with Elliott.

You were mostly quiet during the dinner, but you listened as Elliott talked about his passion for the American West, his guns, and the mint jelly he’d made himself. You loved how passionate he was, and you blushed when he put his hand over yours and squeezed as he talked. At one point, he paused eating his own dinner to help you cut a particularly tough piece of your lamb steak.

“Tell me about the dingoes,” Quigley said once the three of you had finished eating. “Ten pound a month shooting wild dogs seems like a whole lot for not much.”

Elliott turned to you and rested his hand on yours. “[Y/n], darling, would you excuse us? It seems it’s time to talk business.”

“Of course.”

You stood, gave Quigley a polite curtsy, and kissed Elliott on the cheek before heading outside.

You found Tommy sitting outside with the men, finishing up a dinner of their own, and they fell quiet when you approached. Elliott had warned them not to treat you like a whore, and they apparently knew no other way to treat a woman, so they opted for not talking to you at all. Tommy, however, grinned when he saw you approaching.

“Hey [Y/n]! How’s it going in there?”

“I wouldn’t know, they saved their business talk for after I left. He seemed nice enough, though. What’ve you had for dinner?”

“I think it’s rabbit,” Tommy replied thoughtfully, looking at the bones left on his plate. “What’d you have?”

“Lamb. I think —”

You were interrupted by a sudden smash, and everyone whipped their heads around towards the source of the sound just in time to see Elliott hit the ground, having apparently been thrown through the door.

Everyone ran towards him, the men pulling out their guns to apprehend the assailant and you running to Elliott’s aid.

Elliott pushed himself to his feet and raised a hand to keep everyone back.

“No, stay right where you are!”

He locked eyes with you, your brow creased with concern, and he shook his head.

“I’m fine,” he insisted before turning back towards the house. “No man knocks me out of my own house.”

He stormed back in, but a few moments later, he came out again in the exact same way, landing hard on the ground.

Elliott looked back at the gathered crowd. For a long moment, nobody moved. Elliott looked around at his men with exasperation then said, “Don’t just stand there. Get him!”

He pushed himself to his feet, leaning against the beam for support and you ran to his side to examine his wounds.

“Has he got the rifle with him?” asked one man cautiously.

“He keeps it right beside him,” said another.

Elliot grabbed the first man and threw him towards the hole that was once the door. “I said, get him!”

The man crouched by the opening, listening for movement. Inside, a candle was extinguished, leaving Quigley in the dark.

“He’s just sitting in there with that big gun,” said the man from his vantage point.

Another smash came from within the house as Quigley turned the table on its side to use as a barricade. The men spread out, more emerged from buildings with guns in hand, and Elliott pulled you away from the house.

“Elliott, what happened?”

“Man’s a lunatic, that’s what happened! You need to get yourself to safety,” Elliott insisted, but you shook your head.

“But Elliott, you’re bleeding —”

“And you’ll be bleeding worse if you get shot! Go, hide in one of the buildings, and get Tommy safe too.”

You still hesitated. You didn’t want to leave him, not just because he was injured, but because he was the only safety you had in this place.

“Go, [Y/n]. That’s an order.” He stroked the side of your face affectionately. “Let me keep you safe.”

You finally conceded and left, grabbing Tommy by the hand and pulling him behind one of the buildings.

You winced, waiting for the sound of gunfire, but it never came. There was another smash from inside the house, quieter this time, and you peeked around the side of the building to see Elliott’s manservant dragging an unconscious Quigley out into the open.

“What shall we do with him, Mr Marston?” asked one of the men.

“Shall we shoot him?” asked another.

You watched as Elliott walked up to Quigley and nudged him with his foot. Quigley rolled onto his back, apparently just about still conscious.

“Show him some of that hospitality you showed him in Melbourne, Coogan,” Elliott declared. The men clapped each other on the backs in excitement and Elliott retreated to his porch and watched as his men circled Quigley and began laughing and kicking him.

You ran up to Elliott, keeping a careful distance from his hollering men.

“Elliott, what are they doing?”

The look in Elliott’s eyes frightened you. He looked just about ready to kill Quigley himself, but when he turned his attention to you, his eyes softened. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close. You instinctively buried your head in his shoulder, as if the closer you were to him, the safer you’d be.

“They’re teaching him a lesson, [Y/n],” Elliott said in a low voice. “No one disobeys me.”

“They’re not gonna kill him, are they?”

Just then, one of the women who’d arrived in the wagon earlier ran into the circle and jumped, screaming, onto one of the men, who easily knocked her out and threw her on top of Quigley’s unconscious body.

“Wait here, sweetheart.”

Elliott kissed the top of your head then approached the men, who parted to let him through.

“Throw him in the wagon,” you heard him decide. “Haul him two days from here and dump him. Let Australia kill him.”

 As the men hurried to obey Elliott’s orders, he stormed back towards the house, where you were anxiously waiting for him on the porch. The glass crunched beneath his feet and he turned back to his men.

“And get this glass cleaned up! If [Y/n] gets even a sliver of a cut it’ll be half portion dinners for all of you!”

He beckoned you inside and you followed, treading carefully over the broken glass. Inside, the manservant was cleaning up the mess Quigley had made when he turned the table over. Elliott walked past him without acknowledgment, then headed into the lounge to sit himself on the sofa with a sigh.

You went into the kitchen, and when you emerged with a cloth and a bowl of water to clean him up, the frown on Elliott’s face melted into a smile.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said with a weary sigh. “A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be exposed to the ugliness of men like Quigley. If I’d known what kind of man he is…”

“I’ve seen worse,” you said truthfully as you began gently dabbing the wet cloth on his face to wash away the blood.

“You are a peculiar woman, [Y/n],” Elliott commented with mild amusement. “Lady Turpin, wife to the formidable Judge Turpin… who’s seen blood and brawls, rats and childbirth. Is London really so bad these days that even the gentry are exposed to the scum of the world?”

“I told you why my brother was transported,” you said quietly. You washed out the cloth, gave Elliott’s face one last wipe for good measure, then set to examining the tears in the cloth of his shirt. “I’ll need to take this off so I can see if you’ve got cuts on your arms.”

Elliott smirked. “You just want me to take my shirt off, don’t you?”

“You fell onto broken glass!” you insisted.

“Relax, [Y/n], I’m joking. Here.”

He pulled his waistcoat off, then let you unbutton his shirt.

“Remind me about your brother.”

You glanced up at him. You’d hoped to distract him from the topic by taking his shirt off, but no such luck.

“He stole a loaf of bread. We were starving. I - we…” You paused, sighing. “I wasn’t always a Lady, Elliott. I climbed the ranks of society when I married William. When we met, I was nothing. Just a - a seamstress’s assistant, begging Lord Turpin for my brother’s life. He’d have been sent to the gallows otherwise.”

“And so he married you?”

“Well, at first he… kept me. As a - a personal whore.” You blushed, unable to look Elliott in the eye as you dispelled the image he had in his mind of you as an innocent Lady. “But over time… we fell in love. He was going to marry his ward, Johanna, but she betrayed him for a sailor and he wanted a wife who loved him. So he married me.”

You bit your lip anxiously and finally looked up at Elliott, who was looking at you with a curious look on his face, and you weren’t sure if he was going to throw you out into the Australian wilderness along with Quigley.

“You gave yourself to a man you didn’t know… in order to save your brother’s life?”

“Well… yes. Although if he’d promised me nothing in return, only taken me because he wanted to, I’d have not had much choice. He takes what he wants, just as you do. I’m very grateful I was able to at least save Tommy at the same time.”

Elliott raised a hand to cup your cheek, his thumb gently tracing your cheekbone as if to check you were real.

“You are… remarkably brave.”

You blushed. You hadn’t been sure how Elliott would react to knowing the truth, but that certainly wasn’t what you’d have expected.

You were about to speak when Elliott laughed.

 “I’m sorry, I seem to have smudged some blood on your cheek.”

He took the wet cloth from you, washed the blood from his hands, then gently wiped the smudge from your cheek.

“There. All better. It should be my seed on your face, not my blood.”

You blushed, which made him laugh again.

“I believe you were taking my shirt off.”

“I - yes,” you stammered. You helped him ease the shirt from his shoulders, trying not to get too distracted by his chest as you examined him for cuts.

His chest and arms seemed fine, but when you asked him to lean forward, you saw he had an array of cuts on his back.

“It’s pretty nasty back here. You might be best off getting in the bath if you have the water.”

“First my shirt comes off, now you want me naked and wet. You needn’t make excuses, [Y/n].”

All the same, Elliott stood, poked his head into the dining room and instructed the manservant to draw him a bath. You sat yourself on the sofa and pointed to the floor in front of you.

“You’ve got some glass still in your skin. Sit here facing away, I’ll get it out.”

“Facing away? Are you sure?” Elliott said with a glint in his eye as he followed your instructions. “If I face you, it’ll be much easier to lick your gorgeous cunt.”

“That’s no way to speak to me when I’m picking glass out of your skin,” you said, glad he couldn’t see you blushing as you carefully pulled out the first shard. “If you distract me, I might push it back in by accident.”

“That’s true, and we don’t want you to take longer than necessary. I really do fancy that bath actually, and I’d like you to join me. I’m sure your back must be pretty beaten up too after our little escapade in the trees earlier.”

“I think my dress took most of it. I appreciate your concern, though, and I’ll gladly join you. I haven’t had a bath in months. Some people bathed in the sea during the journey but you need to be able to swim. William can swim, of course, so I just watched him.” You smiled, remembering the sight of your husband in his striped swimwear, soaking wet, climbing back onto the ship. One would almost be forgiven for thinking he was an ordinary man.

Elliott turned slightly to look over his shoulder at you.

“Do you truly love him?”

Your hand almost slipped in surprise at the audacity of the question.

“Of course I do! I love my husband more than anything! Serving him is the only thing that matters in my life.” You huffed. “Now stay still, I need to get the rest of this glass out.”

Elliott didn’t ask you anything more about William, and when the bath was ready and the glass picked from Elliott’s back, he led you into the bathroom and helped you unlace your dress.

“Mmm… the chance to see that beautiful body of yours all wet and shining, pressed up against me… it’s worth any number of cuts on my back.”

“You don’t need to get yourself cut up to get my clothes off, Elliott,” you said coyly.

Elliott grabbed the loosened neckline of your dress and pulled it down. He groaned with desire when your breasts popped out, his hands immediately wrapping around your chest to fondle them.

“‘I love my husband more than anything,’” he quoted at you mockingly. “Yet here you are getting your tits out for me.”

You turned your head away from him, not wanting him to see the upset on your face.

“I’m here because he told me to. If I had my choice, I’d still be in Melbourne with him.”

“Mmm, and what sort of husband does that make him, huh?” Elliott taunted, his hand leaving your breast to push your skirt down further and slide underneath your bloomers. “Getting you out the way, keeping you busy by offering up your most skilful services… how many whores do you think he’s had since we left Melbourne?”

Elliott was lucky he had you trapped in his arms, or else you might have slapped him.

“I’ve changed my mind. Perhaps you ought to have your bath alone.”

You tried to extract yourself from Elliott’s grip, but he was stronger than you, and he just held you tighter.

“Ah-ah-ah. I don’t think so. You said it yourself - you give me your body because your husband ordered it. And you wouldn’t want to disobey him, now, would you? No… no, I think I’ll take you right here, over the bathtub.”

He pushed you forward, forcing you to bend over the bathtub, your arse in the air while you grabbed onto the opposite edge to stop yourself from going head-first into the steaming water.

You braced yourself for the inevitable intrusion between your legs, but it never came. Elliott just stood behind you, breathing heavily, and you had no idea what he was doing or what he was thinking. Moments dragged, then finally Elliott groaned in frustration and, to your surprise, pulled you up straight again.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered against your ear, his breath hot on your cheek. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…”

He sighed, apparently lost for words.

“You’re not a whore. Nor are you my wife. I promised I’d only take what’s freely given, and I’m a man of my word. I won’t… I won’t do that to you.”

He took a step back, freeing you from the enclosure he’d locked you in between his body and the bathtub.

“Go on, you can go…”

You turned around, and to your surprise Elliott seemed embarrassed, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Who’s gonna clean the blood off your back?”

He shrugged, as if the answer was unimportant. You shook your head and pushed your skirt and bloomers to the floor, followed quickly by your shoes. Elliott watched, confused, as you undressed yourself then slid into the bath, sitting at the end with your legs open for him to climb in with you.

“Come on, then,” you said.

Elliott stripped, then climbed into the bath with you, fitting neatly between your legs with his back to you so you could begin gently sponging down his back.

“You’re a very compassionate person, [Y/n],” Elliott said quietly. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

“No. What does that word mean?”

“It means you’re kind. Even to those who don’t deserve it.”

“Everyone deserves kindness. Even those who don’t believe they deserve it. Perhaps especially them.”

Elliott wished he could embrace you, but he settled for placing his hand on your knee. He was glad you couldn’t see his face, because you might have seen the anguish on his furrowed brow, his desperate attempt to stop himself falling in love with you. But how could he not, when he almost lost control and your response was to wash his back? The joy he’d seen in your eyes when you saw the lambs’ birth, the devilish smile you gave him when you tried to be shy even as lust coursed through you, the joy on your face when you saw your brother again and the kindness with which you treated everyone you came across, even him. You’d seen him be thrown out of his own house and sentence men to their deaths, he’d almost forced himself on you over the bathtub, and yet… here you were, cleaning the wounds on his back.

As far as he was concerned, you were an angel sent to him, and by god he was going to treasure you for the rest of his life.

He just had to get your pesky husband out of the way first.

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April 1, 2024

I want love but I feel unworthy.

I wanna wash away my mistakes but my hands feel dirty.

I wanna be patient but I’m already thirty.

I wanna tell my family but I don’t want them to worry.

I wanna get to the destination, fuck this uphill journey.

I wanna feel confident but my insides feel murky.

I come from a family that doesn’t express dark emotions.

And I’m repeating the pattern by escaping across oceans.

California’s too capitalist - maybe - just maybe! - if it wasn’t for the prices,

I would have stayed in the Bay Area and done hella tight shit.

Despite my roaming, I really do love my home.

Every time I return I’m reminded just how much I’ve grown.

Is this shit that I’m living all to make me realize

That Ventura’s got potential and I’ll help make it rise?

So that’s what I’ll do? After Australia, go back?

By then, maybe my brain will stop feeling so whack.

In future hindsight, when friends inquire, oh what will I tell them?

“How were your travels? The festivals?” Ah, the hell w/em.

The truth is my lack of flow has been a constant obsession.

It feels like my personality has gone through a regression.

What’s easiest is to hide my turbulent emotions with a smile.

Inside, the search for meaning perseveres, feeling longer than the Nile.

Always changing directions has me feeling like shit.

I must find my focus, the discipline to commit.

What do I want? A family. Security. Joy. Laughter.

Consistent community. A good job that matters.

A nook to read books full of cozy blankets and candles.

Card games, a shoe rack, someone to caress my love handles.

I ought to stop lying when people ask how I am.

I’m sad and I’m lost and I feel like a sham.

Constant worries about money torment my head.

It takes me an hour to get out of bed.

A laughter yoga workshop makes me wanna cry.

Even weed’s stopped helping - I’m low when I’m high.

So what is it? This funk, this era, this time?

To force me back to writing, remember to rhyme?

If so - then LOOK. I’m DOING it, OK?

Will sharing my feelings make the problem go away?

I’ve been banged on my head again and again.

If I was a bear, I’d crawl straight to my den.

There, nobody’d bother me and I’d have a look

Deep inside myself, meditate, and probably write a book.

About a woman who presented so happy go lucky

And underneath hid fear, like a cute abandoned puppy.

Afterword:

During the year I lived in Melbourne, I struggled to find a job that could support myself and the year long program I committed to. This and the dreadful weather lead to me spending much of my time at home, avoiding spending and the cold. Now that I’m traveling I’m feeling much better, yet, I find it hard to carry a conversation and banter with those around me. There is something in me that’s blocked or needs processing or something, which is the confusion I speak about. On May 27th I’ll attend a 10 day Vipassana silent meditation retreat, which I’m hoping will help. Let’s see how I go. Thanks for reading y’all, love to you <3

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Understanding Asthma: Breathing Life into Awareness

Asthma is more than just a health condition-it’s a daily reality for millions of people around the world. Characterized by inflamed airways, asthma can cause episodes of wheezing, breathlessness, and coughing, which, if unmanaged, can disrupt lives. While there’s no cure, effective management can help individuals lead fulfilling lives. If you or someone you love is grappling with asthma, this guide is here to shed light on its causes, symptoms, and the importance of seeking expert care.

Dr. Prashant Saxena is Senior Director & Head Pulmonology, Critical Care and Sleep Medicine Fortis Hospital, Vasant Kunj, Delhi and Fortis Hospital, Gurugram. He underwent Fellowship training in Westmead & Liverpool Hospitals, Sydney, Australia. He is an expert in the field of Interventional Pulmonology & Critical Care.

What is Asthma?

Asthma is a chronic respiratory condition where the airways in the lungs become inflamed and narrowed, often producing extra mucus. This leads to breathing difficulties, especially during an “asthma attack.” Triggers vary from person to person and can include allergens, exercise, cold air, or even stress. While asthma affects individuals of all ages, it often begins in childhood.

Recognizing Asthma Symptoms

Early recognition and intervention can make a significant difference. Common symptoms include:

Shortness of breath: Difficulty in catching your breath, especially after physical activity.

Wheezing: A whistling or squeaky sound while breathing.

Chest tightness: A feeling of pressure or squeezing in the chest.

Coughing: Persistent coughing, particularly at night or early morning.

If you or a loved one is experiencing these symptoms frequently, it may be time to consult the best pulmonologist in Delhi or Gurgaon for a thorough evaluation.

Common Triggers and Causes

Asthma doesn’t have a singular cause, but certain factors can increase the likelihood of developing it. These include:

Genetics: A family history of asthma or other allergic conditions.

Environmental factors: Exposure to allergens like pollen, dust mites, mold, or pet dander.

Lifestyle factors: Smoking, both active and passive, can significantly worsen symptoms.

Weather changes: Extreme cold or humidity can act as triggers.

Managing Asthma: Steps Towards Better Breathing

Managing asthma requires a multi-faceted approach. Here’s how you can take control:

Identify and Avoid Triggers: Work with your doctor to pinpoint your triggers and reduce exposure.

Medications: Use prescribed inhalers or medications to manage symptoms and prevent attacks.

Asthma Action Plan: Develop a personalized plan with your doctor for managing symptoms and emergencies.

Regular Check-ups: Staying in touch with a pulmonologist ensures your treatment plan is effective.

FAQs About Asthma

To engage with our readers, here are answers to some common questions about asthma:

Q: Can asthma develop later in life? A: Yes, asthma can develop at any age. Adult-onset asthma is often triggered by environmental factors, illnesses, or stress.

Q: Are all inhalers the same? A: No, inhalers are tailored to individual needs. Some are for immediate relief (rescue inhalers), while others are used daily for long-term control. Always follow your doctor’s prescription.

Q: Can I exercise with asthma? A: Absolutely! Regular exercise can improve lung function. However, consult your doctor for advice on managing exercise-induced symptoms.

Q: Is asthma contagious? A: No, asthma is not contagious. It’s a chronic condition influenced by genetic and environmental factors.

Fun Facts About Asthma

People with asthma include famous athletes and public figures who’ve achieved remarkable feats despite their condition.

Asthma awareness ribbons are gray, symbolizing clean air and healthy lungs.

Regular yoga and breathing exercises can complement asthma management by reducing stress and improving lung capacity.

Seeking the Right Care

Living with asthma doesn’t mean you have to compromise on the quality of your life. The key lies in seeking expert care. If you’re in Delhi or Gurgaon, finding the best pulmonologist can make a world of difference. They will guide you in managing symptoms, understanding triggers, and achieving optimal lung health. A compassionate specialist can ensure you never feel alone on this journey.

A Life Beyond Limits

Asthma might be a part of your story, but it doesn’t define you. With the right information and support, you can take charge of your health and live your life to the fullest. If you’re searching for trusted care, don’t hesitate to reach out to an experienced pulmonologist in your area.

Breathing is life. Let’s ensure every breath counts.

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AUDNZD Ranging Market: Ninja Tactics for Smart Traders The Secret Sauce to AUDNZD in a Ranging Market: Ninja-Level Tactics Have you ever stared at your AUDNZD chart, watching price bounce up and down like a toddler on a sugar high, and wondered, "Is there a method to this madness?" Congratulations, you've found the elusive ranging market—the forex Bermuda Triangle where most traders get lost. But stick with me, and I’ll show you the insider secrets to dominate this range like a ninja sneaking through shadows. Ready? Let’s make ranging markets work for you. What Is AUDNZD’s Secret Obsession with Ranging? First, let’s address the elephant in the room: why does AUDNZD, of all pairs, love to range? - Economically Similar Cousins: Australia and New Zealand share geographic proximity, trade ties, and similar economic policies. This often leads to a lack of strong trends because their economies move together like synchronized swimmers. - Low Volatility Pair: AUDNZD rarely makes headline-worthy moves. If EURUSD is the action hero, AUDNZD is the chill yoga instructor sipping green tea. - Lack of Dominant Fundamentals: Unless there’s a major central bank surprise (looking at you, RBA and RBNZ), the pair tends to drift. The bottom line? AUDNZD often ranges—and that’s where the hidden opportunities lie. Why Most Traders Lose Money in a Ranging Market Here’s the thing: most traders treat ranging markets like a breakout waiting to happen. Spoiler alert: it’s not. Instead of playing the range, they chase imaginary trends and end up getting stopped out faster than you can say, "What just happened?" Here’s why they fail: - Misreading Support and Resistance: They fail to identify the range boundaries accurately. - Greed vs. Discipline: Traders aim for home runs instead of settling for small, consistent wins. - Lack of a Game Plan: No strategy = no survival in the forex jungle. But don’t worry—I’ve got a game plan for you. How to Trade AUDNZD Like a Pro in a Ranging Market If you’re ready to turn AUDNZD’s sideways dance into a consistent money-maker, here are ninja-level tactics to use: 1. Define the Range (No Guesswork Allowed) The first rule of a ranging market? Know your boundaries. - Use the 4-hour or daily chart to identify clear support (the floor) and resistance (the ceiling). - Look for price to test these levels multiple times without breaking through. Pro Tip: If price respects a range at least three times, congratulations, you’ve found a valid range. 2. Enter at the Extremes The golden rule? Buy low, sell high—but with precision. - Buy at support and sell at resistance. Simple? Yes. Effective? Also yes. - Add confirmation using tools like the RSI or Stochastic Oscillator to spot overbought and oversold conditions. Insider Ninja Move: Place your stop-loss just outside the range to avoid getting caught in fakeouts—you know, those pesky traps set by market makers. 3. Take Profit Early and Often Ranging markets reward traders who aim for small, consistent wins. - Don’t get greedy. Set realistic take-profit targets, ideally around 70-80% of the range width. - Use partial profit-taking to secure gains while letting the rest of the position ride. Quick Analogy: Trading ranges is like grabbing cookies from a jar—take a few, not the whole jar, or you’ll get caught (and stopped out). 4. Watch for Fake Breakouts Breakouts are the bane of range traders—but also their greatest opportunity. - If price briefly spikes outside the range and then returns, it’s a fake breakout. - Ninja Tactic: Enter trades in the opposite direction of the fake breakout, targeting the other end of the range. Example: If price breaks above resistance but snaps back inside the range, sell at resistance with a tight stop. 5. Use Volume as Your Secret Weapon Volume can tell you whether a breakout is legit or a trap. - Low volume during a breakout? Fakeout alert. - High volume with momentum? You might be witnessing a trend shift. Tool of Choice: Use the Volume Profile to spot high-activity zones within the range. Case Study: AUDNZD Range Domination Let’s break it down with an example: - Range Identified: AUDNZD bounces between 1.0800 (support) and 1.0900 (resistance). - Setup: Price tests resistance at 1.0900 with RSI showing overbought conditions. - Entry: Sell at 1.0900 with a stop-loss at 1.0925. - Target: Take profit at 1.0830 (near support). Result: A clean, low-stress trade with a 2:1 reward-to-risk ratio. Rinse and repeat. Bonus Tips to Level Up Your Range Trading - Stay Patient: Ranges take time. Wait for price to hit the extremes before entering. - Trade the News: Watch out for RBA and RBNZ announcements, as they can break ranges. - Size Your Positions Wisely: Use smaller lot sizes to accommodate wider stop-loss placements. - Combine Tools: Add Bollinger Bands to visually confirm range boundaries and overextensions. - Keep It Simple: Don’t clutter your chart with 17 indicators—support, resistance, and a couple of confirmations are all you need. Why AUDNZD Ranges Are Gold Mines for Smart Traders Most traders overlook AUDNZD because it’s not flashy. But savvy traders know that ranging markets are a gold mine for low-risk, high-reward trades. - Low Volatility: Predictable price movements mean cleaner setups. - Consistent Opportunities: Ranges often hold for weeks or months, offering multiple entries. - Easy to Master: With the right tools and mindset, range trading becomes second nature. Final Thoughts: Master the Range, Master the Market Ranging markets don’t have to be boring—not if you know how to exploit them. With AUDNZD, the key is patience, precision, and a ninja-like approach to entries and exits. Treat ranges like opportunities to stack small wins, and you’ll be laughing all the way to the (trading) bank. Want to learn more ninja-level tactics? Check out these resources: - Stay Updated with Forex News - Free Forex Courses for Advanced Strategies - Join Our Elite Trading Community —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated Read the full article

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Wholesale Tight Woman Workout Yoga Clothing

This women’s maroon yoga leggings is constructed using superior materials and leading-edge technology by a skilled design team. Coming with a wide flat elastic waistband, it offers the ultimate comfort and flexibility to the wearer during a yoga class. The moisture-wicking properties soak sweat in no time and the antibacterial properties keep the wearer fresh.

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Why You Should Buy Magnesium Oil for Your Post-Workout Routine

Whether you're hitting the gym for a powerlifting session, running those miles on the treadmill, or unwinding with a yoga class, one thing’s for sure: your body deserves some serious TLC afterwards. Enter magnesium oil—the post-workout essential you didn’t know you needed. In this blog, we’ll dive into why you should buy magnesium oil in Australia and how it can become your best friend in recovery.

What Exactly is Magnesium Oil?

Magnesium oil isn’t an oil—mind-blowing, right? It’s a highly concentrated form of magnesium chloride dissolved in water, creating an oily texture. When applied to the skin, it’s absorbed directly into the bloodstream, bypassing the digestive system and getting to work quickly.

"Magnesium is involved in over 300 biochemical reactions in the body, making it a superstar mineral that your body needs to function at its best.

1. Fast Muscle Recovery

DOMS (delayed onset muscle soreness) is no joke. We’ve all had that day-after-workout pain that makes us rethink every life choice, right? Magnesium oil can help speed muscle recovery by relaxing tight, overworked muscles and reducing inflammation.

When you buy magnesium oil, you’re investing in quicker recovery times. Just massage it into those aching areas post-workout, and you’ll notice less stiffness and soreness, helping you return to the gym faster than ever.

2. Reduces Muscle Cramps and Spasms

Magnesium plays a critical role in regulating muscle contractions, so using magnesium oil post-workout can help prevent cramps and spasms from occurring later on.

If you experience frequent muscle cramps after your workout, it might be time to buy magnesium oil. It gives your muscles the fuel they need to stay relaxed and cramp-free.

3. Eases Stress and Promotes Better Sleep

Let’s not forget: recovery isn’t just physical—it’s mental, too. After a long, intense workout, your mind needs to unwind. Magnesium is often called the "relaxation mineral" because it helps calm your nervous system and supports better sleep.

A little magnesium oil can be a game-changer for tossing and turning after an evening workout. Just rub some into your legs or back before bed, and let the calming effects take over. Another reason to buy magnesium oil? It's the perfect post-workout wind-down.

4. Replenishes Lost Magnesium Levels

Did you know that sweating depletes your magnesium levels? It’s true! Sweating during a workout, you lose water and essential electrolytes, including magnesium. Low magnesium levels can lead to fatigue, muscle weakness, and cramping—all things we don’t want post-exercise.

Applying magnesium oil after working out replenishes what’s lost, helping to restore your body’s balance. So, if you want to keep your energy up and your muscles happy, it’s time to buy magnesium oil.

How to Use Magnesium Oil in Your Post-Workout Routine

The beauty of magnesium oil is in its simplicity. All you have to do is spray or rub it onto your skin. Focus on sore or tight areas, like your legs, shoulders, or back. It’s best to apply it after a shower when your pores are open, allowing the magnesium to be absorbed more efficiently.

Pro Tip: If you’re new to magnesium oil, start with a small amount. Some people initially experience a tingling sensation, which usually disappears after a few uses.

The Perfect Pair for Your Workout Gear

Your post-workout routine is as important as the workout itself. Alongside your protein shakes and stretching, incorporating magnesium oil is a smart move to ensure your muscles recover quicker and stay strong. Whether you're a weekend warrior or a dedicated fitness enthusiast, adding this mineral-rich oil to your post-exercise plan is necessary.

Conclusion 

We all want to make the most of our workouts without dealing with the dreaded muscle soreness and fatigue afterwards. Including magnesium oil in your recovery regimen gives your body the extra care it needs to perform at its peak.

So, why wait? Make your post-workout recovery a breeze, and buy magnesium oil today. Your muscles will thank you, your sleep will improve, and you’ll be ready to crush your next session easily!

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Find the Perfect Fit with Femmeline’s Plus-Size Sports Bra Sale in Australia

At Femmeline, we believe every woman deserves to feel confident, supported, and comfortable, whether she’s working out or going about her daily routine. That’s why we’re excited to announce our Plus-Size Sports Bra Sale, offering a wide selection of bras that combine the best in design, functionality, and comfort. With a focus on size inclusivity, Femmeline is your go-to destination for high-quality plus-size sports bras in Australia.

Why Femmeline?

When it comes to sports bras, the perfect fit isn’t just about comfort—it’s about performance. Femmeline understands the unique needs of plus-size women and creates bras that provide optimal support, whether you’re running, cycling, or enjoying a yoga class. Our collection is designed to support all your active needs without compromising on style or comfort.

Here’s why Femmeline stands out:

Tailored for Curves: We specialize in providing bras that cater to all sizes, particularly for those looking for plus-size bras. Our designs offer fuller coverage, wider straps, and more supportive underbands, giving you the perfect fit for any activity.

Quality Fabrics: At Femmeline, we only use high-performance fabrics that provide moisture-wicking, breathability, and flexibility. Whether you’re sweating it out at the gym or lounging at home, our bras are made to keep you dry, comfortable, and supported all day long.

Variety of Styles: We know that one size doesn’t fit all, and neither do sports bra styles. Whether you prefer a high-impact sports bra for intense workouts or a more relaxed style for everyday wear, Femmeline has a wide range of options to suit your needs and personal style.

Fashion Meets Function: No longer do you need to choose between a stylish sports bra and one that works. Our bras are designed to be both functional and fashionable, with sleek designs and bold colors that will have you feeling confident wherever you go.

Shop the Femmeline Plus-Size Sports Bra Sale

Now is the perfect time to stock up on high-quality sports bras at amazing prices. With our sports bra sale, you can get the support you need without breaking the bank. From medium to high-impact options, Femmeline’s sale features a range of styles designed to suit your every need.

Tips for Choosing the Right Sports Bra

If you’re new to buying plus-size sports bras or looking to update your collection, here are a few tips to ensure you choose the right one:

Consider Your Activity Level: If you’re doing high-intensity workouts like running or HIIT, look for a high-impact sports bra with more structured support and a secure fit. For low-impact activities like yoga or walking, a medium-impact sports bra might be more comfortable.

Look for Adjustable Straps: Adjustable straps give you the flexibility to find a fit that works for your body, ensuring maximum comfort and support.

Check the Band Fit: The band should feel snug around your rib cage, offering most of the support. If it rides up or is too tight, it might not be the right fit.

Choose the Right Material: Breathable, moisture-wicking fabrics like polyester or spandex keep you cool and dry while offering the flexibility you need for movement.

Why Buy Plus-Size Sports Bras Online?

Shopping for plus-size bras in-store can be frustrating, with limited options or styles that don’t meet your specific needs. By shopping online with Femmeline, you have access to a wide variety of plus-size bras from the comfort of your home. Plus, our user-friendly website makes it easy to filter by size, style, and impact level, so you can find your perfect match in just a few clicks.

Supporting Women, One Bra at a Time

At Femmeline, we’re passionate about empowering women of all shapes and sizes to feel their best. Our plus-size sports bras are not just about support—they’re about celebrating your body and helping you achieve your fitness goals with confidence.

Don’t miss out on our Plus-Size Sports Bra Sale! Whether you’re looking for a new workout bra or simply want to upgrade your activewear collection, Femmeline is here to help you find the perfect fit.

Visit our online store today and discover why Femmeline is Australia’s leading destination for plus-size sports bras.

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Discover the Coastal Beauty: Snorkelling Gear in Sydney for Your Journey

If you don't let your worry and terror get the better of you during your snorkeling gear in Sydney, snorkelling is good for your heart's wellness. By raising your heart rate, snorkelling helps to strengthen the muscles of the heart and reduces your chance of developing conditions including high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and heart failure. Fit is the most crucial aspect to take into account when selecting a snorkelling mask since it needs to form a tight seal around your face to keep moisture outside, where it belongs.

Snorkelling is a Great Way to Socialise and Helps With Breathing

Use wetsuits in Melbourne and practice regulated breathing when snorkelling. You may improve the effectiveness and functionality of your lungs by controlling your breath and exhaling through your lips.

Although there aren't many health hazards associated with snorkelling, it's usually best to go in pairs or small groups in case you run into any difficulties in the water. This method encourages improved lung function, relaxed breathing, a calmer body, and an attentive mental state, much like yoga and meditation.

Examine Your Suit's Protection, Buoyancy, and Heating

When compared to swimming without a suit, the diver may move more quickly because of the buoyancy of the suit. The wetsuit may not have as much of an impact as a stronger swimmer. In general, the savings become more apparent over a longer distance. When wearing a wetsuit, a diver's exposure to potentially harmful environments, such as stinging creatures or jagged rock formations, is significantly reduced.

However, it's unlikely that many people have ever heard of or really seen a full-face mask in use. Despite being relatively new to the snorkelling community, these masks are revolutionising the dive and snorkel experiences. Swimming on the surface of the water might result in burns due to Australia's intense sun. Wearing a wetsuit during a dive can prevent skin burns and make the dive considerably safer.

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Boosting Your Visibility & Downloads with ASO Strategies for Fitness App Development

Fitness app development takes substantial effort, but ensuring people can actually find and download your app is just as crucial for success. This is where App Store Optimization (ASO) comes in - optimizing your app's store listing to boost visibility and drive more conversions.

With over 4 million apps vying for attention on major app stores like the Apple App Store and Google Play, standing out is enormously challenging. You need a data-driven, strategic ASO plan to improve your fitness app's rankings, visibility and ultimately, its number of downloads.

In this comprehensive blog post, we will explore proven, actionable ASO strategies and tips to apply for giving your fitness app development services a leg up in app store search.

Conduct Thorough Keyword Research

The foundation of any effective app store optimization strategy is comprehensive keyword research. Identifying the right target keywords and phrases that potential users are actually searching for when hunting for apps like yours is key. The keywords you choose to focus on through your ASO efforts should strike the right balance - sufficient monthly search volume indicating demand but relatively low competition so your fitness app can realistically rank well.

Here are some tips to keep in mind for doing systematic keyword research as part of your fitness app ASO:

Study your competitor apps that currently rank well around your targeted niche. See what keywords they are ranking for - these keywords obviously have strong potential since they have already proven successful in driving rankings for competing listings.

Make good use of Google Trends to spot rising and trending fitness related keywords that are gaining more searches. Being quick to target these emerging keywords can give you a nice early boost.

Don't just focus on generic keywords but also consider relevant long tail keyword phrases like "HIIT workout app for beginners" that are more targeted and tend to face lower competition. These long tail variants offer big potential.

Factor in location by including local keywords like "yoga app San Francisco" or "meditation app Australia" to go after geographic app demand. Location optimizations boost your visibility and relevance in specific countries and cities.

In addition to keywords themselves, research the types of fitness app related questions people are asking through search like "what is the best free workout log app?" Your content can then be optimized to answer and target these information seeking questions.

By taking a comprehensive approach to keyword research for your fitness app and analyzing both volume and competitiveness, you will be able to identify the optimal terms to target through your ASO efforts. Robust keyword research lays the groundwork for App Store Optimization success by revealing where the opportunities lie.

Craft an Optimized App Title and Description

Your app's title and description are often the first elements a potential user notices when searching for related keywords in the app stores. Optimizing these critical components for your top targeted keywords is crucial for App Store Optimization.

Tips for an Effective App Title:

Place your most important keywords towards the front of the title, since keywords included in the beginning carry more weight in App Store search algorithms. But keep your overall title succinct, clear and descriptive given tight character limits.

Include relevant keywords like "workout", "weight loss", "fitness tracker", etc to help users quickly grasp your app category and focus when scanning titles.

Use power words like "best", "ultimate", "free", "trainer" etc to add appeal and grab user attention.

Always test at least 2 to 3 short, compelling title variations with different power words, keywords placement etc. Extensive A/B testing of titles is key to determine what converts users most effectively.

Closely analyze click-through rates from App Store search results to your listing page to identify the titles that gain the most interest.

Design an Engaging, Recognizable App Icon

Your fitness app icon is essentially the face of your app across app stores. An eye-catching, memorable icon can go a long way in boosting clicks and driving more downloads. Some key considerations for designing an icon that converts:

Keep your design clean, simple and meaningful. The icon should give users a sense of what your app is about at first glance. Don't overload it.

Use bold, vibrant colors that stand out on the small canvas without clashing. Bright, attractive colors often grab more user attention.

Ensure your icon renders crisply and clearly at tiny sizes like 57x57px where it will be displayed in stores. Zooming in is important.

Text generally doesn't scale or convey much meaning. Rely on visual symbolism rather than words to communicate your app's identity and purpose.

Leverage your valuable app icon real estate to make the right impression on users browsing the app stores. Put thought into your design to maximize visual appeal. A fitting, professional-looking icon plays a role in driving conversions.

Spotlight Benefits through App Store Screenshots

Screenshots provide a window into your actual fitness app user experience. They play an integral role in convincing potential users of your app's value. Follow these best practices when deciding which screenshots to showcase:

Strategically highlight your app's core features, capabilities and strengths across the first 2-3 screenshots. Focus on visuals that convey key benefits.

Include explanatory captions like "Intuitive workout builder" to call out what each screenshot specifically demonstrates about your app.

Pick visually impressive pages like data insights, progress dashboards and innovative features to showcase in screenshots.

Remember to tailor screenshots across device types - phones, tablets, watches, TV etc. Show your app's flexibility.

Thoughtfully crafted, annotated screenshots paired with concise captions allow you to highlight the most compelling aspects of your fitness app. Invest time into creating screenshot visuals that sell.

Carefully Select Appropriate App Categories

Categorizing your app properly plays an important role in App Store Optimization by ensuring your app surfaces more often for relevant searches and gets delivered to interested users. Here are some tips for picking ideal categories:

Carefully review your keyword research and identify related categories that contain those keywords - for example, if your target keywords point to "Health & Fitness", choose that primary category.

Select sub-categories that closely match your app's specific purpose rather than vague, broad ones - "Fitness" or "Exercise" are more fitting than just "Health & Fitness".

Read category descriptions end-to-end before applying them to your app listing to confirm your app truly aligns with the category focus.

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Subject W42

CW: Guns, PTSD, Lost love, blood, bullet wounds

It was early for me by the time I got off the plane, still not used to the time change. I was given a badge that read “ALL ACCESS” before I was escorted by a security guard down a narrow, white painted hallway. The door had a military insignia emblazoned on the glass, but I didn’t recognize which division it was. The automatic door opened to a dark room that had fluorescent blue lights hanging from the tall ceilings, and the temperature set at 69 degrees Fahrenheit. The air was thick with the scent of metal and axe body spray. Doing field research in the great barrier islands, it had been a while since I had been in an actual lab, but I was pretty sure this wasn’t the smell of greatness that I had heard so much about.

Before formally entering the lab, a few young scientists showed me to a set of changing rooms to get into proper attire. This room had bright white lights hanging from the ceiling, causing me to squint as my eyes adjusted. The dim white lights made my tanned skin look darker than it was. My wavey, golden bronze hair looked redder against the stark white lab coat they insisted I wear. I was permitted to stay in my decorative black yoga pants, light blue top, and gray high-top sneakers. Looking in the full-length mirror of the dressing room, I noticed I had lost some weight, and now had a faint hourglass figure. Living like a pirate for the past three years looks good on me, I thought with a smirk.

As I walked into the lab, I didn’t mean to stand on ceremony, but I honestly had no idea who I was supposed to be meeting with. That was, until an older woman in a lab coat and stubby heels walked up to me with open arms.

“Doctor O’Dame we are so glad you’re here! Well don’t stand in the doorway, come in!” she said with a slight British accent. Even with her slender frame, her hug was strong enough to make a bear think twice. She wore thick rimmed glasses, and her mousey brown hair with slim silver streaks was tied messily in a tight bun. Her ID badge said Doctor M. Braver.  Even in heels she wasn’t too much taller than I was. Her face was a bit weathered, but her green eyes were still young. She sounded like she had drunk about ten cups of espresso that morning.

“Yes, it must have cost the company a fortune to fly me back in from Australia,” I said.

“Oh yes! The land down under,” she cooed in a fake Australian accent of her own “How is it down there, mate?”

“Quite horrid this time of year actually. Tourists come in  and mess with my studies and what not,” I said with a small laugh and a smile.

I was astonished by the machinery that surrounded me. The blinking lights, the constant clicking of keyboards, the stark brightness of computer screens. Not to mention the array of color-coded wires all leading to different ports. Catching my reflection in one of the monitors, I noticed the lights highlighted the blue flecks in my typically hazel eyes.

A siren wailed from another room, causing me to gasp quietly and start to shake slightly. I haven’t been able to go near an alarm of any kind in the past few years, especially not a fire alarm. They always hurt my ears, but after the accident, the mere mention of one made my heart race.

“Doctor O’Dame?” Doctor Braver asked.

“Yeah, sorry,” I replied, slowly centering myself back to reality. “The boat doesn’t have nearly this many-um- lights. It’s just a bit…distracting.”

“Yes, well, you get used to it after a few years. That, and the fact that no one in this damn lab knows how to make a proper cup of tea. Anyway, I have much to show you!”

She formally introduced herself and guided me around the lab, quickly catching me up on all of the work they had been doing over the years. “Our idea was that we could enhance both animal and human DNA, creating a whole new form of- “

“Super soldier?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“In a word, yes. We thought we could take each of the best elements of some of the strongest animals in the world, and transfer them to a human. Maybe not all at once but definitely over time, or one animal skill per test group.”

She continued explaining as we entered another room, decorated in the same fashion as the first, with five more rows of fancy computers and their adjoining scientists. Do these guys ever blink? I thought.

At the front of the room, there was a large sofa, a wooden table, and some clipboards and pens, on top of a platform. About six feet in front of the platform was a sheet of clear thick plexi-glass, that I’m assuming was only one way. On the other side of the glass looked like a padded prison cell. A slab of concrete for the floor, three walls made of pillows and at the very back was a steel door with a single small window near the middle.

“This Doctor O’Dame, is where you come in,” she said pleasantly as she led me up to the couch.  Another scientist then handed me a clipboard with my name at the back in glittering calligraphy:

Doctor Siena O’Dame

“We flew you in for two very important reasons.” She continued, “The first being your expertise in large mammal and human psychology. And while some argue that humans are large mammals, I can assure you that it is a very important distinction.”

As I took a seat, the sofa slowly began to move, and I saw the first product of their experiment as we glided past the cell. A man with tattoos covering his arms, wearing a black tank top, khaki cargo pants, and tan sneakers. The sofa stopped abruptly, and bright blue lettering appeared on the glass.

Jonathan Frome

Age: 26

Division: U.S. Marine

Position: Test subject B45

Status: Stable

“B45? What does that mean?” I asked.

“It means, Doctor O'Dame, that Mr. Frome was our 45th subject to be genetically manipulated with Oryctolagus Cuniculus DNA.”

“You gave him bunny DNA?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“You know your geno-types. Yes, Doctor O’Dame, he now has the keen hearing ability, similar to that of a rabbit. Combined with his human DNA, Mr. Frome can now hear in a wider range of tones and from a further distance than any human can ever dream of.”

“Remarkable,” I said, rising from my seat.

“Yes, the company spared no expense.”

“Clearly.”

Then the platform shifted again, causing me to trip back into my original place on the sofa. I wrote down some notes from each subject we passed. Each one was dressed in a similar fashion, each one looked human, and each one we passed was considered “stable.” A few even waved “hello” as we passed.

G15: Gorilla DNA, now the strongest mammal known to man; T22: Sea Turtle DNA, can hold her breath for up to eight hours; O34: Ostrich DNA, can run up to speeds of 50 miles an hour.

Before we got to the next room, near the end of the alphabet of test subjects, I asked, “Not that I’m not grateful, but you seem to have this under control. Why do you need me?”

“Because, while the transfer of DNA went well physically, some of our patients have been having a bit of a hard time adjusting psychologically. Most of the cases we were able to handle, except for one. Which brings us to the second reason why you’re here.”

The sofa moved to the next room and stopped once more.

In the dark padded room, in the very corner, sat a beast like none other I had seen. This one didn’t look human. He was covered in dark brown fur and had giant paws for hands and feet. It had ripped through its shirt, and only the top half of his pants remained. Its bowl was overflowing with cereal, and its water created a ring of rust on the metal bowl.

“You created a werewolf? An actual werewolf?” I breathed, curious as ever.

“Well…yes.” Dr. Braver responded. “And…no.”

Then the projector cast the creature’s information on the glass, and I read a name I never thought I would see again.

JUSTIN HERSHEY

AGE: 33

Division: Coast Guard, Engineer

Position: Test Subject W42

Status: Unstable, Dangerous

Tears welled in my eyes, and my breath caught in my lungs. “Justin?”

“You know this subject. What was he to you?” Doctor Braver asked.

“He…” I stroked my fingers for a ring that wasn’t there, “He was my fiancé.”

“Doctor O’Dame, I’m so sorry. I…I didn’t know.”

“It’s ok. Calling off the engagement was a mutual agreement when he shipped out on his first mission. Though, when he said he was going into the service, I never thought this was what he meant.” I went to place my hand on the cold plexi-glass. “How? How is he here? I…I went to his funeral. We… we buried a casket, I- “

“I know you must have a lot of questions- “

“Why did you bring me here?” I shouted at Doctor Braver, my blood boiling.

“Doctor, let me explain.” She said calmly, “You were listed as Mr. Hershey’s emergency contact when he first started the study. Before he underwent transformation, he never got a chance to change it. At first, we didn’t think anything would go wrong. If only we had known.”

I was at a loss for words. What was I supposed to say when I had just found out my ex- fiancé, whom I thought was dead, had been turned into a werewolf?

“I…I want to see him,” I said as I hopped off the platform.

“No, Doctor O’Dame! Wait- “

Before I could hear her warning, I headed for the door that read restricted access, and to my surprise, opened it with ease. I turned left down a narrow hallway, then left again to find myself in a much larger hallway lined with steel doors. Each door was labeled with the test subject’s ID. A55, B45, C67. It felt like a dizzying game of Bingo.

Finally, I found Justin’s door.

W42. DO NOT ENTER.

But I couldn’t resist. I had to see him for myself.

I unlocked the door with my key card, and gently pushed it open. I walked in slowly, giving my eyes time to adjust to the poorly lit space. The beast they claimed was Justin had moved from the corner I last saw him in. I slowly shuffled my way to the center of the room where the light was brightest, and stood frozen. From the darkness, I heard a deep growl rumble from behind me. My heart skipped a beat, as I slowly turned around and saw it. Two glowing teal eyes surrounded by dark fur and accented with a wicked smile of sharp white teeth. He had the body and face of a wolf, but the kindness in his eyes was still human.

I backed away slowly with my arms extended.

“Justin? It’s me. Please.”

The beast's face softened, but only for a moment. It shook its massive head, and resumed snarling at me.

“Justin. Please I-“ Like any good predator, he had backed me against a wall.  “Please.”

Then the beast pounced toward me, and I fainted.

In my subconscious, I remembered how Justin looked the last time I saw him alive. Justin was never extremely muscular, but he was strong enough for my liking. When he was human, he had messy blond hair, and pale blue eyes that drew you in.

When I finally came too, I was greeted by a bright white light, which was a bit concerning to say the least. Shortly after however, Doctor Braver came into focus.

“WHAT were you thinking? Going in there all alone? Are you mad?” She screamed at me, throwing her hands in the air.

“Completely bonkers. But that’s what makes me a great scientist,” I said, sitting up on the gurney. I noticed my right forearm was wrapped in gauze, and they had three distinct lines of blood casting a shadow on them.

“It’s what’s going to get you killed in this lab!” She scolded me, with her face scrunched as tightly as her bun. “Subject W42 is the reason you were brought here in the first place, and if you had let me finish before running off like that, I would have told you why! Subject W42-”

“Justin! His name is Justin!” I corrected through gritted teeth.

“Not anymore,” Doctor Braver said solemnly. It sent shivers down my spine thinking about what she meant.

“We attempted this experiment with other subjects. He was the only one who survived. You were almost right when you first saw him, Doctor O’Dame.” She said sitting spread eagle on a chair, “He is a werewolf. But not in the sense that he changes with the full moon, or has a feud with a sparkly vampire. No, our werewolf is something that science has never seen before. And we need you to crack him.”

“Me?”

“Yes! You see Doctor O’Dame there were moments in the experiment where, even in wolf form, he would tap your name in morse code on the door. Well, that and Harley, but we couldn’t find a ‘Harley’ with any relation to him. So, we assumed he meant like a motorcycle or boat he had.”

“Harley? He tapped Harley?”

“Yes! Does that mean something?”

“It used to. We used to joke that we were like Harley Quinn and Deadpool, because of our jobs. Him being a soldier and I being a psychologist. Not to mention the color schemes matched. So, we came up with a catchphrase of sorts. ‘Deadpool and Harley, forever and always.”

Then I remembered something I hadn’t in a very long time. The way he looked at me, the way he smiled, the way it felt when his arms were wrapped around me. Justin was only about a foot taller than I was when he was human, now he towered over me. Once again, tears welled in my eyes, but I kept them back. Then I looked down at my bandaged arm.

“I need to go back in.”

“We thought you might. So, this time, safety measures are going to be put in place. We’re going to put you both in a bigger room, and we’re going to turn on the sensors for your protection. This time, he won’t be able to hurt you.”

They had me change into my own set of black tank top and cargo shorts before they escorted me to the new room where Justin and I were to meet. The path we took to get there resembled a maze, but I guessed it was just another one of their precautions. I no longer felt like another doctor in the lab. Now, I was another test dummy for them to run experiments on.

When we reached the room, the steel door was labeled in the same fashion as the rest of them.

Caution! Experimentation in progress!

Authorized personnel only.

After the stunt I pulled with the first trial of this experiment, I was no longer “authorized personnel.”

They left me alone in front of the door, and told me to wait for further instruction.

“Whenever you’re ready Doctor O’Dame,” a voice finally said from an overhead speaker.

I grasped the handle of the metal door and took a deep breath. I opened the door slowly, and shuffled my way in. The door shut behind me and I heard it automatically lock once more. No way out.

Once again, the beast was nowhere in sight.

“Justin?” I called out. “Justin, it’s me. Siena.” I heard a small growl, and I froze once more. “Jay, I won’t let them hurt you. Just…just come on out, and we can talk. Okay?”

From the end of the room, he emerged into the light on his hind legs. His claws were almost as sharp as his teeth. He stood ten feet tall, and at least six feet wide. He had his paws crossed and his tail between his legs.

He dropped down to all fours, almost cowering before me.

“H-h-Harley?” the beast moaned in a low, gruff voice. The beast looked me up and down. When he saw my bandages, he stepped back and whimpered.  “Harley… hurt?”

“You can talk?” I said in astonishment.

The beast grunted in agreement. “I���hurt…Harley.”

“No, no! I’m ok. I know Justin would never hurt me.”

The beast recoiled at the sound of the name.

“No. Not…Justin.” The beast grunted. Every time he said Justin’s name, it seemed to pain him.

“Not Justin? Where is he?” I asked the beast inching forward.

“Justin…here.”

I inched forward even closer, “What do you mean- “

Suddenly, the wolf lunged for me once again, pushing me into the far wall of the cell, setting off the sirens and initiating the safety protocol. The sirens wailed, and my vision began to blur. Tears streamed down my face, my body began to shake, and my heart was about to beat out of my chest. I curled into a fetal position and just wanted it to stop. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw what used to be Justin convulse as well, until he collapsed in a heap on the floor.

When the sirens finally turned off, and I was able to stand and see straight again, I marched over to the door and banged my fists on it until it opened.

“Take me to see Doctor Braver, NOW!” I demanded the young scientist who opened the door for me. He led me to the office where Doctor Braver, as well as a few other scientists were working.

“Turn them off.” I said through gritted teeth.

“What?” Doctor Braver looked at me, puzzled.

“I said turn the sensors off!”

“Are you mad? If we turn the sensors off, that THING could kill you!”

“But he won’t!” I said sternly.

Doctor Braver and I stared at each other, unyielding, for what seemed like hours. Neither of us wanted to back down.

“He wasn’t trying to hurt me, doctor, he was trying to protect me! He didn’t want me to trigger the sensor myself! He was trying to push me out of the way!”

“And why was he trying to keep you out of the sensor?”

“Because Justin knows I have P.T.S.D, and alarms are my trigger! Whether you know it or not, my Justin is still in there!”

Everyone in the room was taken aback by my statement. They all looked to Doctor Braver for what to say next.

“If you die,” she finally rasped, “We have no other option. We’ll have to kill him. He’s too dangerous to release.”

“Doctor, he will not hurt me,” I said firmly.

After a long pause, the doctor released the tension in her shoulders and gave the command. “Turn off the sensors.”

Once again, I was escorted to the room where Justin was, only this time, Doctor Braver came with us.  “Doctor O’Dame,” She started hesitantly, “it didn’t say anything in your file about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, if I had known- “

“It’s not something I readily talk about.”

“Right.” She looked slightly embarrassed. “I am quite curious though. Why do alarms affect you so? For the sake of your own safety.”

I looked down at the floor as we walked. It wasn’t something I enjoyed reliving. “When I was in high school,” I began, “a shooter came to my school. They pulled the fire alarm to try and flush us all out into the parking lot. The teachers didn’t let us leave. Instead, they told us to stack desks against the door, and sit in the corner as quietly as possible. An hour. That’s how long it took them to turn off the alarm. Most of us came out untouched. Most of us.” I pulled up my shirt to reveal a small scar from where a bullet pierced my stomach. “The shooter broke through the glass window in the door and aimed the gun at one of my friends. Doctors said it would have killed her if I didn’t shield her. It’s a small price to pay to be a ‘hero’.”

All of us were silent for the rest of the walk.

When we reached the door, I was again left alone until I was ready to go in.

Once inside, I walked calmly to the center of the room and sat Indian style on the cold concrete floor. Then, I waited for him to come out.

After a minute or two, he too came into the light and sat down in front of me, looking even larger and more intimidating than the last time.

“Hi again,” I said with a smile.

No response.

“I promise I won’t let them hurt you this time. Not again.”

The wolf shifted its weight a bit, but didn’t respond.

“Where is Justin?” I asked the wolf, standing.

“Justin…here.”

“Where? Inside of you? Did you…eat him?”

“No,” he said, shaking his massive head. “Justin…here.” The giant wolf said as he bowed, touching his nose to his heart.

“Justin… is in your heart?”

The giant creature shook its head once more. Then, he laid as flat on his stomach as he could and shifted until he was inches away from me. “Justin…here.” The beast repeated.

“I’m sorry, but I… I don’t understand.” I said, dropping to my knees.

Then the creature searched around the room for something. When he came to a chair, he slowly moved it across the room to where he had been sitting before.

“Justin…” Then he ran behind the chair, making himself as small as possible.

“Justin…is hiding?” I asked.

The beast excitedly wagged its tail.

“Justin’s hiding! From who?” I asked, just as excited.

The beast looked disappointed in me. Then he repeated the same motion as before. “Justin…here.” Then he hid behind the chair.

Several times he repeated this motion.

Think Siena. What is Justin trying to tell you? Justin. Here. Hide. Justin, is here, but he’s not hiding? Then I remembered something I hadn’t before. When Justin was packing to leave, he took one book with him, Jekyll and Hyde.

I remembered the way our dimly lit apartment smelled of burnt garlic bread and lasagna. Justin attempted to make me dinner before he left. We drank a white wine we had been saving for a special occasion, and then I helped him pack. We kept getting distracted, and slow dancing to the music we turned on. Our hands fit together like Tarzan and Jane’s, and our bodies seemed to move as one.

“Justin, my Deadpool,” I whispered as we danced, “Even though our engagement’s been called off until you get back, I can’t wait to marry you,” I said, kissing him gently.

“As you wish, my Harley,” he whispered back.

When the song ended, we turned off the music and finished packing his remaining few items.

Then, we crawled into bed, and he grabbed Jekyll and Hyde off the nightstand. Gently wrapping his arms around me, he read aloud from the book. I mindlessly traced the veins on his hand with my thumb, memorizing every divot of his skin as he read. “I learned to recognize the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both.”

He wasn’t hiding from me; he was telling me his name!

“Justin!” I shouted excitedly. The beast stopped. “Chapter ten. Page one hundred and four. That was the last thing you read to me before you left. Before Justin left. That next morning, I found a note on your coffee cup, ‘Forever and Always my Harley. Love Deadpool.”

The beast jumped up and down excitedly, shaking the entire room and knocking me over. When he saw me on the ground, the monster froze, calmed down, and walked over to me. He helped me to my feet, but he remained on all fours.

“Can…Can Justin hear me?” I asked.

Again, the creature nodded.

“You’re not Justin?”

The creature shook its head.

“What should we call you?”

The beast didn’t answer.

“Grog? Steve? Fluffy?”

The beast shook its head in disapproval.

“How about Hyke? It’s like Hulk, but…cooler.” I suggested.

“H-h-Hyke. Me…Hyke. Justin…here.”

“Okay, different question. Can Justin ever come back?”

This time the creature nodded, and gently smiled.

“How?”

Before I got an answer the room filled with a sweet-smelling white smoke. My vision went blurry, and my limbs felt as if they weighed 100 pounds each. I felt my entire body wobble, and my legs gave out. And once again, the room went dark.

When I woke up, I was back in my hotel room, as if it was all a bad dream. But, if it was a bad dream, I would still be in Australia, on my boat, studying the wildlife of the deep. No. This experiment was all too real. On my bedside table, on the base of the lamp I saw a sticky note.

“Javier will pick you up at 8:30 am. Sorry about the possible hangover.

- Doctor Braver”

I looked at the digital clock next to the lamp, 6:13am. Not knowing what else to do, I looked through the pay-per-view movies on the hotel tv, and thankfully found an old version of Jekyll and Hyde. The quality was gritty, and the voices were a bit distorted, but it gave me what I needed.

The movie ended at 8:15, leaving me just enough time to get coffee from a nearby Starbucks, and meet Javier outside of the hotel.

The car he picked me up in had black out windows, and a screen dividing the front and back seats. I wasn’t sure whether to be scared or honored.

When we finally reached the facility, two of the scientists asked me to change into my tan attire, and a lab coat.

“I need to speak to Doctor Braver immediately,” I said once I finished getting changed.

“No need to file a formal invitation Doctor, I’m right here,” she assured me, coming from behind a changing curtain herself.

“Doctor Braver, I think I know how we can bring Justin back- “

“Bring him back?” Braver laughed. “We don’t want him back.”

“What do you mean? Isn’t that why you brought me here?”

“Good heavens no! We want you to train him! Make him like the other patients. You know…obedient.”

“Obedient? But he’s clearly not like the other subjects! He’s- “

“Different? He’s…stronger? Kinder? Oh no I’ve got it, he loves you more than anything in the world, and you know in your heart that he wants to come back to you!” she mocked. “Trust me, Doctor. I’ve heard it all before.”

“You…you knew? You knew he was trying to get to me?”

“Well, not at first. But after your first encounter with him, it became very clear that he still had some of his conscious mind left. He did put up one hell of a fight though.”

“He never scratched me, did he? You did. When I was unconscious.”

“Yes. But we had no choice.”

“No choice? You’re scientists, there’s always another choice- “

“Not this time!”

My head was spinning. How could she have done this? How could I have been so stupid as to let it happen?

“An antidote. Do you have an antidote?” I sneered.

“Of course we do, don’t be stupid. We have an antidote for all our subjects. It’s called a gun.”

She pointed a small handgun at me, and whatever scientists were still in the room had fled.

“This isn’t right Doctor Braver. You know it as well as I do. Plus, what’s a simple bullet to a beast like that?” My voice shook. I raised both of my hands, but didn’t move otherwise.

“The government isn’t paying me to do things right, Doctor O’Dame. They’re paying me and my boss for results! And if you won’t do it, then there are plenty of others just like you who will. And as for the bullet, you’re absolutely right. You see this particular bullet is lined with a poison of my own creation. When our first bullets didn’t work, we had to get a bit more... creative. Like you said, there’s always another way. Now, you have two choices, either get in the cage and make that MONSTER do as we tell it to, or suffer the same fate it does.”

“Fine! I’ll help you.” I said after a minute or two. “But I want in. I won’t put my life on the line without getting something in return.”

“That can be arranged.” She said lowering the weapon.

“I want a gun of my own. For protection.”

She looked me up and down, then called back to the room without breaking eye contact. “Emily! Get Doctor O’Dame a gun.”

I was given a small handgun, loaded without poison bullets. Then we walked back to the steel doored room where Justin was being kept. I tried to memorize every turn we took. Left, right, second hallway, door code 3-3-6-4, right. After a while, the directions got jumbled in my head, and the various codes seemed to morph together. Damn security measures.

This time, Doctor Braver went in with me. We both made our way to the center of the room, and waited for Hyke to make an appearance.

A growl came from the darkness, this time accompanied by the sound of chains. He came through the darkness snarling at Doctor Braver, choke collar secured around his neck. Blood dripped from where the collar was screwed into his skin.

“You chained him up?”

“You might be willing to greet him without precaution, but I’m not. When you had the sensors shut off, I had to resort to different means.”

Hyke let out a deafening bark that reverberated around the room.

“Down doggie. Don’t make this worse than it has to be,” was all Doctor Braver said.

I walked over to Hyke, and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry they’re doing this to you,” I whispered. “We’ll figure a way out. I promise.” I looked at Doctor Braver, “He won’t hurt you while I’m here. The chains aren’t needed.”

“My dear, do you think I was born yesterday?” she said with a chuckle. “He’s in shackles because he only listens to you. Take those off, and I lose all the power.”

This was the final straw. I unholstered my gun and aimed it at her, and she did the same with me.

“I don’t want to shoot you Ms. O’Dame. Don’t be- “

“It’s Doctor O’Dame!”

“Either way, don’t be stupid. Put the gun away, and we can forget you ever took it out in the first place.”

Hyke growled at her once again, and shielded me partially with his right paw. Even in this state, all he wanted to do was protect me.

“It’s two against one Doctor Braver. I wouldn’t take my chances.” I threatened from behind him.

“I would.” She let a bullet fly, and so did I.

As if in slow motion, Hyke moved in front of me, pulling against his shackles making the spikes of the collar rip into his throat. Before the poisoned bullet reached me, it entered his ribs instead. He yelped, and blood flowed from his neck, and his side. At this rate, even without the poison, he was losing too much blood to survive. He collapsed onto me, knocking me to the ground and rendering me unable to move.

My bullet on the other hand just grazed the doctor’s shoulder. She turned and winced in pain, clutching her arm. She manically laughed as she turned back to face the two of us.

“We could have been so good together, Doctor O’Dame! Could you imagine what this thing could do? No more war! No more guns or hidden bombs! This creature could have created world peace!” She broadly gestured, as if making an award-winning speech.

“Or started a dog fight where everyone loses.” I grimaced, slowly being crushed by Hyke.

“There will always be winners and losers!” She began walking toward us, “It’s up to us to decide which side of history we’re going to be on.” She crouched down low, so that she and I were face to face. “Too bad neither of you will be there to see it.”

She placed the barrel of the gun to my forehead.

In that instant, Hyke used his last bit of strength to grab Doctor Braver in his jaw and snap her in two. She didn’t even have time to scream, but the sound of her broken bones and shredded muscles rang in our ears.

Hyke tossed her to the side, and laid back down on top of me.

“Justin, I'm so sorry. I thought I could get us out of this. I thought I could save you.” I said through tears. “Maybe I still can.”

I rifled through his fur to find where the bullet pierced his skin. I followed the trail of blood to find the hole, and as carefully as I could, tried to find the lodged bullet. Compared to Hyke’s massive size, my fingers were like tweezers.

When I finally managed to pull the bullet out, I tossed it to the side, but not before it left a lime green residue on my fingers.

“I can reverse engineer a cure. Just…just hold on please!” I screamed to the empty room for help. “I need a doctor! Please! Somebody help him!” But no one came.

Hyke stirred slightly, wincing in pain.

“Harley,” he moaned. “Justin…l-l-love…Harley. Hyke…love…Harley.”

“No. Please. I just got you back. Don’t go.” I said tears streaming down my face.

In my arms, Hyke began to shift and shake. His paws turned back into feet and hands, his fur began to fall off, and his facial features began to look more human. As Hyke convulsed, his massive collar and chains fell to the ground next to him, causing a loud crash of metal on the concrete.

“Hyke? What’s happening?” I said backing away.

Hyke continued to convulse, and he grew smaller and smaller, until he was fully human and a bloody mess on the floor.

I crawled back over to him, and lifted his body onto my lap. I brushed some hair away from his closed eyes, but recognized him still.

“Hyke?...Justin?”

Whoever this was, I was now crying into his chest.

“Hey beautiful,” came a voice that I finally recognized.

“Justin?”

“Yeah,” he assured me in a raspy, pained voice. “It’s me.”

I pulled him close and let out a sigh of relief. He groaned from the pain.

I frantically apologized, then asked “So, you’re going to be okay right? You can come home?”

He looked at me with the kindest eyes, and I knew then that I wouldn’t like the answer to my question.

“Siena,” he wiped a tear from my eye, “you are my home.”

“No. No, it can’t end like this. We can’t end like this! I can’t lose you again! I can help you. I can fix this!”

“Stop. Siena, please…stop.” He kissed me gently, “Siena, you could never truly lose me.” Then, with his dying breath said, “I love you, my beautiful Siena. Forever and always.”

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Global Athleisure Market Expected to Reach $257.1 Billion by 2026

 Athleisure market size was valued at $155.2 billion in 2018, and is projected to reach $257.1 billion by 2026, growing at a CAGR of 6.7% from 2019 to 2026. In 2018, North America accounted for nearly 38.4% share of the athleisure market. 

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Athleisure refers to a type of casual clothing designed to be worn for exercise and general use. The most common athleisure outfits are leggings, yoga pants, sweatpants, gym tanks, sports bras, hoodies, tights, shorts, sneakers, and others. These type of products have been gaining higher traction among customers who adopt a healthy lifestyle and at the same time seek for comfort and flexibility in wearing clothes or shoes. Millennials are the key target customers in the global athleisure market growth. 

Millennials tend to take a more holistic approach to health and wellness factor. They are active and always keen to indulge in fitness oriented activities. Fitness has become an integral part of one’s daily routine. Taking in account on millennials’ perception on fitness, athleisure brands have successfully built an emotional connect between their products and customer. These customers specifically seek for apparels that promote an active lifestyle.

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In its most recent trends, athleisure has been gaining preference over denim. Though in the early 2000, denim experienced higher level of demand among the customer, where consumers were willing to spend $200-$300 for a pair of jean. However by the end of 2010, the average denim expenditure among the customers was around $25. This sustaining trend, clearly indicates that customer have higher preference for athleisure products which is a blend of sports and fashion industry. 

Due to the rise in demand for different types of athleisure products, the market has been evolving continuously in terms of its product offerings. Innovation material and technology are being used in designing and producing athleisure product ensuring odor free, stretch ability, sweat-wicking, and protection from dirt. For instance, Nike has been using a blend of classic materials like polyester and spandex and innovative manufacturing techniques. Thus, these materials are woven to create attractive shirts, sweatshirts, and vests.

The global athleisure market analysis is segmented on the basis of product type, gender, distribution channel, and region. Based on product type, the market is classified into sneaker, joggers, leggings, hoodies, and others. Based on gender, the market is segmented into male and female. By distribution channel, the market is divided into online and offline. Based on region, the market is analyzed across North America (U.S., Canada, and Mexico), Europe (Germany, Spain, UK, Italy, France, and rest of Europe), Asia-Pacific (China, India, Japan, Australia, South Korea, and rest of Asia-Pacific), and LAMEA (Brazil, South Africa, Saudi Arabia, UAE, and rest of LAMEA).

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Key Findings of the Athleisure Market :

In 2018, based on product type, the sneaker segment accounted for around higher value athleisure market share. 

In 2018, based on gender, the male segment accounted for 62.2% share of the athleisure market. 

In 2018, based on region, North America accounted for a prominent market share and is anticipated to grow at a CAGR of 6.2% throughout the athleisure market forecast. 

The key players profiled for Athleisure industry include Puma, Nike, Under Armour, Adidas, Lululemon Athletic, Asics Corporation, Columbia Sportswear Company, Gap Inc., North Face, Phillips-Van Heusen Corporation, and others.  

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5 Home Gym Essentials to Enhance Your Fitness Routine

Creating a home gym means accessing convenience, but there are several things to do. Buying the best home gym equipment Australia for cardio or strength training is inadequate. You need the right accessories! 

That's why we will mention what you need to make the perfect home gym. So, let's start with the basics and help you get closer to your fitness goal. 

Exercise Mat 

Whether for yoga or floor exercises, a mat is comfortable for your back and knees. Look for a thick one with extra cushioning, in case there's a hard floor. 

After all, the exercise mat means you have a rectangular space to work out. On top of that, you can carry the mat anywhere - from the beach to the backyard. 

Dumbbell Set 

Weight training is integral, so we assume that dumbbell sets are essential for your routine. You will find a variety of sizes, materials and shapes; hence, choose the heavy or light ones depending on your needs. 

With the right pair, you can perform side lateral raise, dumbbell shoulder squats, dumbbell sumo squats and skull crushers. 

Jump Rope 

You may be in a love-hate relationship with burpees, but you cannot ignore jump ropes. A jump rope is an easy way to get your heart rate pumping. Plus, it works well on your legs, core, shoulders and arms. 

If you follow a 10-minute jump rope session the right way, you will know what we are talking about. 

Elbow Wraps 

Elbow pain can take a toll on upper-body workouts. The elbow wraps help you perform bench presses. They come with a cushion to protect your elbows during triceps exercises. 

The best part is that you can adjust the tightness according to your comfort level. So, look for this exercise equipment in Brisbane if you check out the online stores.

Fitness Ball

Whether for yoga, a rollout or ball squats, you need a fitball. You get to choose the pressure you want to put around a fitness ball. 

You can take on stability challenges like plank knee trucks, bicep curls and chest presses. Mainly, it's easier to go for the core exercises. 

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Hatha yoga practice is an excellent path to fitness. By performing the Hatha yoga Sun Salutation, anyone can enjoy 15 minutes to half an hour of gentle stretching, deep breathing, and quiet focus every day. This physical form of yoga relaxes the mind, strengthens and stretches the muscles, and loosens the joints. Performing the Hatha yoga Sun Salutation first thing in the morning and just before bed will make a big difference in your fitness level!

In order to maximize your fitness potential when lifting weights, be sure to eat plenty of meat. Meat contains plenty of protein and other nutrients that aid in muscle growth. Lean meat is best, while turkey chicken, and fish are good for you as well. The recommended serving is about 6 ounces a day.

Weight training is vital in a well-rounded fitness program. While not every program needs to concentrate on building muscle mass like a pro weightlifter, some attention to weight training is necessary for every fitness regimen. Weight training tones the muscles and makes them work efficiently. Prostadine This has a positive impact on overall health and fitness at even the most modest levels of weight training.

Do not think of the process of getting fit as a short-term exercise with a cut-off date. Fitness is a long-term commitment. In fact, it should be a permanent one. When building a fitness routine consider not just the immediate benefits but whether or not the routine is one that can be sustained indefinitely. Fitness is for life, not just for bikini season.

Try to avoid taking a pain-reliever pill directly after you work out, even if you are in some kind of pain or anticipate it later. Research has shown that these are actually as effective as a placebo when it comes to pain relief associated with post-workout time. They are also believed to suppress muscle growth, so they are best avoided.

If you dread the very idea of performing multiple sets of chin ups, try looking at it this way: rather than focusing on the effort needed to pull your entire body weight up, think about the effort needed just to pull your elbows down. Surprisingly, this makes the entire workout seem somewhat easier.

As you begin to recover from a painful muscle injury or strain, gradually increase the intensity and duration of your recovery workout rather than jumping right back into your previous workout routine. Prostadine  Reviews After each workout, apply ice to the injured area for half an hour, then repeat the process with added intensity the next day.

If you are a runner, even the way you hold your head can affect the quality of your workout. For example, most people tend to hunch forward when running uphill. By keeping your head up and focusing your vision at the top of the hill, however, you are allowing your airways to open more fully, making breathing much easier.

To improve your climbing skills, whether for rock or wall climbing, try getting tighter shoes to practice in. Get a pair that is so tight that you can easily stand, but you are not able to walk without discomfort. This may seem counter-intuitive to always getting well-fitting fitness gear, but doing this gives you optimal control of your feet and legs, which are essential to climbing.

Keep your workout machines and dumbbells in order. Use the smaller weights first and work your way up to the larger weight like barbells and bench presses, and then eventually work your way up to a machine. The smaller weights uses more of your muscle and you get fatigued easier.

Watch less television. Merely sitting and watching a few hours of tv shows means you are not up and around, which means that your body's metabolism is slowing down. Worse yet, chances of becoming obese increase with the amount of television that you watch. Instead of watching television, Prostadine try taking a walk or playing a game.

If you want to grow bigger muscles, then follow these instructions. First, you must determine how much weight to lift for a single exercise. Multiply this by how many times you lift this weight. You should aim to increase this multiplied number after every workout by lifting more weight or by increasing your volume.

If you need to build forearm strength for a sport such as tennis, use newspapers to get the job done. Lay them out flat and crumple them in your hands one by one. This actually works out the muscle you need most in your forearm, so crumple them up again and again!

When the main concern is working hard on your biceps and surrounding muscles, you should maintain a constant lifting weight at a steady pace until you are ready to advance. This is essential, because you can easily strain your muscles with poor form. The proper form is to extend the wrist backwards slightly and hold while you lift. Then, slowly release the pose and return your wrists to a normal position. This helps to build up your bicep muscles correctly and reduce risk of injury.

Study a little bit about how foods affect the body. Know what pasta does to your body compared to chicken. Understanding all of this will help you eat the right foods for your workout. Some foods should be eaten before a workout, and some should not. Get all the knowledge you can before starting.

Now you see that fitness is a lot more that just jogging on a treadmill. It takes a lot of work to sculpt the body you want. You don't want to overdo it and harm yourself, so why not take some time to learn how to do it right? The tips noted above should help.

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Five Types of Gym Leggings All Fitness-Oriented Should Know About

Searching for a suitable bottom-wear to sport to your workout session? Be it gymming, jogging or any other physical activity, there are 5 varieties in athletic leggings that you should include in your fitness closet. We’ll be talking about these leggings in details for your clear understanding about them.