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“mawwage is what bwings us togeder tooday”. sweet and quirky are just two words to describe Jamie and Carey, one of the most memorable and funny moments that we encountered in this week long wedding shoot was watching Carey and the officiant, who was also a close friend, practice the opening line to the wedding ceremony. it was when we were watching and capturing this moment that we knew this wedding film was going to be something special.
with Jamie being a wedding planner, we decided to go out in a limb and follow their own wedding planner around the beautiful city of Paris as she was setting up their wedding, this gave us a behind-the-scenes look and we were able to capture moments that were not only important to Jamie+Carey but also revealed how the small details that went into the wedding all came together – from their childhood photos being set-up as a display, to the origami roses each of their family members and friends made as their place holders, to their favourite pastry being used as their wedding favour.
having their entire family and circle of friends with them in Paris was very special to Jamie and Carey, the week long holiday was not about the wedding but about friends and family spending time together, creating memories and enjoying experiences that they can all share with “a wedding on the side”. we traveled with them on a tour of paris, made eau de cologne together and watched them make origami rose place holders – where we realized that Carey can only make one half of the rose, and Jamie can only make the other. Jamie+Carey truly compliment each other, from the origami rose to their emotional vows and by the end of making their film, it was very obvious to us that “Carey (indeed) loves Jamie”.
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REVIEW | doi:10.20944/preprints201805.0396.v1
Subject: Engineering, Biomedical & Chemical Engineering Keywords: diabetes; chronic wounds; smart wound dressing; biochemical sensor
Online: 28 May 2018 (10:22:39 CEST)
Given their severity and non-healing nature, diabetic chronic wounds are a significant concern to the 30.3 million Americans diagnosed with diabetes mellitus (2015). Peripheral arterial diseases, neuropathy, and infection contribute to the development of these wounds, which lead to an increased incidence of lower extremity amputations. Early recognition, debridement, offloading, and controlling infection are imperative for timely treatment. However, wound characterization and treatment are highly subjective and based largely on the experience of the treating clinician. Many wound dressings have been designed to address particular clinical presentations, but a prescriptive method is lacking for identifying the particular state of chronic, non-healing wounds. The authors suggest that recent developments in wound dressings and biosensing may allow for the quantitative, real-time representation of the wound environment, including exudate levels, pathogen concentrations, and tissue regeneration. Development of such sensing capability could enable more strategic, personalized care at the onset of ulceration and limit the infection leading to amputation. This review presents an overview of the pathophysiology of diabetic chronic wounds, a brief summary of biomaterial wound dressing treatment options, and biosensor development for biomarker sensing in the wound environment.
REVIEW | doi:10.20944/preprints201804.0009.v1
Subject: Biology, Animal Sciences & Zoology Keywords: feline immunodeficiency virus; FIV; human immunodeficiency virus; HIV; animal models, opportunistic disease, lentiviral pathogenesis; molecular biology
Online: 2 April 2018 (07:54:28 CEST)
Feline immunodeficiency virus (FIV) is a naturally-occurring retrovirus that infects domestic and non-domestic feline species, producing progressive immune depletion that results in an acquired immunodeficiency syndrome (AIDS). Much has been learned about FIV since it was first described in 1987, particularly in regard to its application as a model to study the closely related lentivirus, human immunodeficiency virus (HIV). In particular, FIV and HIV share remarkable structure and sequence organization, utilize parallel modes of receptor-mediated entry, and result in a similar spectrum of immunodeficiency-related diseases due to analogous modes of immune dysfunction. This review summarizes current knowledge of FIV infection kinetics and mechanisms of immune dysfunction in relation to opportunistic disease, specifically in regard to studying HIV pathogenesis. Furthermore, we present data which highlight changes in the oral microbiota and oral immune system during FIV infection, and outline the potential for the feline model of oral AIDS manifestations to elucidate pathogenic mechanisms of HIV-induced oral disease. Finally, we discuss advances in molecular biology, vaccine development, neurologic dysfunction, and the ability to apply pharmacologic interventions and sophisticated imaging technologies to study experimental and naturally occurring FIV, which provide an excellent, but often overlooked resource for advancing therapies and management of HIV/AIDS.

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Land Use Changes By Referendum Only
The lawyers say a constitutional amendment to put land use changes in the voters hands is necessary because local government has been reluctant to halt runaway development. If the petition drive succeeds, the constitutional amendment will be on the 2004 general election ballot. Approval would take the power to regulate land use away from city and county elected officials and give it to voters.
Thanks to Sheryl Stolzenberg


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Roasted Cauliflower Soup with Cheddar Crostini
Hands-on time: 30 minutes
Total time: 1 hour
Makes: 6 servings
Don’t be afraid to let the cauliflower turn a very deep golden colour (without burning it, of course); the darker the florets, the richer the roasted taste, and the more flavourful your soup will be.
1 head cauliflower, cut in 2-inch florets (about 8 cups) vegetable oil butter leeks (white and light green parts only), halved lengthwise and sliced crosswise cloves garlic, minced pkg (900 mL) sodium-reduced vegetable broth pepper salt shredded extra-old Cheddar cheese
1 tbsp D ijon mustard
¾ cup shredded extra-old Cheddar
2 tbsp chopped fresh parsley
4 tsp D ijon mustard
16 slices (½ inch thick) baguette Soup: Place cauliflower on rimmed baking sheet; drizzle with oil. Roast in 425°F oven, turning occasionally, until very deep golden on all sides, about 45 minutes. Meanwhile, in skillet, melt butter over medium heat; cook leeks and garlic, stirring, until leeks are softened, about 6 minutes.
In blender, purée together cauliflower, leek mixture and broth, in batches, until smooth; transfer to large saucepan. Stir in 1½ cups water, pepper and salt; bring to boil. Reduce heat to medium-low; stir in Cheddar and mustard. Simmer, stirring, until cheese is melted, about 2 minutes. Cheddar Crostini: In bowl, combine Cheddar with parsley. Spread mustard over baguette slices; top with Cheddar mixture. Bake on parchment paper–lined baking sheet in 425°F oven until cheese is melted and bread is golden, about 8 minutes. Let stand for 2 minutes before serving with soup. 1 tbsp 2 tbsp 2 3 1 ¾ tsp ¼ tsp 1¼ cups per serving: about 342 cal, 16 g pro, 20 g total fat (9 g sat. fat), 27 g carb (5 g dietary fibre, 5 g sugar), 50 mg chol, 972 mg sodium, 380 mg potassium. % RDI : 31% calcium, 19% iron, 23% vit A, 108% vit C, 53% folate. 1.8 kg

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In Mumbai, Yoko’s gets its sizzlers sear right.
It was in my mid-20s when friends, on learning about my sizzler virginity, vowed to break it. The location chosen was Yoko Sizzlers, that iconic joint on Hill Road, Bandra. While my friends had their own reasons, it appealed to me because its presence on Hill Road automatically gave it some cred. It has fed filmstars, sportspersons, and politicians since its launch in 1986. And a bonus – the place was as old as me, which felt special.
When you approach it, Yoko’s announces itself with a bright green signboard. At first glance, it looks like any Indian multi-cuisine restaurant, packed with families, with the barest of decor. Its menu fits in perfectly with the Indian penchant for more is more – offering burgers, sandwiches, fried rice, soup, toast and, the star of the scene… sizzlers. Once the order is placed, the wait begins, eyes turned towards the kitchen door for those first telltale signs of smoke and sound. As sizzlers make their way to other tables, the aromas whet the appetites of the room. Then, finally, the waiter comes over, his body obscured by smoke wafting from the dish, its sizzle the only sound around.
Sizzlers in India mostly follow a set format – a cast iron platter, with a medley of rice or noodles placed on cabbage leaves, topped with a protein in a heavy, flavourful sauce, accompanied by a mound of lightly steamed vegetables, and fries by the side. It felt apt trying my first sizzler in Mumbai, after all, it was in Mumbai that Businessman Firoz Irani[c] and his Japanese wife opened India’s first restaurant dedicated to the dish – matter-of-factly called Sizzler in Fort. Irani was inspired by the dish he ate in California and decided to add his own, over-the-top, Indian spin to it. Since my first one at Yoko’s, I’ve eaten sizzlers across Mumbai and Goa, but none have matched up.
The impressive sizzler menu at Yoko’s is divided according to the main ingredient, each with its own slogan. There are veg sizzlers You just can’t Beet; a seafood range that is Shrimply the Best; and mutton sizzlers that are GOAT standard. A sizzler is a showstopper in any restaurant, but at Yoko’s, all eyes are on them. There is something for any kind of fussy eater, particularly children (who get their own menu). Every Yoko sizzler has the same base of veggies – carrot, cabbage, cauliflower, French beans, green peas, spinach, and a sliced tomato. In the meat section, there is chicken, mutton, and steak.
Conversations with Bombay friends reveal that back in the day, eating a sizzler at Yoko’s was a luxury, a once-in-a-while family outing. One friend believes that Yoko’s was memorable because it came with a lot of firsts: Worcestershire sauce on the tables, homemade iced tea before it became a café staple, prawn and mushroom cocktails, a whole lobster atop a sizzler.
It wasn’t a typical Bombay dining menu. It felt premium, but Indianised enough, and with portion sizes that were value for money. In addition, Yoko’s has always been a place that would appeal to children: they had table-mats with puzzles and games, the plates were loaded with fries and cheese, and the food was always soft, creamy, and not too spicy.
Today, Yoko’s has branches across India, in UAE, Qatar and the UK. And the Bandra branch remains crowded, even on weekdays. The only change has been the prices, which have now crept up to Rs. 1,600 per person, for a meal. Post pandemic, dining out isn’t just about good food or drinks, but about the experience. And what better experience than watching food smoke and sizzle its way to the table, stinging the eyes, sending aromas wafting up the nose, and scalding the tongue? Restaurant trends may come and go, but a sizzler will remain. As will Yoko’s. Diners will continue to flock there for the show.


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Greater Manchester has been selected as one of 30 regions to participate in the first round of Starter Homes construction, raising important questions for property accountants in Manchester, Salford and the surrounding towns.
Brownfield sites from Bolton to Bury and from Trafford to Tameside, along with Oldham, Rochdale, Stockport and Wigan are all contenders for the construction of Starter Homes under the new definition.
This latest attempt to make it easier for people to get on to the housing ladder is available only to first-time buyers aged between 23 and 40, and will make properties in participating locations available to buy for at least 20% less than their market valuation.
However, this raises several questions about how the scheme will be delivered, and government guidance already answers some of the most likely lines of enquiry.
For example, the properties must be constructed in accordance with the actual needs of first-time buyers in the area, and must not have a market value significantly larger than that of equivalent first-time homes in their area.
On the developer side, the 20% discount is made possible by exempting the developers from paying the usual Section 106 contributions, which are normally made to secure planning permission and to cover infrastructure costs such as opening new schools and public spaces.
More significantly for buyers, those who benefit from the 20% discount must remain in the property for at least five years before they will be allowed to sell it on or rent it out.
If you are looking to buy a property for the first time and want to know whether Starter Homes will be the best way for you to do so, property accountants in Manchester and Salford can help you to go through the figures and make sense of them.
Looking ahead, the scheme could have a significant impact in five years’ time, and residential property landlords across Greater Manchester might want to seek accountancy advice now in order to make the most of any properties coming on to the market below their normal value in the early 2020s.

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In The Charcuterie by Taylor Boetticher and Toponia Miller
Thanks to this book, I have become slightly obsessed with the idea of making classic cassoulet for Christmas this year. Which means that I need to get cracking on the duck confit…er…now. Confit to rillettes, slow-cooked goat shoulder to smoked hot links — In The Charcuterie is full of projects big and small that will make you want to drop everything and start some charcuterie of your own.
• Who wrote it: Taylor Boetticher and Toponia Miller
• Who published it: Ten Speed Press
• Number of recipes: Over 125
• Recipes for right now: Whole Duck Confit, Classic Cassoulet, Rare Roast Beef, Harissa-Marinated Lamb Kebabs, Rabbit Porchetta, Oaxacan-Style Chorizo, Pepperoni, Spiced Lamb Terrine, Cider-Brined Pork Porterhouse Chops, Brown Sugar-Cured Bacon
• Other highlights: This is one of the most accessible books on charcuterie that I’ve come across. Not only are there detailed pictures to show exact butchery techniques and tricky preparations, but the recipes run the gamut from super-involved longterm projects to easy meals that you could make after a quick stop at the local butcher. I appreciate that the recipes for making your own bacon or confit or chorizo or [insert cured meat of choice here] are side-by-side with dishes that actually use them. This also gives me the choice of making my own or continuing with the recipe using something from the market — I like that I can choose my level of involvement.
This book really covers it all: sausages, pates, smoked meats, and confits, how to break down everything from ducks to goats, and plenty of preserved foods like sauerkraut and pickled onions to go alongside the meat main courses. The authors of this book are also the folks behind San Francisco’s The Fatted Calf, so they earned their charcuterie chops by way of daily practice and their recipes come customer-approved.
It’s also just a beautiful book! The photos are as engaging as they are educational. Steps are clearly laid out and easy to follow. The book also lays flat on the counter so you can reference it while your hands are busy.
• Who would enjoy this book? If you’re curious about charcuterie or tackling a bit of butchery in your kitchen, then I think you’ll find this book to be a useful guide and companion. If you already have a few charcuterie and butchery books on your shelf, it’s worth taking a look at this one for the stellar recipes and to see all the ways they make use of every scrap of meat.
Find the book at your local library, independent bookstore, or Amazon: In The Charcuterie by Taylor Boetticher and Toponia Miller
• Visit the author’s website: The Fatted Calf
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fuse disconnect switch / low-voltage
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The ZLBM version is designed for space efficiency when used in cable distribution cabinets. With the ZHBM version, current transformers can be easily installed. There variants are made of corrosion-resistant stainless steel, as well as variants that feature integrated V-clamps. There is flexibility with the cable connections thanks to universal terminal bolts. For cable connectivity flexibility, a fixed nut or standing bolt is offered by the universal terminal bolts.
Additional features include a safe ON and OFF operation and NH fuse links that are safe and easy to replace.


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This Ciner demi parure is an absolutely gorgeous and incredible set. I can not even begin to say enough about this RARE Ciner demi parure.
The hinged, elephant clamper bracelet, sets in a creamy enamel finish, and features faux ivory enamel tusks, a beautiful gold plated curved trunk topped off with pave set clear rhinestone accents. This gorgeous creature has piercing black eyes and a large faux ruby color gripoix glass center surrounded by more sparkling mesmerizing pave set clear rhinestones which sits at the top of his head. The hinged bracelet opens and closes with a wonderfully concealed gold tone slide mechanism in perfect working order. All stones are original and present. Bracelet measures 2-1/2" from side to side and 2-1/4" from front to back. The elephant head measures 2" along the top of the bracelet, 1" wide band and 1-1/4" wide from ear to ear. Signed Ciner.
The matching earrings follow through and repeat the same design with pave set clear rhinestones, a central large beautiful faux ruby gripoix glass center, all set in a creamy enamel with a gold plated metal base setting. Signed Ciner. Clips are nice and tight. Measure 1-1/4" in length by 1" wide.
This is a spectacular, high quality set in excellent condition that will be the envy of all. Definitely a RARE find, as well as a RARE treat to your vintage jewelry collection. Layaway is available.
With all the choices that you have on Ruby Lane, I thank you for browsing my shop. I hope that I have something for you.
Incredible RARE Signed CINER Mogul Faux Ruby Cabochon, Enamel, and Rhinestone Hinged Elephant Bracelet & Matching Earrings

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I think they have used congealed blood here as it is not very runny. I also think they have kept layering it on to create this strong effect. The reason I like this image is because of the way it only covers half the face and shows the teeth.
Candy cane slash skeleton girl Halloween makeup. Looking crazy is in when it comes to Halloween, but you should not only try look crazy, but look good while being crazy just like in the image.
Men’s Gym Style 2016: The Best Workout Clothes For The Year
Marc Clancy Self taught special effects makeup artist and designer from Melbourne, Australia. Check out his instagram (username powdah) here (he has step by steps! well worth the follow)
Gore & Creepy Rip Off Skin Makeup Look
A silver, gold, enamel and diamond brooch, c.1900, in the form of a swallow, symbol of the return of love.
Blood makes you related. Loyalty makes you family. Love this ❤
Human Body Facts - PiR Resourcing Human Physiology - Fun facts about the cardiovascular system, an incredible machine in the human body.
Day 9 of Mehron's 31 Days of Halloween...check out our website for more detailz!!!!
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obama statement shooting
Monday's mass shooting at the Navy Yard has failed to stir the political world to revive the gun control debates that immediately followed the December elementary school shooting in Newtown, Conn.
I mourn those killed today at the Navy Yard in Washington and send my thoughts and prayers to those families grieving the
"The problem is we have a faction of the Republican Party, in the House of Representatives in particular, that view compromise
Moments before Obama spoke, Washington D.C. Chief of Police Cathy Lanier said one of the suspected shooters had been killed


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Have you been to Oak Glen, in Southern California lately? If you haven't its time to make a trip up to our little mountainy gem most of us know as the half-day getaway above Yucaipa, Calimesa and Beaumont. Oak Glen is known for their apple orchards, berries and rich history. And a getaway is better topped off with a nice lunch or dinner before going home.
The wife and I ventured up there last Friday for a celebratory lunch. We were celebrating my passing of the California Bureau of Real Estate's Broker Exam and thought it was a great opportunity to try the Oak Glen Steakhouse & Saloon we have heard so much about.
The restaurant is located in the same location a good friend of ours once had his restaurant in as well, so our praise was going to be hard-won. When we first got there we were surprised to see how much they updated the exterior of the establishment. They did a great job incorporating a small water feature, beautiful wood-siding and rock work, an open patio from the bar and saloon that looks like a ton of fun to have a cold one and watch a game, and my favorite feature, a giant wooden bear with mug taking a fill from a large wooden water tower.
We sat in the steakhouse for lunch but didn't want to have steak (We actually had steaks at home marinating for a grilling later that night...) so the waitress suggested we try the bison burger. We took her suggestion and were thrilled with them! We are somewhat connoisseurs of bison and not new to the meat, so our endorsement comes with experience. The bison burgers were served with a delicious dab of tangy bbq sauce I'd never had before and a side of huge steak fries. Our lunch was down-right fantastic! I am diabetic and very sensitive to certain foods and even though I was cheating, the meal was kind to me as well.
When we got the check we were also surprised the tab wasn't as hefty as we thought it would be. Two bison burgers, fries and an iced tea and we walked out with a check totaling not a dime more than $50, and that's after giving our attentive waitress a 30% tip! We did take a look at the steak menu and some of the premium steak meals can garner $30+ a plate, so don't go gettin' any wise ideas that you can have a cheapy date for dinner. But a for a nice lunch stop it won't bend your money clip, either.
This was our first time to visit the Oak Glen Steakhouse and plan to make many special occasion lunch and dinner dates to this wonderful Inland Empire restaurant, even if it is out of the way. But isn't that the point, that it's out of the way and an event to go to?
-Todd J. Garrigus


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Story from old Blushes.
Training ship "Viceroy"
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FROM ADMIRAL I.C. TRAINING COMMAND TO COMMANDING OFFICER T.C.'VICEROY'........MESSAGE BEGINS: H.M. INSPECTOR OF TRAINING ESTABLISHMENTS WILL VISIT YOUR SHIP THIS A.M. 11.00 HOURS. MESSAGE ENDS........10.37
Although the afternoon sun struck dazzlingly across the water in the harbour, there was a breeze off the sea that was distinctly cool against the cheek as it blew up little waveletts to chuckle against the planking of the boat. Bare skin chilled in the intermittent gusts and there was plenty of unclothed girl-flesh in the whaler which had been sent to ferry the inspector across to the training ship moored in the deeper water of the main channel.
The bespectacled figure sitting awkwardly at the stern beside the girl handling the tiller looked now and then towards the tall-masted vessel riding quietly at her bouy, but his attention was more often focused onboard, where the girls on the thwarts laboured clumsily against the weight of their oars, dashing up little flecks of spray that spangled the man's raincoat and got onto his glasses so that he had to take them off several times and wipe the water away. The girls' legs were bare up to their shorts winch cut close across the tops of their thighs and pulled intimate creases up from between their legs. Their tee-shirts left their arms bare and their alternate leaning forward and straining back gave glimpses of flat naked bellies at each stroke. Nipples pushed against tight-stretched shirts as each pull had the girls inclining backwards and breasts bounced youthfully as they leaned forward again. Plump little peach-clefts strained juicily against white cotton between suntanned thighs and the healthy pink of physical exertion suffused young, smooth cheeks below bright eyes which watched the watcher watching.
Ten minutes saw them rounding the bow of the ship to pass under the boom and along the side to the ladder. A girl stood straddle-legged in the bow with a boat-hook held erect between her feet like a lance tipped with brass. Only when the girl had got to her feet had the inspector realised just how immodest the girls' shorts all were. Self-consciously this girl had looped a finger up under the leg of her shorts and eased the cotton down over the perkiness of her buttocks, aware no doubt that her saucy young bum would offer the inspector a fresh place to rest his eyes after their exploration of the other girls' thighs, but her buttocks could still not be entirely secluded from interested eyes, the diagonal upsweep of the shorts being cut high on the hip, emphasising the length of a girl's legs but making no secret of the roundness of her bottom in so doing. The inspector eyed the up-pull of the shorts between the girl's bum cheeks, noticed the edge outlined shape of brief knickers underneath and noted too the way the boat's crew-leader, a girl older than the rest with three red diagonal tags on the left breast of her shirt, one for each six months of her service, weighed a short straight cane in her hand and constantly turned her head to judge the distance still to go to the ladder and then looked back at the girl with the boat hook.
The boat swept down beside the ship, swinging sideways across the tide as the girl at the tiller heaved on the shaft. The crew-leader whacked her cane loudly down across a thwart. "Pull, oars, pull!" she bawled, and the girls threw their weight back and the boat stemmed the tide for a moment. "Hook on!" yelled the girl and the boat-hook swung for the ladder – and missed!
"Thwack!" The bow-girl's bum-cheeks trembled with the stroke's impact. With a squeal she clutched desparately at her bottom and the boat-hook splashed into the water. Squeezing her bum, her knees clamping together with the pain, the bow-girl's bare thighs caught the next one, loud and meaty across both legs at once. Her anguished yelp caused several of the girls at the oars to look round and then everything went wrong at once. One of the crew swept at the water with her oar and skimmed it across the surface instead of making it bite deep. A shower of salt water drenched the inspector, the oar slipped from its rowlock and went over the side, and the girl slipped backwards off her seat to end up half-lying between the knees of the girl behind her with her legs still hooked over her thwart and the seat of her tight-stretched shorts in a puddle of water in the bottom of the boat. With the girl behind unable to move because of the first girl's arrival in her lap, and the girls on the other side still rowing, the boat began to swing broadside to the tide flow and away downstream. The crew-leader shouted orders at the top of her voice, and dealt the bow girl a third wicked stroke up under her half-bare bum out of sheer spite. The girl at the helm stood up to lean all her weight against the tiller but the rudder blade caught against the ship's side and swung her hard across the boat into the inspector's lap. He helped her struggle to her feet, his hands alternately full of firm young breasts and chubby buttocks as he handled the situation the best way he could, while the crew-leader snatched the boat-hook from the water and yelled "Catch that oar there!" A second time the inspector found his lap full of warm young femininity as the tiller girl dived across him to grab the floating oar. At full-stretch she found she couldn't lift the oar, but she hung on determinedly until help should arrive. The inspector did what he could. He held the girl round the hips and tucked his fingers into the waist of her shorts for the sake of security, and while the crew-leader lent a hand to recover the oar, the inspector affected a look of embarrassed surprise as he found that the girl's shorts slipped down very easily when he tugged at them, under the pretence of keeping her steady. A nimble readjustment of his grasp on the shorts ensured that he had her knickers clutched in his fingers too.
"Oh Christ!" It was the tiller girl still struggling to hang on to the oar as both her shorts and her knickers slipped down off her hips. As though more concerned not to embarrass the inspector than she was about falling out of the boat, she turned her face back towards him and stuttered that she was – "Sorry sir, only there wasn't much I could do about it, Sir, honest!" With his lower hand cupped under the girl's pubic swell, the inspector clung on to her hips until the oar was back in the boat.
"Thank you, sir" gasped the tiller girl, struggling to pull up her knickers while the crew-leader regained control of the debacle and shouted for the boat to be steered up into the current. With her pants still only half-way up the girl had to attend to her helmsmanship. Gallantly the inspector volunteered to help her. He could have taken the tiller of course, but instead he retrieved her knickers, made quite sure that they were snugged up into all the warm little places knickers are meant to keep snug, and then did the same with her shorts.
With the bow-girl relegated to holding the boat's painter, the crew-leader herself supervised the pull up-current and hooked on to the ladder. Solicitously she helped the inspector onto the steps and with anxiety plain in her face she offered her sincere apologies for the incident.
Relieved to be out of the whaler – he didn't like small boats at the best of times – the inspector regained his dignity as well as his sodden condition would allow and gave her a thin smile.
"Miss, er –?''The inspector paused for her to tell him her name.
"Marley, Sir" said the girl helpfully, and after a hesitation as she realised that he was looking at her nipples poking themselves erect under her wet shirt, she added "Allison Marley, actually sir" just in case the discreet suggestion of informality might do some good somewhere along the line.
"Well, Miss Marley" – She really did have very nice breasts, didn't she "– um – I was going to say that I don't get paid to risk life and limb on these visits, you know. I should like to think that you'll give that crew of yours something to wake them up, eh?" He glanced down at the cane which was still in her hand, remembering the way she had whacked it across that girls bum, and the tantalising thought occured that he'd really like to see it being used on her bottom. "Er – will you see to that for me, Marley?".
"Yes sir – I certainly shall!" she said, the cloud of apprehension lifting instantly from her face now that she realised she wasn't going to be held personally responsible for the fiasco in the boat. The cane flicked eagerly against her leg – it seemed probable that she would enjoy herself "seeing to it" as she'd been told to.
As a tall girl came along the deck to salute him and take him below, the inspector heard the crew-leader's voice calling "let go for'ard!" down near the waterline, and then quite distinct, although distant, the 'thwack' of cane against cotton shorts. The plaintive yelp which floated up over the side confirmed that Allison meant to discharge her duty with a will.
T.S. "Viceroy's" intelligence system hadn't had much warning of the inspector's impending arrival but it had coped perfectly nevertheless. While the whaler had been pulling across the harbour towards the jetty to fetch the inspector, the motorboat had slipped away on the far side of the ship in the direction of the signals office, and while Senior Cadet Marley's crew were still making a pig's ear of hooking on to the ladder, a breathless girl had been tapping at the door of the Captain's cabin.
"Sir – a signal, sir". The captain had read it in a moment.
"Thank you. No reply".
The Educational Petty Officer's grape-vine had back-tracked to the inspector's last three visits and the word had come back – "Bent as a nine bob note". Susceptible, persuadable, a man who liked to enjoy his work like most of them on the Inspectorate. The Captain had already summoned the girl who, for lack of a proper officer in these straitened times, acted as his First Lieutenant.
"Who's on punishment detail for this afternoon?"
"Um – Cadets Howard, Cranley and Everwood, Sir. I dare say I could muster a few more, sir –".
"Right. Put Cranley on Captain's Steward for lunch. This one probably likes 'em young and pretty – don't they all – and see that she looks her best, Fairbrother – I imagine you know the drill by now".
"Yes sir". The girl had licked briefly at her lips, checking through the myriad items that would have to be seen to if the inspector's visit was to be a success. "Punishment parade on the foredeck as usual, sir? Eighteen hundred?"
"Yes – oh and see if we can arrange some kind of tour of the harbour or something for this afternoon – get the sod off the ship while we smarten the place up eh?"
"Yes sir. Will that be all, sir?"
"I think so. Right then – get up there and smile at him girl – and wiggle your bum!"
"Yes sir!" Senior Cadet Fairbrother had taken herself off and the Captain had had a moment to himself before he needed to turn on the charm.
With the information from the Educational Petty Officer's dash ashore, he was at least equipped to deal with the situation with his eyes open. More than once it hadn't been that easy – but never mind. This inspector it seemed, was a man after his own heart. He had snatched up his cap and gone up to meet the man from the Ministry.
The Captain leaned back from the table, took his pipe from his pocket and fed it slowly and carefully with an aromatic mixture from a leather pouch. This operation absorbed his attention and the inspector seated opposite was free at last to stare unhindered by considerations of politeness at the softly-plumped pout at the bottom of the girls belly – the girl who had stood a little behind and a little to one side of the Captain chair throughout lunch, when she had not been waiting on them during the meal. The impudent fullness of the girl's pubic swell, enhanced by the snug fit of her little knickers which quite failed to conceal anything of the underlying shape of her pubes, had fascinated him for the entire time he had been at the Captain's table, as had the mere fact of the girl's virtual undressedness in the presence of the Captain and, most surprisingly, himself, without any conscious intimation having been made on his part that such an unusual circumstance would even be permissible according to his own lights, far less something for him to be confronted with over lunch on his first hour aboard the ship. He had said nothing however, because disregarding the oddness of it all, the truth was that the titillating effect of the girl's presence had excited him considerably and he hadn't seen enough of her yet by any means.
Cadet Cranley, the girl whom Senior Cadet Fairbrother had reported as being on punishment parade and who was now acting as the Captain's Steward, stood smartly to attention with her whole posture as militarily correct as she could make it after only nine weeks training, but with the effect entirely disipated by the maidenly blush which heightened the colour in her cheeks and by the virginal downcast of her eyes each time the inspector's penetrating gaze could disengage itself from her pubes or her nipples long enough to take in her face as well. She started suddenly as the Captain spoke.
"You may clear away now, Cranley" he said, as he put his pipe between his teeth.
"Yes sir". The girl came round the table to take the inspector's coffee cup – the Captain hadn't wanted coffee – and then she had to lean across to reach the pot with her knickers stretching across her round young buttocks under the inspector's very nose. The inspector, who had been invited to watch the girl's forthcoming chastisement – in the line of duty of course – which was scheduled for that afternoon immediately after the Captain had finished his lunch, rather self-consciously eyed the solid look of her bum under the flimsy pants and found himself wondering how it was going to respond to a good hard whack with a cane.
"Ooh!" The girl's gasp took him aback, as though she had read his thoughts and felt the imaginary stroke as he had pictured it landing. Even the Captain, couldn't restrain a grin as she stood back from the table with a petulant look on her face and kept the hot coffee-pot well away from her bare breasts this time. "S-Sorry sir" she whispered, aware that she had caused a little bit of a stir by her clumsiness.
"Clear off, Cranley!" said the Captain mildly, "and you can come back with two brandies – you'd like a brandy wouldn't you Mr. Vallis? – in five minutes".
"Yes sir". The girl's scantily-knickered bottom bounced indiscreetly behind her as she left the cabin while the Captain kept an eye on his guest's interest in her retreating shape. He waited until the inspector withdrew his glance and then he puffed on his pipe and allowed a convincing chuckle to lighten the atmosphere between them.
"Pretty little thing isn't she?"
"Oh – yes, she is". The inspector seemed undecided about something. The Captain wondered for a moment whether he had judged his man amiss. He thought he'd better let his visitor make the pace.
The inspector wondered for his part if he oughtn't to stamp his authority on this meeting and demand to know what the Captain meant by having his girls wandering around virtually naked – on the other hand, he knew perfectly well what he meant by it, and it would save him the awkwardness of having to suggest a bit of mutual back-scratching himself. He made up his mind to play the ball as it lay.
"I wonder – perhaps you know that one of my tasks on these visits is to interview a few of the girls – in private, that is – to get an idea of their points of view with respect to conditions as they apply to them at these establishments. Ah – d'you think your steward – Cranley? Was that her name? D'you think she'd make a suitable interviewee?"
"Er – yes, I should say so". The Captain wasn't sure of his man any longer – but he could hardly start any cover-ups now, not with the cards already dealt. Perhaps it had been a mistake after all. He began to think about his pension entitlement and wondered whether he was about to say goodbye to it.
"Fine. Well, would you mind if I had my chat with her when she comes back?"
"Alright with me, Mr. Vallis" said the Captain, a trifle too heartily. This had all the makings of a catastrophe, if his information had been wrong.
"Good, so that's agreed then". The inspector reached for his briefcase and took out an ominous-looking pad of forms, then looked up at his host. "By the way – the crew-leader in the boat which brought me across – Marley, I think she said her name was".
"Marley? Oh yes". Now what was he up to.
"How old is she?"
"Er – coming on eighteen, I should think. I could find out".
"No, no. It's just that she seems a little inexperienced in handling her cadets – she made rather a mess of coming alongside this morning, you know".
"Yes, I heard –" What was he up to?
"I wondered whether you thought she ought to be replaced – perhaps temporarily, that would be up to you – and another of the girls in her crew given the chance to show what she could do".
"Ah – well, I don't see why not, if you think so". It seemed best to go along with him – that way things wouldn't get any worse!
"Fine". The inspector shuffled his papers. "And out of interest, what would you say would be a suitable punishment – I'm speaking of corporal punishment, of course – for a senior cadet whose negligence in boat-handling put the safety of a passenger at risk? And here I'm speaking of myself, Captain". He eyed the Captain in a bland way that was somehow all the more threatening for its lack of expression.
"Well, I suppose the rules allow for her to be caned, just as any cadet might be –".
"Would you think that to be a suitable punishment – a caning?"
"Ah – well, yes. But I rely upon my senior cadets quite heavily – I wouldn't want to undermine the girl's authority in front of her juniors. I mean, I shouldn't think I've had Marley's knickers down – for punishment that is, of course – in the last six months".
The inspector smiled a thin smile. "Whereas you've had her knickers down for other purposes, Captain?"
"No no. Of course not. That wasn't what I meant at all". It hadn't been what he'd meant, needless to say, although the inspector's interpretation had been too damned near the mark for comfort. The Captain gave in. "Well, let's say the girl does deserve a caning shall we, Mr. Vallis. May I take it that you'd like to see her get it?"
Knowing that he'd hit upon a chink in the Captain's armour, the inspector felt free to say "Yes, you may take it that I should like to see the girl punished, Captain".
The Captain puffed aggressively on his pipe, nodded his approval, and turned suddenly to bark at the unfortunate Cadet Cranley, who had reappeared in the doorway with two glasses and a brandy bottle on a tray.
"Don't you know better than to barge into this cabin without knocking girl?"
Cadet Cranley stopped in her tracks and a glass toppled over on the tray and broke into pieces.
The captain got to his feet and caught the girl a hefty slap on the buttocks.
"I'll deal with you when Mr. Vallis has had a word with you, Cranley. Right now I need a breath of fresh air". He left the cabin and shut the door heavily behind him, leaving Cadet Cranley bewildered by the suddeness of events and worming her hips distractedly as the sting of the spank sank in. Her frightened eyes met the inspector's and she burst into tears.
The inspector watched the girl, who was no more adequately covered than she had been earlier, and slowly she stopped her crying and attempted to concentrate upon her asigned task.
"Um – s-sir, would you like a drink?"
"No, thank you". The inspector crossed his legs and motioned to her to put down the tray.
"What's you're first name?" he enquired pleasantly.
"Sir – Susan, sir". She stood now with her hands folded demurely in front, but her attempt at a modest pose was altogether spoiled by the impudent thrust of her young breasts and the rather snooty way her pink nipples pointed in different outward and upward directions.
"Susan - are you happy here? Hmm?"
The conflict between self-preservation and the longing to tell someone just how awful it was on this ship was evident in her troubled face, but her eyes met his, frank and appealing, as though she thought that he might be someone she could trust.
"Sir – n-not really sir. I wish I could go back home sir".
"Do you my dear? And what is it that's so dreadful here that you wish you could go home, eh?"
Stuck for words, fearful of saying too much, Susan could do no more than gesture hopelessly with her hands – the plump pout of her pubes was disclosed for a moment. She saw the inspector's eyes drop to the level of her knickers and folded her hands there again, but then in a gesture which she probably hoped would be interpreted as an expression of trust, she let her hands swing down to her side. It wasn't lost on the inspector.
"Ah – have you been Captain's Steward on other occasions, Susan?"
"Sir, once sir, about two weeks ago".
"I see – and is that –" He indicated the girl's near nakedness – "the usual dress for a steward on this ship?"
"Umm – well, no, not really sir". She seemed embarrassed.
"So it's specially for my benefit, eh?"
"Sir – I suppose it must be". She blushed as she sought for the words. "Um – we – we aren't usually allowed knickers, sir". Her cheeks were crimson as she looked down at her feel.
"No knickers?" He said it mildly, but if anything the flush in Susan's cheeks heightened.
"N-no sir – not on Captain's Steward sir. It – it's very humiliating sir".
"I see". His crossed-over leg swung lazily, the girl watching his polished brown shoe for somewhere to cast her nervous glance. He left the obvious question aside for the moment.
"And what else do you find makes you unhappy – mmm?"
"Sir – getting caned is worst sir".
"Hmm". He caught the momentary flutter of her eyelashes as she looked up at him then away again. Greatly daring, she risked initiating a fresh turn to the convention.
"Sir – the girls say you're someone important sir. Someone from the Ministry. Are you sir, someone important?"
The inspector noted this development with interest. "Yes – I suppose you could say I'm sort of important. Why d'you ask?"
Susan swallowed audibly before she risked speaking again. "Sir – after this – after you've finished with me – the Captain's going to cane me sir. I-I hate being c-caned –". She looked at him pathetically, near to tears again. The inspector smiled at her, seeming sympathetic.
"So –". The girl's tack was transparently obvious "– you'd like me to intervene? To save you and your pretty little bottom from the Captain and his cane? Is that it?"
"Er – well, yes sir, I suppose that's what I mean". Her hands moved to her hips, thumbs tucking into the waistband of her insubstantial knickers. The inspector watched – there was no mistaking the inference of that little motion. He watched as she plucked up her courage then inched her pants down from her hips, a crinkle of pubic hair appearing as she slipped the knickers down to the tops of her thighs. She put her hands behind her back and wouldn't look at him – this helpless offering of the only thing she had, her sweet youthfulness and her body's most precious secret – stirred the inspector to consider the possibilities; possibilities which had to be rejected the moment they came into his mind for fear of the consequences which might ensue it he gave way to his natural impulses and was then discovered by someone coming in unexpectedly. But the girl had advanced, hesitantly but still determinedly, to within arms-reach of his chair. The fresh, warm smell of her body was in his nostrils the invitation becoming more difficult to decline. Almost unconsciously the inspector's hand reached out, stroked the inside of her upper thigh with the back of a finger, delved between her legs, slipped two fingers along the warm, moist tunnel and felt her shiver at his violation of her modesty, or perhaps it was shock at her own invitation to him to have done it. The full, soft weightiness of her bum-cheeks, explored briefly from between her legs, made him think of the caning the Captain was about to give her – the caning which he would let the Captain give her, sweet pleading or not. He withdrew his hand, letting a finger trail down between her cheeks, feeling her little start as he touched a sensitive area on the way back.
"Well now Susan – I'm not sure I should interfere in the Captain's plans for this nice little bottom of yours, you know".
She edged a little away, just a sort of mental distancing from the disappointment that the inspector's words implied.
"Sir – please, I really don't want to be caned – it frightens me; even thinking about it scares me sir!"
"How many strokes will the Captain give you d'you think, Susan?"
She swallowed again, her nerve beginning to go now that this last chance to avoid her punishment seemed to be slipping away. "Er – t-twelve sir, probably sir. Actually I don't know –" She trailed off, her voice catching in her throat.
"Well I'm really not at all sure I should interfere, Susan". He looked up at her, his face bright as though he'd just had a good idea. "But if you're really frightened –".
"Sir – I am sir. I don't want the cane sir –". She looked terrified, in fact, her lips moistly apart, her eyes wide, her cheeks pink. "Please sir –".
"Very well, Susan – I shall stay here and see it through with you". He said it boldly as a man would who was preparing to demonstrate his great loyalty to a friend by the making of a considerable sacrifice.
"Oh – sir, please –".
"No, no, I insist. It's the least I can do". He slapped her bottom playfully. "Now then, run along and tell the Captain I've finished with you – oh, and this conversation is to remain strictly between you and me, alright?"
The girl looked at him fearfully – he slapped her again. "Come on – don't worry. I shall be here to look after your interests Susan".
Susan backed awkwardly away. The inspector 'shooed' her towards the door with a wave of his hand and she turned and went, her step leaden her face turning towards him one last time, only to be waved away again. Bursting into tears she turned the door handle, realising only when she had opened it that her knickers weren't where they ought to be. With a sob she yanked them up – too much, because they slid up between her cheeks and left her bottom virtually bare but she seemed not to notice and scampered from the cabin, her crying fading with her running footsteps.
Susan's caning was a very noisy affair. Swishy canes on girl's bare bottoms make a sound that might not be heard very clearly through a heavy oak door, but a girl's yells as she is thrashed have a more piercing quality which no door can adequately muffle. Susan's caning was no secret on that ship.
Spreadeagled across the cabin's big table, her knickers taken down and off and stuffed nonchalently into the Captain's pocket, Susan began her sobbing even as the cane was first presented to the impudent upswell of her satin-pink bum cheeks, then flicked as if to assess this particular bottom's firmness and resilience to the cane. With the inspector holding both her hands and keeping her well stretched-out, her face, when she looked up, was no more than a couple of feet from her "supporter's" own as he sat in his chair and leaned a little back to exert a slight but constant tension on her arms. Her young breasts were squeezed against the table by her weight, her belly squeaked against the polished wood as she fidgeted nervously while the Captain's cane toyed with the insouciance of her bum – then "thwack!" The cane descended.
Susan's head jerked back – over her shoulder the inspector could see the twitch of her buttocks as the cane's venom sank home. Again the captain brought the cane down across the crowns of both cheeks, and Susan's tears splashed onto the inspector's lap as she threw her head from side to side, her mouth open as she first gasped then sobbed in a series of descending tones, over and over again.
Her caning proceeded methodically; when her legs began scissoring up and down the Captain trapped them against his side with his free hand and caned the agile buttocks with a backhand stroke diagonally across the cheeks, although even his sizeable bulk was barely sufficient to anchor the squealling cadet in the moments immediately following the cane's crisp arrival. By the time the twelve strokes had been delivered, her reactions to it were virtually uncontrollable. When the inspector finally released her there were reddening marks around the girl's wrists from the tightness of the grip it had taken to hold her. His glimpse of her thrashed bottom as she stumbled back from the table and the colouration that the cane had engendered in those previously pale pink cheeks was startling. Hardly recognising that what the Captain was holding out to her was her knickers Susan struggled to stand to attention as the Captain entered the fact of her punishment into a book, and doing things strictly by the rules because of the inspector's presence, read out to her the entry he had made. The girl's legs alternately bent and straightened convulsively and one knee lapped over the other even when she could stand up straight, and all the while her buttocks trembled and squeezed together in an independent little routine which they maintained even when Susan had stepped into her pants and hauled them up.
Weeping still, Susan was dismissed and the Captain poured himself a brandy into the remaining glass without even thinking of offering a drink to the inspector. Perhaps it was just as well – Mr. Vallis' heightened blood-pressure might not have been able to take the additional stimulation of the Captain's brandy. Besides, there was still the business of crew-leader Marley's punishment to superintend – that he was really looking forward to!
The Senior Cadet's public humiliation took place on the deck immediately below the Captain's cabin. Had the ship been at sea they might have bared the girl's bum to the sea air and done it on the upper deck, but the Captain quite sensibly preferred to keep his disciplinary activities as a matter for shipboard awareness only. The ten girls of Senior Cadet Marley's boat were assembled to witness their crew-leader's punishment. Allison Marley herself was told to parade them and to report her crew as being all present to the Captain, during which piece of ceremony she was presumably not supposed to notice that the bow-girl – the one whose bottom she had whacked when the boat-hook had fallen into the water – was carrying the cane which was to be used across her bottom in a few minutes time. Bravely Allison ordered her crew into two ranks and turned to present them and herself to the Captain. She saluted smartly and reported the parade as being ready for punishment to proceed, and then while the Captain inspected the girls ranged behind her, followed by an inspection, chiefly from the rear, of Allison herself, who somehow managed to avoid an eyeball-to-eyeball meeting of glances between herself and the inspector, who was hovering on the gringes of this often-performed ritual and keeping his options open as to his exact position during the forthcoming entertainment, since he hadn't yet worked out which would be the best vantage point to view it from. Of course, he was already enjoying it – the girl herself was as fascinating a picture of teenage femininity one could have imagined. If he had been called upon to record the event for a report back to his ministry, he might truthfully have stated that the girl had been wearing gym shoes, socks, shorts, a tee-shirt and her cap, which she had now passed to one of her crew to hold. On the face of it, nothing to raise an eyebrow about. A more accurate report, however, would have recorded that Allison had been less dressed than undressed and a photograph might well have given an upward lift to more than eyebrows in the office.
Allison's tits, which had excited the inspector's attention earlier up on deck, were an especial treat; not particularly because they were large, they were not; nor because they were exactly womanly – Allison's whole presentation of herself made her look more like a healthy sixth-form schoolgirl than a woman; no, it had to do with the way they carried themselves – firm but inviting, uplifted but cuppable in the hand – in fact, very much like the girl's bottom in all these respects. And that was a comparison which in the circumstances, was easy enough to observe. Allison's tee-shirt, no doubt specially "tailored" for just such occasions as these, stopped short on a horizontal line just below her nipples – the fine upcurve of the underside of her breasts could be plainly seen. As she had saluted the Captain, the raising of her arm had been the cue for the nipple of her right breast to peep cheekily from below the angled hem of the tee-shirt, the whole firm weightiness of both tits bobbing faintly as the girl had brought her hand snappily down to her side. As for her shorts, they had been trimmed and hemmed to proportions no more generous nor modest than the tee-shirt; at the back they curved up so steeply across each buttock that they hardly departed from the crease of her bum until they had reached the top of that soft division of bum-cheeks, whilst at the front, the same tailoring technique had pared down the material until it was little more than a wide seam which appeared between the girl's thighs, dipped snuggly between softly swollen labia and ascended in a narrow downward pointing arrow to the girl's waist. If presentation counted for anything, Allison was the most erotically decorative young cadet that the inspector had ever seen.
Allison wasn't required to remove any part of her scanty clothing – there was, indeed, hardly the need – before she was told to step forward and spread herself laterally across an overturned half-barrel – an unusually large one – which, as the inspector noted, had been provided on one side with cut-out hand holds and on the other with similar but larger places, padded inside on their lower surfaces, into which the girl to be punished would place her knees, these lodgements being sufficiently widely-spaced as to require that her legs were parted at an angle to each other which approached some forty-five degrees. Thus presented, with her body curved across the barrel's fat belly and her bottom conveniently at waist height, Allison was ready for her punishment.
The girl carrying the cane stepped smartly forward and handed it with both hands to the Captain, then stepped back into line. Across her own semi-exposed bottom-cheeks the marks of Allison's cane was plainly visible beyond the coverage line of her shorts – her expression, though not so unseamanlike as to be worthy of remark, held a glow of satisfaction as she resumed her place and bent her glance upon the upturned bottom of the girl who had made her life miserable for the previous few months.
The eighteen strokes of the caning took some ten minutes to administer – Allison's conduct, as the cane whipped across her plumped-out bum-cheeks, was that of an ordinary teenaged girl whose bottom was an vulnerable to the cut of a cane as that of any girl who was trying desparately, almost endearingly, to be very brave yet failing to be quite brave enough. The first stroke, which was hard and low across the undercurve of both cheeks together, wrenched a shudder from her body and a shiver from her buttocks, but no more than a faint gasp in the way of vocal protest. The second stroke, an inch or so higher up the swell of her bum, brought a little forward jerk across the barrel and a convulsive tweaking together of her bottom-cheeks while the cane was drawn back and held in readiness for the next stroke. Allison's gasp was clearly audible this time; in the ranks of watching girls more than one pair of buttocks reacted in sympathy with twitching of the crew-leader's bottom.
By the sixth stroke, Allison's bum had livened up considerably. As the "whack" of the cane still echoed along the deckhead, there was a scrabbling noise as she lost her hand-hold on the far side of the barrel and a gasp that had more than a hint of panic in it. A second gasp, sounding more frantic, accompanied a lift of her hips and a slow worming of her bottom which took several seconds to subside and which was the first of a series of such pathetic little movements that after a few more strokes would become a sustained squirming that persisted through the interval between every subsequent cane stroke.
Stroke number twelve, and Allison's gasps were now hearty sobs which died away only just before the cane whipped across her buttocks for the thirteenth time. Allison squealed and wrenched her bum sideways across the barrel. She lost her finger-hold again and her hand waved plaintively back towards the twitching buttocks as if to clasp the crimsoned cheeks. "Stop that!" came the Captain's stern voice – Allison's hand returned reluctantly to its proper place and the caning continued.
Thereafter Allison's active young bottom didn't desist from its panicky wriggling at any time, and every stroke accelerated the rate at which it swerved from side to side, with little liftings-up and bumpings-down when the cane delivered a particularly meaty whack across it's crimson-wealed target.
With stroke sixteen, Allison at last gave way to the tears which she had so nearly defied altogether, and her weeping marked the end of her determination to be a brave girl. The seventeenth stroke had her blubbering for it to stop – "Oh please sir, please no more!" – but the last stroke swept down and cracked as hard as all the rest across Allison's frantically squirming bum. Her panic-stricken yells gave way to uncontrolled sobbing as she was ordered up from her place across the barrel and she couldn't help but clutch at her trembling bottom even when she saluted the Captain and turned to march her squad away. The girls, although they all had reason enough to want to see their crew-leader whipped, helpfully obeyed, sobbed words of command even though they were almost incomprehensivel, and the girls marched away followed by the unsteady, still weeping Allison with her bobbing cane-reddened bottom perfectly displayed in all its nakedness by the almost non-existent shorts.
Some twenty minutes later, his visit having achieved its various objects both official and otherwise, the inspector climbs down the ladder over the side of the ship and drops awkwardly into the whaler alongside. Averting her eyes from him, indeed from everyone, Allison stands in the bow of the boat with the boat-hook, holding the whaler close to the hull of the "Viceroy". Someone, presumably the new crew-leader who was to have taken over as soon as Allison's punishment had been completed – has obviously refused the other girl permission to change into her regulation shorts. She is wearing the same tee-shirt as all the others but her punishment shorts still display the plump canedness of her bum cheeks and a glance at the new crew-leader, the girl who had been bow-girl on the outward trip – convinces the inspector that Allison's lack of covering for her bottom is no mere piece of cattiness on the new crew-leader's part. Although she has a respectful air about her with the inspector in her boat and probably hasn't had time to gain sufficient confidence to assert her authority properly with a VIP looking on, from the way she carries the cane across her knees and flicks it now and then against her own bare thigh, the inspector would guess that she is quietly assessing what degree of swish the implement needs to induce what decree of sting on bare flesh. Once the inspector is out of the way the ready accesibility of those bare and well-caned buttocks, glowing tenderly in the bow of the whaler is no doubt going to be exploited to the full.

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Journal Sentinel buys Wisconsin Trails, Milwaukee Home magazines
Journal Sentinel Inc., which publishes the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, has purchased two magazines from Trails Media Inc. -- Wisconsin Trails and Milwaukee Home & Fine Living.
Terms of the transaction, which was announced Friday, were not disclosed. Journal Sentinel is owned by Milwaukee-based Journal Communications Inc. (NYSE: JRN).
Wisconsin Trails is a 45-year-old magazine that covers the state's people, history, nature, travel and culture. Milwaukee Home is aimed at affluent residents in greater Milwaukee. It debuted in late 2003 and is published six times per year.
Trails Media, which is based in Black Earth, also publishes Corporate Report Wisconsin, annual tourism guides and books. The company's CEO is Scott Klug, a former U.S. congressman who is now a lobbyist. He serves as public affairs director in the Madison office of law firm Foley & Lardner.
The two magazines will join Journal Sentinel's specialty publications group, which include mke, AquiMilwaukee and MetroParent, said Elizabeth (Betsy) Brenner, president and chief operating officer of Journal Communications' publishing group.
"The acquisition of these two great titles underscores our strategy to go deeper into our local markets to reach the quality readers that advertisers most desire," she said.
The company anticipates generating revenue growth through its lifestyle Web sites and print products and will take advantage of efficiencies in advertising sales, production and distribution, Brenner said.
Klug said the transaction was the culmination of informal discussions he began a year ago with Brenner when she expressed an interest in acquiring Milwaukee Home & Fine Living. He said Journal Sentinel will be able to provide the resources to grow the magazine. He declined to disclose the circulation of either magazine.
Wisconsin Trails will benefit from Journal's Web and video-streaming capabilities and tie-ins with its other media, such as radio stations, Klug said.
Journal Sentinel will keep all 11 employees who worked on the magazines, Klug said. Milwaukee Home & Fine Living's office in Milwaukee will be closed and that staff will shift to Journal Sentinel offices. Wisconsin Trails magazine will maintain an office in Black Earth, he said.
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The Mastercard payment system introduced a virtual environment for testing state cryptocurrencies from central banks of different countries.
Mastercard executives explained that the platform is a virtual environment in which central banks can explore the potential of their digital currencies and simulate practical use cases. The platform will be able to simulate the issuance of government stablecoins and their distribution, as well as the execution of transactions between banks, financial service providers and customers. The Mastercard solution will also demonstrate how digital currencies from the Central Bank can be used by ordinary people to pay for goods and services in any regions where Mastercard cards are accepted.
Payment giant Mastercard has invited central and commercial banks, as well as technology and consulting firms, to participate in the testing. At the same time, Mastercard management understands that each central bank uses different methods of researching government cryptocurrencies, so the platform will be adapted to the legal environment of each bank. Thus, banks will be able to analyze whether their digital currency meets the needs of a particular region or an entire country.
Sheila Warren, head of blockchain development and distributed ledger technology at WEF, said that the interaction of the private and public sectors in the study of stablecoins from the Central Bank will help banks to better understand the capabilities of the blockchain and how digital currencies work. Raj Dhamodharan, Executive Vice President of Digital Assets and Blockchain at Mastercard, said central banks are actively exploring the possibility of issuing their own digital currency. These assets can be used for a variety of purposes, both to provide broad access to financial services and to modernize the payment system.
“The Mastercard solution will drive innovation in the public sector. This will be facilitated by banks and all firms that share our core values. The platform will provide the necessary support for central banks, which are making the right decisions now, paving the way for the prosperity of the local economy, ”Damodaran added.
As a reminder, this summer Mastercard allowed cryptocurrency debit card issuer Wirex to directly issue Mastercard payment cards to its customers. Additionally, in February, Mastercard became a member of the Blockchain Education Alliance, which supports blockchain education at universities around the world.


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David Malis, Metropolitan Opera baritone and star of this summer's Way Off Broadway's production of "South Pacific", returns to Fairfield and the Sondheim Center for a Halloween Concert of Musical Theater favorites!
This is not a trick but will be a treat for your ears! Costumes are not required but are suggested for this rollicking matinee of hits by Cole Porter, Irving Berlin, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Rodgers and Hammerstein and other Broadway greats.
You won't want to miss this fun and romantic event...bring a date! There will also be "Best Costume" contest (judged by the audience)...the winners will receive two tickets for the upcoming Way Off Broadway production of "Jesus Christ, Superstar".
Put on your best costume and join David for a wonderful show!
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• 26 field configurable input ranges
• DC Voltage Input: 0-50 mV to +/- 10 V
• DC Current Input: 0-1 mA to 0-20 mA
• Output: (2) SPDT Relays
• Field-Configurable by User
The API 1090 G accepts a DC voltage or current input and provides a visual alarm indication and two independent alarm outputs via SPDT relay contacts for each setpoint. 17 voltage and 9 current input ranges can be field-configured via external rotary and slide switches. Offset ranges such as 1-5 VDC and 4-20 mADC are also included. Consult the factory for other available ranges.
API exclusive features include a LoopTracker LED that varies in intensity with changes in the process signal, a bi-color alarm status LED, and a Functional Test Push button to toggle both relays independent of the input. The green LoopTracker LED varies in intensity with changes in the process input signal. Monitoring the state of this LED can provide a quick visual picture of your process loop at all times. The functional test push button toggles the alarm status independent of the input when depressed. It verifies the alarm and system operation and also provides the additional function of unlatching the alarm when the latching mode has been selected.
Heavy-duty relay contacts allow the module to directly control high capacity loads. The alarm outputs can be configured in the field for HI/HI, LO/LO, HI/LO or LO/HI operation, latching or non-latching, and normal or reverse acting. Topaccessible, multi-turn potentiometers are used to adjust the deadband from 1 to 100% and the alarm setpoints from 0 to 100%.
This module includes an unregulated 18 VDC loop excitation supply that can be used to power an external loop-powered transmitter or other passive input device eliminating the need for an additional DC loop supply.


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Composed by Florent Schmitt (1870-1958). Piano x2, 4 Hands. Score (2 included). 56 pages. Lauren Publications #LAU024. Published by Lauren Publications (PE.LAU024).
- Artist: Florent Schmitt
- Instruments: 2 pianos, 4 hands
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Florent Schmitt (French pronunciation: [flɔʁã ʃmit]; 28 September 1870 – 17 August 1958) was a French composer. He was part of the group known as Les Apaches. His most famous pieces are La tragédie de Salome and Psaume XLVII (Psalm 47).
He has been described as “one of the most fascinating of France’s lesser-known classical composers”.
== Biography ==
=== Early life and career ===
Born in Meurthe-et-Moselle, Schmitt took music lessons in Nancy with the local composer Gustave Sandré. At the age of 19 he entered the Paris Conservatoire, where he studied with Gabriel Fauré, Jules Massenet, Théodore Dubois, and Albert Lavignac. In 1900 he won the Prix de Rome.


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Situational demands and emotional significance during language processing
Abstract: The meaning of a word is more than definition. The comprehension of
the words "love" or "death" entails a deep understanding of the social and emotional
implications, as wells as contextual and motivational significance. In this dissertation,
we explore the neuroscience of how emotional content, local context, and task demands
influence word processing. In chapter I, we describe ... read moreanalytic approaches to these questions
that model word processing as the convergence of the particulars of the item, the
comprehender, and context. In chapter II, we apply these techniques to investigate how the
semantic processing of infrequent words is facilitated if that word is also highly
emotional, regardless of whether attention is oriented towards semantic features or
emotional features. In chapter III, we present two experiments that investigate the role of
valence in semantic processing by implementing a full cross of semantic priming and
affective priming, finding radically different patterns of effects that suggest the two may
rely on distinct mechanisms. And in chapter IV, we investigate how the semantic priming
effect adapts to the local context as participants implicitly learn the statistical
contingencies, using a novel trial-by-trial adaptation analysis that shows the evolution of
the semantic priming effect through time. Overall, these data suggest that semantic
processing is fundamentally supported by all pertinent knowledge, including knowledge of
emotional significance and implicit contextual expectations. Language comprehension is as
richly textured as the comprehenders.
Thesis (Ph.D.)--Tufts University, 2016.
Submitted to the Dept. of Psychology.
Advisor: Gina Kuperberg.
Committee: Gina Kuperberg, Heather Urry, Meredith Brown, and Eddie Wlotko.
Keywords: Neurosciences, and Cognitive psychology.read less

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Parsons, William (1800-1867) (DNB00)
PARSONS, WILLIAM, third Earl of Rosse (1800–1867), astronomer, born at York on 17 June 1800, was eldest son of Sir Lawrence Parsons, second earl of Rosse [q. v.] whom he succeeded in the title and estates on 24 Feb. 1841, having previously, from 1807, borne the title of Lord Oxmantown. His education was conducted at home until 1818, when he entered Trinity College, Dublin. Thence, by his father's desire, he passed to Oxford, matriculated from Magdalen College on 1 Feb. 1821, and graduated first class in mathematics on 7 Dec. 1822. From 1823 till 1834 he was four times elected to represent the King's County in parliament, but resigned his seat in 1834 in order to secure leisure for philosophical pursuits. His experiments towards improving the reflecting telescope were begun in 1827 at his father's seat, Birr Castle, Parsonstown, King's County, their earlier results being communicated in 1828 and 1830 to Brewster's ‘Edinburgh Journal of Science’ (ix. 25, ii. 136, new ser.). There was as yet no established mode of procedure in the matter; the processes of the Herschels had not been made public, and everything had to be freshly contrived. Lord Oxmantown took his workmen from the immediate locality; the requisite tools and machinery, furnaces and ovens, were constructed on the spot. He invented in 1828 an engine for grinding and polishing specula by steam power, and, after laborious trials, decided upon an alloy of four atoms (126.4 parts) of copper with one atom (58.9 parts) of tin as their material; but the difficulties connected with large castings of an eminently brittle and refractory substance were overcome only by the exercise of inexhaustible patience and ingenuity.
At last, in 1839, a 3-ft. speculum was successfully cast and mounted as a Newtonian. The details of its construction were communicated to the Royal Society on 9 May 1840 (Phil. Trans. cxxx. 503), and the results of observations made with it upon some of the nebulæ, on 19 June 1844 (ib. cxxxiv. 321). The methods of work being now well under control, two specula, each six feet in diameter, four tons in weight, and of fifty-four feet focus, were cast, after various failures, in 1842 and 1843. The tube in which one of these was mounted was fifty-eight feet long, and seven in diameter. Dean Peacock walked through it with uplifted umbrella, and it was compared by Dr. Robinson, when erect, to one of the round towers of Ireland. It was slung in chains between two piers of masonry twenty-three feet apart, seventy long, and fifty high. Its horizontal movement was limited to about ten degrees on either side of the meridian; but it had a vertical range of nearly one hundred and ten degrees. The speculum was supported in this vast tube by a complex system of cast-iron platforms, triangles, and levers, skilfully adapted for the equable distribution of pressure. The cost of the entire machine was estimated at 20,000l. Observations with it were begun in February 1845, and Rosse showed his tact by employing its unprecedented light-gathering powers chiefly in the examination of nebulæ. Among the more immediate results of its application were the decomposition into stars of many such objects until then ranked as irresolvable, the discovery of the important class of spiral nebulæ, and the detection of a complex annular structure in many of the ‘planetary’ kind. A description of these results was laid before the Royal Society on 19 June 1850 (ib. cxl. 499), and was succeeded on 5 June 1861 by a paper ‘On the Construction of Specula of Six-feet Aperture, and a Selection from the Observations of Nebulæ made with them’ (ib. cli. 681). This embodied the results obtained during seven years from the examination of nearly all Sir John Herschel's nebulæ. Drawings, sketches, and descriptive extracts from the observatory journals were appended, and the series was continued by the present Earl of Rosse in the ‘Transactions’ of the Royal Dublin Society for 1880.
Rosse joined the Royal Astronomical Society in 1824, the Royal Society in 1831, acted as president of the latter body from 1849 to 1854, and received a royal medal in 1851 (Proceedings of the Royal Society, vi. 113). The university of Cambridge conferred upon him in 1842 an honorary degree of LL.D., and the Imperial Academy of St. Petersburg admitted him to membership in 1853. He was a knight of St. Patrick (1845), and Napoleon III created him a knight of the Legion of Honour at the close of the Paris Exhibition of 1855. He presided over the meeting at Cork in 1843 of the British Association, was a visitor of Maynooth College and the Royal Observatory, Greenwich, belonged to the senate of the Queen's University, sat on the royal commission of weights and measures, and became chancellor of the university of Dublin in 1862. His duties as a local magnate were meanwhile discharged with exemplary assiduity. He exercised an unstinted hospitality, was lord lieutenant of King's County from 1831, and colonel of its militia from 1834. In the House of Lords, to which he was elected in 1845 as one of the representative peers for Ireland, he devoted himself to committee business, but spoke against the repeal of the corn laws. During the famine of 1846–7 he spent nearly the whole of his Irish revenues on the relief of distress, co-operating, however, vigorously with the government, at the constant risk of his life, in the suppression of murderous societies. His knowledge of the country was evinced by his ‘Letters on the State of Ireland,’ London, 1847 (2nd ed. in same year), and in his ‘Few Words on the Relation of Landlord and Tenant in Ireland,’ London, 1867. The latter was commented upon in Isaac Butt's ‘The Irish People and the Irish Land,’ 1867.
Rosse died at Monkstown, co. Dublin, on 31 Oct. 1867, in consequence of the removal of a tumour on the knee. His long and painful illness was borne with admirable fortitude. He was buried in the old church of St. Brendan, Parsonstown. A mural tablet was put up in his honour in the new parish church, and a bronze statue, by J. H. Foley, was erected by public subscription in John's Place, Parsonstown, and unveiled by his widow on 21 March 1876. A sermon ‘On the Immortality of the Intellect’ (afterwards published) was preached by the Rev. John Hewitt Jellett [q. v.] on the occasion of his death. Estimable in all the relations of life, he pursued without pretension or self-seeking the combined careers of a philosopher, a patriot, and a philanthropist.
Rosse married, on 14 May 1836, Mary, elder daughter and coheiress of Mr. John Wilmer Field of Heaton Hall, Yorkshire. He had by her four sons, of whom the eldest is the present Earl of Rosse. Lady Rosse died on 22 July 1885.
Rosse not only realised a great enlargement of telescopic capacity, but placed the art of constructing reflectors on a new footing by publishing the details of his methods. He foresaw the necessity for working the telescopes of the future under specially favourable climatic conditions, and was the first to attempt the substitution of silvered surfaces for metallic specula (Report Brit. Assoc. 1851, ii. 12). His experiments in lunar photography led to no definitive result. He was a good chemist, and studied military and naval engineering. During the Crimean war he sent to the admiralty, where it probably still remains, an elaborate memoir on a plan (the first of its kind) devised by him for armour-plating ships. A portrait of him, by Catterson Smith, is in the possession of the Royal Society.[Proc. Royal Soc. vol. xvi. p. xxxvi; Monthly Notices Royal Astron. Soc. xxix. 123; Times, 2 Nov. 1867; Irish Times, 1 Nov. 1867; Daily Express, 1 Nov. 1867; King's County Chronicle, 6 Nov. 1867; Athenæum, 9 Nov. 1867; Dublin Univ. Mag. 1850, xxxvi. 94 (with portrait); T. R. Robinson in the Proc. Royal Irish Academy, 1844 ii. 2, 1847 iii. 114; English Cyclopædia; Nichol's Cyclopædia; Journal Royal Geographical Soc. 1868, vol. xxxviii. p. cxxxvii; Foster's Alumni, Foster's Peerage; Clerke's Popular Hist. of Astronomy, p. 142, 3rd ed.; Grant's Hist. of Physical Astron. p. 536; Mädler's Geschichte der Himmelskunde, ii. 201; Wochenschrift für Astronomie, x. 408; André et Rayet's Astronomie Pratique, ii. 42; Thomas Woods's Monster Telescopes erected by the Earl of Rosse, 4th ed. 1857; Brewster on Rosse's Reflecting Telescopes in the North Brit. Review, ii. 175; Fraser's Mag. 1850, xlii. 591; Royal Society's Cat. of Scientific Papers; Weld's Descriptive Cat. of Portraits, p. 55.]

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Well in the Desert’s New Fundraising Effort Helps Support Services For The Unprivileged
Palm Springs, CA — February 24, 2012 — During the entire first week of March, Coachella Valley residents and visitors are urged to eat for a cause by dining at the local participating restaurants of Dine Well in the Desert, the newest fundraising initiative from Well in the Desert, a local non-profit organization in Palm Springs that has provided food services and advocacy to the underprivileged for over sixteen years. Between Thursday, March 1st, and Wednesday, March 7th, 2012, people dining at Rio Azul Restaurant, Cafe Jasmine, and Azul Tapas Inspired Lounge and Patio in Palm Springs, and Piazza Trilussa Ristorante in Cathedral City, will be giving back to the community simply by enjoying a meal out on the town. A percentage of every sale made by these participating restaurants during the week will go to Well in the Desert.
As someone whose day job is working in the food and beverage industry, Sarah Romero, the event chair of Dine Well in the Desert, says she feels a responsibility to help feed those who do not have the resources to buy groceries, let alone eat out in a restaurant. It was the stories of Bruno Serato of Anaheim White House Restaurant fame, who feeds needy children through the Anaheim Boys and Girls Club, and Pizza Fusion restaurant in Colorado, whose employment program gives former homeless a new start, that influenced Romero to join the board of directors of Well in the Desert and suggest Dine Well in the Desert. “The restaurant business is how I and many others are fortunate enough to make our livelihood,” she shares. “It enables us to put food on our tables and roofs over our heads. It just makes sense to contribute some of the profits made by feeding people to feed others who, for whatever circumstances, can’t do it on their own.”
Well in the Desert serves families, seniors, disabled, homebound, hospice patients, and individuals in the Coachella Valley. Their services include: providing hot meals six days a week from the First Baptist Church, The Church of St. Paul’s in the Desert, Our Lady of Solitude, and Our Lady of Guadalupe (all in Palm Springs), and in Sunrise Park on Sundays; food distribution on Saturdays; sack lunch distribution daily; food deliveries to the homebound; and major holiday meals. These foods help feed over 2,000 people monthly and many times help individuals not to have to choose between paying for food and paying for rent. Daily referral services from mail and phone service to re-entry into jobs, living quarters, and much needed personal support for those who are in very difficult situations are also an integral part of their repertoire.
People are encouraged to dine at Dine Well in the Desert’s participating restaurants when looking for a place to eat between Thursday, March 1st, and Wednesday, March 7th. Event sponsors are KIX Hot Country 92.1 FM, the newest country station in the Palm Springs area, and Talk 105.3 FM in the High Desert. One-time donations to this fundraiser have been made by Cheeky’s and Bongo Johnny’s Patio Bar and Grille in Palm Springs. Additional information, including links to participating restaurants’ websites for locations, hours, and menus, can be found at http://DineWellintheDesert.com.
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Well in the Desert, a 501(c)(3) organization, has provided daily hot meals, emergency food assistance, weekly supplemental food distribution, and access to community services to those affected by poverty throughout the west end of the Coachella Valley for over 16 years. The Well’s mission fuels programs for poverty prevention, direct services for poverty intervention, and organized efforts to advocate for the poor. For more information, visit http://WellintheDesert.org.
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Kwesi Arthur is one the musicians who had very strict parents…….
Many African parents reject the ideas of their children going into the music industry. This is due to what they see and hear of others already in the industry. The tattoos , smoking, and the ladies almost seen naked in music videos makes them feel African parent sick and not wanting their wards being in the same situation because of our various beliefs and rich culture.
Emmanuel Kwesi Danso Arthur Junior known professionally in the music industry as Kwesi Arthur is one the musicians who had very strict parents. He went to the studios of Hitz Fm and in an interview with Jay Foley he narrated that his father was very strict and even their neighbor’s thought that he going into the music industry won’t work in their home,
but the rapper said although his father was strict , he allowed him to do whatever he wanted provided it good.
His father also supported him in his music career , he discloses. The presenter surprised him by calling his father live in the studio and when his father came live on air he said words of encouragement and blessed him with words from the scriptures.

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