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More Than You Know, Ch 3 (Trixya) - Joanne Elizabeth

Summary: Yes, she found Trixie incredibly hot. Yes, this week had put them in some strange situations. But they were still best friends, and if Trixie was interested her in that way, then Katya would be here in Bumfuck, Wisconsin as her actual girlfriend. But she wasn’t. She was her fake girlfriend to make her family happy. She was the most convenient choice as a fake girlfriend, as they spent all their time together anyway. That was why Katya was here. Outside, smoking a cigarette while her best friend fingered herself four stories above Katya’s head, in Katya’s bed.

Trixie struggled to open her eyes the next morning because they were tacky with dried tears. She felt so embarrassed - she hadn’t had nightmares like that in a while, and to have them in front of Katya was way more than she could take on without coffee with this slight hangover. And now there was the actual issue of getting up to get it. She was holding Katya against her chest and moving would surely wake the other girl.

Also like, she was holding Katya against her chest. Trixie considered going back to sleep to avoid all of the thoughts buzzing around. She tried to settle back into the surprisingly comfortable bed, letting her breathing match Katya’s.

She roused again at the clicking of the door. Katya was nowhere to be seen, so she guessed she was smoking downstairs. Trixie stretched and started towards the bathroom, intent on showering so she and Katya could find breakfast together.

But when she opened the door, she forgot all about that because there were boobs.

Katya’s boobs. With Katya’s neatly painted red fingernails touching them gently, and then squeezing them in surprise. Trixie was mesmerized by the way her nipple was puckered. Katya was frozen, hips leaning against the mirror, tight ass poked out slightly, hands grasping her breasts, eyes locked into Trixie’s roaming ones in the mirror.

“Fuck,” Trixie finally had the wherewithal to exclaim, “I’m so sorry, oh my god.” She shut the door quickly.

“My bad! I should have locked it!” called Katya

“I should have knocked!” Trixie argued.

“It’s all good. I’m going to take a quick shower.” Trixie nodded into the empty room. She turned on the TV for a distraction and set to work on the small personal coffee maker the room supplied them with.

This was fine. Friends saw each other naked sometimes. She’d changed with Kim numerous times, had pulled a naked and drunk Trannika to the correct bed once. It wasn’t a big deal. She took a sip of coffee, burning her upper lip with her trembling hand.

Katya emerged from the bathroom in a gust of steam and tiny workout shorts and a tank top.

“It occurs to me now that I’m probably just going to get sweaty again,” she laughed.

“Yeah, but airplane gunk,” Trixie protested. Katya nodded in agreement, like the sentence made sense. Maybe it did to her. Trixie rushed into the bathroom, cheeks still faintly burning, and tied her hair up into a bun. It was only going to be weird if she made it weird.

Once both girls were dressed (even though Trixie despised the athletic-wear her sister had insisted upon for this bachelorette surprise), they found a late breakfast at the diner across the street and sat in comfortable silence on their phones until it was time to meet the bridal party for their event.

Trixie was more nervous about introducing Katya to Maggie’s friends than she was to Maggie. She could predict her sister’s actions and thoughts, but strangers’? Katya, however, took the news that she’d be participating in the bridal activities fairly well. It turned out that Maggie’s coworker Leiah had gone into early labor, and she had been replaced with Robert’s teen daughter Angel, but Angel couldn’t go out on the bachelorette party, hence Katya was now obligated to fill the spot because c’mon it’s already been paid for and it’ll be fun and we should get to know her better, Trixie. So here she sat, smushed into the backseat of someone’s giant SUV, between Katya and a girl named Sydney, on their way to some sort of dance lesson. “Katya, what do you do?” Elena, Maggie’s best friend, said from the driver’s seat.

“I teach yoga,” Katya shrugged. Trixie scoffed.

“She’s an artist. She also works at the gallery that features her work,” Trixie defended.

“Yeah, but yoga pays just as much of the bills lately.” Trixie pushed her shoulder into Katya’s.

“That sounds nice!” Sydney smiled. Elena turned around at the light.

“The yoga will help you here,” she winked. Katya’s brow wrinkled in confusion.

Pole dancing. They were taking a pole dancing class. Trixie hated Maggie, or actually, Elena, since it was her surprise to Maggie for her bachelorette party. She smoothed her shirt down in the mirror, feeling suddenly like her clothes were too tight.

Their instructor was a lanky dark skinned girl who wore a white pair of boyshorts instead of regular pants. Trixie yanked her own leggings even higher on her waist. She introduced herself as Michaela and was suddenly upside down on the pole, legs spread almost parallel to the floor. Trixie felt her jaw drop a little.

It turned out, Trixie wasn’t terrible at pole dancing. The only time she felt herself really fumble was when she looked at Katya. Katya was a goddess, an ethereal being in black short shorts with thighs that squeezed the pole and hands that gracefully supported her, even when she fell.

Michaela asked them to try a move called the fairy and Trixie spent a moment longer than necessary adjusting herself on the pole, enjoying the pressure it placed between her legs. God, this was actually sort of hot? Trixie regretted thinking that she hated Elena for this surprise.

By the time they were finished, she could feel her blood thrumming under her skin and was excited to go back to the hotel to change for a night out of drinking and dancing. She felt invigorated, if not a little sore.

“Is this a knock-off Applebee’s? Is that even a thing that can exist?” Trixie whispered through Katya’s hair as she scanned the menu of the restaurant. They were scrunched into a tacky booth only two hours after their class.

Trixie had partaken in the champagne that Elena had offered them as they changed from their pole dancing outfits into ones suitable for the club. It was making her lightheaded, but she wasn’t sure if she could blame the champagne or the proximity. Either way, she was starting to feel really bratty. Especially that now that Trixie had seen their “fancy restaurant,” she began to question the reputability of the club.

“Shh, I’ll buy you another drink and you won’t even notice,” Katya laughed into her ear, leaning with her hand on her thigh. Trixie clenched it unconsciously.

“So how did you two meet?” Sydney cooed, already slurping the last of her drink through the ice cubes.

“At a party,” Trixie shrugged at the same time that Katya said, “Through our friend Pearl.”

“It was Pearl’s party,” Trixie explained, “And we were both there.”

“And was it like, love at first sight? Did you guys instantly click?” Elena questioned. Trixie’s cheeks turned hot.

“Kind of?” She said, avoiding Katya’s eye. She could still remember the first time she’d met Katya. It was at Pearl’s New Year’s party and she’d been a little too drunk to categorize her properly.

Trixie was in the kitchen searching for another drink when two figures practically fell through the door, excitedly babbling in an alien language.

“Woah, how drunk am I?” Trixie muttered, catching the attention of one of the girls that she now recognized to be Sasha.

“You’re not, кукла. Well, maybe you are,” Sasha extended an arm out to Trixie, pulling her over, “But look! Someone who speaks Russian!” Trixie watched Sasha’s eyes light up before turning her attention to the other girl and - woah.

She had honey blonde hair that curled and frizzed around her shoulders and a tiny magnifying glass around her neck. Her skirt was black with embroidered flowers and Trixie thought it could have been trendy if she had paired it with a top that didn’t violently clash with it the way this one did. But it worked, standing out against her tan skin, too tan for the winter months, even in LA. Trixie glanced down at her legs, which were just as tan and bare and oh my god she really might be drunk already because she felt her heart slow down as she took those thighs into memory.

“ привет, I’m Katya.” She did a little wave, and Sasha immediately grabbed her hand.

“No, the whole thing, again! Please.” Sasha was definitely tipsy; Trixie could see the flush in her cheeks. She wanted to glance behind them to search for Shea, but couldn’t bring herself to look past the blonde.

“My name is Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova, but you can call me Katya.” Her voice was husky and her teeth were bright white against the dark red lips and Trixie waited longer than socially acceptable to meet her eyes again.

“Well, my name is Beatrice Chenoa Mattel, but you can call me Trixie.” She popped her straw into her mouth, only to drop it when a cackle, a true shrieking cackle, came from the girl in front of her. She clutched on to Sasha to steady herself.

“Baaaabyyyyy.” Sasha whipped around, almost dropping Katya. Trixie stifled a giggle - Sasha would always literally drop everything for her girlfriend. Shea appeared in the doorway, looking like an actual hologram of Naomi Campbell, posed against the door frame.

“It’s almost midnight, come spend the last part of the year with me,” Her voice was pitched low, and even Trixie shivered a little. Sasha squeezed Katya’s arm in a goodbye and followed Shea down the hall to one of the bedrooms.

“Gross,” Katya scrunched her nose, pouring water from the tap into one of the plastic cups.

“Lesbian sex?” Trixie questioned, ready to fight this gorgeous woman if she dared to bad mouth her friends. God, she definitely had had whiskey tonight.

“Are you kidding? That’s my only hobby,” Katya laughed, “I meant love.”

“ I don’t think it’s gross,” Trixie defended. The condensation from her emptied cup dripped down her hand. It tickled.

“Yeah? So who are you kissing at midnight, lovebird?” Katya looked Trixie up and down in a way that she could almost feel on her skin. Trixie shook her hair to cover her face more.

“Oh, I didn’t come with anybody,” Trixie blushed, “I mean, some friends, but-”

“You don’t kiss your friends?” Katya finished for her. Trixie shrugged, almost gasping when Katya licked her lips.

“Noted,” Katya winked, checking her phone. “Well, it’s almost midnight. Who’s it going to be?”

“The only man I’ll ever love,” Trixie smiled, turning to face the counter and find the bottle, “Andre!” Katya doubled over at the joke, her laughter coming out in screaming and wheezing bursts. Trixie joined her, her own piercing scream of a laugh ringing through the small kitchen.

“Well, in that case, let me get a couple’s pic,” Katya wheezed, holding up her cell phone. The countdown started in the living room, but Trixie merely fluffed her hair before grabbing the bottle again. She turned to her best side, cocking her hip out in a practiced way to make her ass look bigger and waist look smaller. She puckered her lips and placed the bottle there carefully to avoid smudging her lipstick.

“Gorgeous,” Katya muttered, snapping the picture as people began counting down in the living room.

“Oh my god, send that to me,” Trixie exclaimed, crowding into Katya’s space to see. She pushed some of her hair away from her shoulder, and got a whiff of her smoky and spicy scent.

“I need your number first,” Katya reminded, holding the phone out for Trixie. She took it, brushing her fingertips lightly over Katya’s cold ones as she returned the phone.

“Tallulah, get out here,” Trannika burst through the kitchen, “Naomi texted Kim and she’s having a crisis and I personally have not had enough to drink to deal with her.” She saw Katya, and how close she and Trixie were standing, “Or um, actually I can do it.”

“No, it’s fine,” Trixie took a giant step away from Katya, “Send me that, I gotta go.” She pushed past Trannika to go find her best friend, and didn’t see Katya for the rest of the night.

“Yeah, she gave me her number and totally ditched me,” Katya teased, “But luckily my texting game is strong.”

“Oh whatever, I had to see what was up with Kim! And good thing I did, the dumb bitch almost drunk dialed Naomi at midnight. “ Her knees brushed Katya’s thigh when she turned to argue.

“We have a few mutual friends, so we mostly hung out as a group until she found me too irresistible to just see on the weekends.” Katya turned back towards the table, smirking.

“Yeah, when did that change? When you came over before we went to Sasha’s play?” Trixie asked as she took a heavy sip of the sangria. She knew that was it, but wasn’t sure if Katya remembered.

“Yeah, you made a strawberry cake and invited me over to your place.” Katya was grinning mischievously at the girls at the table, but Trixie distinctly recalls that being a terrible day.

Trixie had gone to two separate grocery stores to find the ingredients she’d needed for the cake. She tried to tell herself it was just a craving she was having, but the desire to make a cake from scratch on the same day that Katya was coming over for the first time seemed like more than a coincidence.

She wanted to impress her. In the few times they’d seen each other, mostly at Pearl’s or out to dinner or even that one time dancing where Trixie drank too much and sent herself home before she could be embarrassing, she’d really started to crush on Katya. She was funny, and kind, and seemed to care about Trixie just as much.

When Shea had mentioned Sasha’s performance, Trixie had insisted she invite Katya - the two had continued their obsession with each other since New Year’s, so it only made sense. And of course Trixie could get off work in time for the performance. She was a good friend, after all.

So when Katya had agreed to go to the show, Trixie had suggested they carpool. Meet me at my house, she’d said, we can hang out before we go. And when Katya’d arrived at her door in a magenta sweater with black handprints scattered across it, all Trixie could think about was placing her hands on each one, especially the one on her sternum, right between her breasts. But then she needed to frost the cake, which was a welcome distraction.

“You play guitar?” And instantaneously, Trixie’s heart was back in her throat.

“Yeah! I’ve been working on getting a new song down. Want to hear it?” She coughed slightly, adjusting herself some to cool down.

“Sure,” Katya nodded from Trixie’s chair at the table. If Katya started coming over more, she’d happily give her the spot. She looked amazing there, with the light coming in through the window to dance in her hair. Trixie rushed to wash her hands after putting the cake away, eager to show Katya her guitar skills.

“Okay, tell me if I’ve got it right enough for you to recognize it.”

Blushing, Trixie began to play Landslide. Like every other woman who loves women, the song was special to her, and she hadn’t played it in front of anyone yet.

“I should set you up with my friend Alaska,” Katya smiled. Trixie’s hands missed a fret and she clumsily dropped the guitar into her lap.

“What?”

“You like music, she likes music. You should get a girlfriend. I’ll set you up.” Katya shrugged coolly, as if she set her friends up all of the time. She probably did.

“Um, okay,” Trixie floundered, putting the guitar back down, “Sure.”

Clearly, Katya didn’t like her. Why would she? Trixie was just an idiot backwoods girl who wore too much makeup and weighed too much. She didn’t know anything about Katya’s cool art interests, couldn’t even keep up with a conversation with her half of the times. Trixie had made it all up in her head.

“What about you, Maggie? Tell us how you met Ryan.” As Katya listened to Maggie’s story, Trixie couldn’t look away from her.

Katya was beautiful, as beautiful as the first time she’d seen her. Maybe even more so. It’d been months since that day, and she’d never fully gotten over that rejection. Which was dumb. She’d technically moved on, having gone home with that girl Kimora from the club. Fuck, she had been so hot, and so very good in bed. But even just that night, she had missed like all of Trixie’s jokes. Katya always laughed at her jokes. Trixie bet she was pretty good in bed too. She was so flexible, after all. Trixie thought about the way her tongue twisted when she spoke Russian. And her breasts, this morning, pale against her tanned hands. Trixie bet she could fit one in each hand as Katya spread herself into a slow split over her face.

“You okay, babe?” Katya asked, knocking Trixie out of her day dream.

“Uh huh,” she blinked, “Why?” Katya wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“You’re squirming. Do you need up to pee?” Katya indicated the booth they were in. Trixie shook her head.

“I’m okay.” She signalled to their waiter that she’d take another drink. She leaned her head into Katya’s shoulder and listening to Maggie talk about Ryan. Even if she had made it all up in her head, it was nice to pretend for a minute.

Katya reentered the club after her cigarette break to find Trixie leaning against the bar, breasts pushed up almost to her chin, smiling at the bartender. He stared down her shirt as he handed her two drinks.

“Hi baby,” Katya projected, loud enough for the creepy bartender to hear, and placed her hand on the small of Trixie’s sweaty back. Trixie side-stepped out of it, turning quickly to hand her the shorter of the two glasses.

“Coke,” she said brusquely, sipping her own pint glass of water.

“Thanks. Do you want to dance again?” Trixie shook her head, and Katya deflated slightly. Dancing with Trixie pressed against her had been fun, exhilarating. Her ass in this dress was incomprehensibly good.

“Can we sit down?” Trixie practically whined. Katya led her to a table near where Sydney and Elena were dancing. Once she was seated safely, Katya bent towards the floor to stretch her sore hamstrings.

“Can you just fucking sit down?” Trixie snapped. Katya’s eyes flew to Trixie, who had the decency to look apologetic. Katya did as she was asked, wrapping her leg against Trixie’s. Trixie uncrossed her legs and gave her some space. Katya quietly sipped her coke, eyes cast downward.

“Do you want a cigarette or something? You’ve been cranky all night,” Katya grumbled as she watched Trixie fight with the key card to their hotel room.

“I’m not cranky,” Trixie whined, kicking her shoes off forcefully. They both watched as one flew halfway across the room before landing with a plomp.

“Sure, mama.” Katya sat on the bed and stretched her leg above her head.

“Are you kidding me!” Trixie moaned, turning her back to Katya.

“What is going on, Trix?”

“It’s dumb, let’s go to bed,” Trixie sighed, running a hand through her hair, “This has been the longest day of my life.”

“No,” Katya was up in an instant grasping Trixie’s hands in hers, “You’re upset. What’s going on? I don’t care if it’s dumb.” She tried to force Trixie into eye contact, but Trixie’s blue eyes were flitting all around the room. Katya waited, stroking her thumbs over the tops of Trixie’s fingers.

“Stop,” Trixie pulled her hands away, “Fine.” She sighed. “That stupid class was really hot and I haven’t had sex in ages and I’m just really wound up right now and you putting your stupid fucking leg behind your head every two seconds isn’t helping and I just want to sleep.” Trixie was blushing bright pink by the end of her rant. Katya had to bite her tongue to not laugh at her best friend, but when Trixie stomped her foot in a little pout, she lost it.

“Stop laughing!” Trixie cried.

“Sorry, I just,” Katya gasped for air, “You’ve been a bitch for the whole night because you’re horny? So do something about it!”

“I’m not you, Katya, I can’t just go on Tindr or Her and find a hookup in the middle of Wisconsin,” Trixie grumbled. Katya started laughing all over again.

“Oh my god. I’m leaving, and I want you to text me when you’re done masturbating so that you can stop being such a grouch,” Katya giggled, slipping back into her shoes. Trixie’s face fell into a stunned little ‘o’. She watched as Katya grabbed her purse and pulled the phone charger from the socket.

“Where are you going?” Trixie asked quietly. Katya grinned and walked back into her space.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just go to the lobby or a walk.”

“You don’t have to –” Trixie started, but stopped when Katya’s hand caressed her hip.

“I don’t mind. Take your time, watch the good porn, and text me when you want me back in,” Katya whispered. She saw the other girl’s breath hitch behind her round breasts. For good measure, she squeezed her hip before walking away.

She laughed gently to herself as she took the elevator down to the lobby. She had just smoked on their way in, so she didn’t need a cigarette just yet, so she settled into one of the chairs there, plugging her phone into the outlet beside it.

Katya: Trixie was just embarrassed to tell me she was horny?? Wtf? Has she met me?

Alaska: Weird. Why did that get brought up tho?

Katya: She was being cranky. We went to a pole dancing class for her sister’s bachelorette party.

Katya: Which btw I have found my calling. I’m going to quit my job to be a pole dancer.

Alaska: Of course you were perfect at it, whore. So what, in addition to being fake girlfriends who hold hands and go to weddings, now you pole dance and talk about how horny you are?

Alaska: Omg did you offer to “help her out”???? Just some bros being bros? Gals being pals? Friends gettin to an end???

Katya: What even are you? Nah, I’m in the lobby, letting her masturbate in peace.

Katya: So if my stripper name was Russian, do you think I’d get more or less people?

Alaska: Huh? You said k bye im gonna sexile myself while you finger yourself?

Alaska: So platonic.

Alaska: I don’t know… Do you want people to butcher it while you perform? Because half of us can’t get your name right sober.

Trixie: (please pretend i didnt ask this tmrw but what is the good porn?)

That caused Katya to pause her conversation with Alaska. Was Trixie Mattel really asking her for porn recommendations?

Katya: Any kinks I need to know about? Special requests?

Trixie: just no boys.

Katya: WAIT. Are you a LESBIAN?!?!?

Trixie: ur humor is appreciated but pleeeassseee…

Katya could practically hear Trixie whining, and it made her smile. She felt hot, so she took off her jacket before opening up an incognito tab and typing in one of her standard websites. It didn’t take long for Katya to find one she’d been favoring recently that was tame and gentle but still sexy. She copied the link into their chat and locked her phone.

She stared at herself in the black void of her phone screen. Trixie didn’t text a “thanks” back, so Katya assumed she was watching the video. Trixie was in the bed that they were sharing, touching herself, to Katya’s favorite porn, that Trixie had asked for.

Katya needed that cigarette now.

She unplugged her charger and swept it into her bag as she stood. Her knees wobbled slightly in her boots, and the fresh air was welcome to her heated skin. The smoke filling her lungs helped her to think. Yes, she found Trixie incredibly hot. Yes, this week had put them in some strange situations. But they were still best friends, and if Trixie was interested her in that way, then Katya would be here in Bumfuck, Wisconsin as her actual girlfriend. But she wasn’t. She was her fake girlfriend to make her family happy. She was the most convenient choice as a fake girlfriend, as they spent all their time together anyway. That was why Katya was here. Outside, smoking a cigarette while her best friend fingered herself four stories above Katya’s head, in Katya’s bed.

She lit another cigarette as soon as she stubbed the first one out under her boot.

She was almost done with her second cigarette when she got a text from Trixie saying she could come back. Katya rifled for her room key, but couldn’t find it in her bag. She knocked gently on the door, and it took a minute for Trixie to come to the door.

“Where’s your key?” She was already heading back towards the bed, but Katya clocked that she didn’t have on her sleep shorts under the oversized shirt. Katya watched as the light from the hallway danced over Trixie’s thighs and the round curve of her butt.

“Uh, on the tv,” Katya said as she tossed it in her purse. She began undressing, and noticed that her panties were wet. Katya rolled her eyes at herself, stepping into her pajama shorts. One of them being pantsless was enough. She shook her head and blindly wiped at her face with a makeup wipe.

“What’d you think of the video?” Katya asked casually as she walked towards the bathroom. Trixie groaned.

“Please don’t,” she warned. Katya made a questioning noise around her toothbrush. “Don’t make fun of me. Just come to bed.”

“I wasn’t making fun of you,” Katya protested, spitting her toothpaste out. “That’s one of my favorite videos. I was simply curious if you liked it as well.”

“She looked like you,” Trixie mumbled as Katya flipped the lights off.

“What?” Katya climbed under the covers, leaving a few inches between their bare legs.

“The one with the bra on, she looked like you.”

“Are you saying I’m so self absorbed that a porn I like has a girl that looks like me in it?” Katya giggled, shoving her arm.

“It’s true, whatever,” Trixie shoved back, “Now come here, I wanna cuddle now.”

“Oh, you would be the type to cuddle after sex,” Katya joked, but opened her arms to the bigger girl.

“Everybody does, that’s the point,” Trixie said into Katya’s chest.

“No, the point is orgasms,” Katya deadpanned. She pushed Trixie’s fluff of hair out of her face.

“And physical closeness,” Trixie countered.

“We’re close right now, is that what you want?” Katya was whispering now.

“Yeah, I just came twice and I wanna cuddle, now shut up.” Katya’s eyebrows shot up.

“Twice?” Trixie just nestled in closer to Katya, pushing her leg in between Katya’s thighs. Katya softly gasped, wrapping her arm tighter around Trixie.

“It was a really hot video, shuddup,” Trixie mumbled.

“With the girl who looked like me?” Katya asked, no teasing in her voice. She could feel her heart in her throat and her pulse between her legs.

“Yeah. Night Katya,” Trixie sighed. Katya lay there, frozen. She could feel Trixie’s breasts on her ribcage. She could feel Trixie’s breath on her own breasts, even through her t-shirt. Trixie’s silky thigh was in between Katya’s own.Trixie’s fingers, which had just been inside of her were tangled in Katya’s blonde hair.

The way Katya saw it, she had two options. She could sneak off to the bathroom and finger fuck herself until she forgot about how attracted she was to her best friend, or she could act on those attractions. Ignoring them was no longer an option.

She mentally flipped a coin, sighed at the outcome, and slowly began to roll her hips into Trixie’s leg.

She grinded for about five seconds before Trixie’s hand on her chest tightened and Katya heard her gasp. Katya froze for a second, a tortuously long second, before continuing the slow pace of her hips. She began to trace patterns on Trixie’s back with her fingertips.

Trixie’s back arched into her touch, and Katya let out a sigh of relief.

“You awake?” Katya whispered.

“Do you want me to be?” Katya nodded, running her hand lower, fingers teasing at the lace edging that encompassed Trixie’s thick hip. “Then yeah, I’m awake.”

Katya slowly slid her hand underneath the soft lace and pulled Trixie in closer by her ass. Trixie hitched her leg even closer to the heat of Katya, where she was still slowly grinding. Katya shivered as Trixie’s hand pushed her hair aside and began lightly squeezing her breast.

“Fuck,” Katya whispered, tightening her grip on Trixie’s ass.

“It’s okay, this is okay,” Trixie muttered into Katya’s neck, her breath hot and ticklish.

Katya whimpered as Trixie began toying with her nipple through her shirt.

“Can you get off like this?” Trixie asked, letting her lips brush against Katya’s pulse. Katya whined.

“I, uh,” she continued to move her hips, “I don’t think so.” Trixie’s hand on her breast froze and Katya almost rushed to take back the words. Anything to keep this going. But before she could, she felt Trixie’s hand slide down her stomach.

“May I?” Trixie purred.

“Please,” Katya gasped, throwing her head back into the pillow as Trixie’s fingers slipped below her waistband.

Trixie was tentative at first, and Katya couldn’t tell if it was her own body vibrating in anticipation or if her hands were trembling. But when Katya immediately moaned as Trixie’s fingertips brushed her clit, any shyness ceased. She used two fingers to circle all around her clit, while pushing her face deeper into Katya’s neck.

“Is it lame if I’m already close?” Katya giggled, sliding her hand up to tangle into Trixie’s hair. Trixie shook her head and leaned into the touch.

“‘S hot.” Trixie gasped when Katya pulled lightly on her blonde roots. She slid her fingers lower, moving in quick circles at Katya’s entrance.

“Please,” Katya encouraged, grinding down on her hand. Trixie obliged and dipped both fingers in at once, immediately crooking them upwards.

“So wet,” Trixie mumbled against Katya’s skin.

“Don’t stop,” Katya warned, earnestly fucking herself down on her friend’s hand now. Trixie slid her thumb back over to Katya’s clit and watched as the girl fell apart beneath her, shaking and biting her lips to keep back moans. Trixie slowly pumped her through it, waiting until she sighed to pull her hand away. She gently returned the sleep shorts to where they belonged and wiped her hand on her own t-shirt.

“Christ,” Katya laughed, still panting.

“Go to sleep, honey.” Trixie settled back down to Katya’s chest.

“Do you want me to…?” Katya trailed off, waving her hand towards Trixie.

“No, I’m okay. Go to sleep. We’ve got a lot to do tomorrow.” With that, Trixie nuzzled into Katya’s chest and closed her eyes. Katya fell asleep soon after, with her hand still tangled in Trixie’s hair.

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L’Alliance Merck-Pfizer obtient une extension d’indication pour l’association Bavencio® et axitinib

Merck et Pfizer, qui ont formé une alliance stratégique mondiale en vue du développement et de la commercialisation de l’immunothérapie anti-PD-L1 Bavencio® (avélumab), ont annoncé l’obtention de l’extension d’indication pour Bavencio® (avélumab) en association avec axitinib dans le traitement en première ligne des patients adultes atteints d’un carcinome à cellules rénales (CCR) au stade avancé.

« L’obtention de cette extension d’AMM marque une étape importante dans notre engagement à transformer la prise en charge des cancers. Nous sommes convaincus que l’association Bavencio® + axitinib répond à des besoins médicaux importants en première ligne pour tous les sous-groupes de risque pronostique de patients atteints d’un carcinome à cellules rénales à un stade avancé », déclare le Dr Can Veldet, Directeur des Affaires Médicales France de Merck.

« Cette approbation européenne d’un anti-PD-L1 dans le cadre d’un traitement combiné dans le carcinome rénal avancé illustre notre engagement à proposer des options thérapeutiques innovantes aux patients atteints de cancers, grâce à notre vaste programme d’essais cliniques JAVELIN ».

« L’approbation de Bavencio® par la Commission européenne en association avec l’axitinib offre une nouvelle option thérapeutique pour ces patients et s’inscrit dans la continuité de notre engagement, depuis plus de dix ans, auprès des patients atteints de cancer du rein » déclare Sandrine Benaroche, Directrice de la division oncologie France de Pfizer.

« Nous remercions tous les chercheurs, médecins, associations de patients et leurs familles qui ont contribué à cette avancée et allons continuer à oeuvrer pour faire avancer la prise en charge de ce cancer avancé ». Le carcinome à cellules rénales (CCR) En 2018, environ 136 500 nouveaux diagnostics de cancers du rein ont été enregistrés en Europe et environ 54 700 décès liés à cette maladie ont été recensés2. Le CCR est la forme la plus courante de cancer du rein et représente environ 3 % de l’ensemble des cas de cancer chez l’adulte2.

Environ 20 à 30 % des diagnostics initiaux de CCR sont effectués au stade avancé de la maladie et 30 % des patients diagnostiqués à un stade plus précoce finissent par développer des métastases3,4. Près de la moitié des patients vivant avec un CCR de stade avancé ne reçoivent pas de traitement ultérieur après le traitement de première ligne5,6, notamment en raison d’un score de performance faible oud’événements indésirables consécutifs au traitement initial5,7,8. Le taux de survie à 5 ans des patients atteints d’un CCR métastatique est de l’ordre de 12 %9. « Environ 15 000 nouveaux cas de cancers du rein sont diagnostiqués chaque année en France », rappelle le Dr Jérôme Krulik, Directeur médical oncologie France de Pfizer.

« Depuis plus de dix ans, Pfizer est l’un des leaders mondiaux dans le développement de traitements contre le cancer du rein et nous sommes heureux de pouvoir poursuivre notre engagement aux côtés de Merck avec la mise à disposition d’une nouvelle option thérapeutique pour ces patients. » « Le RCC est la forme la plus courante de cancer du rein, représentant 90 % des diagnostics.

Nous travaillons maintenant à donner accès à Bavencio® en association avec l’axitinib le plus rapidement possible aux patients atteints d’un carcinome rénal avancé. » précise le Dr Can Veldet, Directeur des Affaires Médicales France de Merck. En mai 201910, la FDA, agence américaine du médicament, a autorisé l’utilisation de Bavencio® en association avec axitinib dans le traitement en première ligne des patients atteints d’un CCR de stade avancé.

Cette décision est basée sur les conclusions de l’étude de phase III JAVELIN Renal 101, qui a montré une prolongation significative de la médiane de survie sans progression (SSP) ainsi qu’une amélioration significative du taux de réponse objective (TRO) avec le traitement combiné Bavencio® + axitinib dans tous les sous-groupes de risque pronostique, comparativement au sunitinib1.

Elle a mis en évidence une réduction significative du risque de progression de la maladie ou de décès de 31 % (HR : 0.69 [IC 95 % : 0,56-0,84; p<0,001]) et un taux de réponse objective presque doublé (TRO ; 51,4 [IC 95 %: 46,6-56,1] vs 25,7 [IC95 % : 21,7-30,0]) comparativement au sunitinib chez les patients présentant un CCR avancé, quel que soit leur statut PD-L1. L’étude comprenait des patients de tous les groupes de risque pronostique du International Metastatic Renal Cell Carcinoma Database Consortium (IMDC). ______________________ Références 1. Motzer R, et al. Avelumab plus Axitinib versus Sunitinib for Advanced Renal Cell Carcinoma. The New England Journal of Medicine. 2019;380:1103-1115. 2. Ferlay J, Colombet M, Soerjomataram I, et al. Cancer incidence and mortality patterns in Europe: Estimates for 40 countries and 25 major cancers in 2018. Eur J Cancer. 2018;103:356- 387. 3. Ljungberg B, Campbell S, Cho H. The epidemiology of renal cell carcinoma. Eur Urol. 2011;60:615-621. 4. Klatte T, Rossi SH, Stewart GD. Prognostic factors and prognostic models for renal cell carcinoma: a literature review. World J Urol. 2018;36(12):1943-1952. 5. Eggers H, Ivanyi P, Hornig M, Grünwald V. Predictive factors for second-line therapy in metastatic renal cell carcinoma: a retrospective analysis. J Kidney Cancer VHL. 2017;4(1):8- 15. 6. Motzer R, et al. Nivolumab plus Ipilimumab versus Sunitinib in Advanced Renal-Cell Carcinoma. The New England Journal of Medicine. 2018;378:1277-1290. 7. Eichelberg C, Vervenne WL, De Santis M, et al. SWITCH: A randomised, sequential, open- label study to evaluate the efficacy and safety of sorafenib-sunitinib versus sunitinib-sorafenib in the treatment of metastatic renal cell cancer. Eur Urol. 2015;68;837-847. 8. Motzer RJ, Barrios CH, Kim TM, et al. Phase II randomized trial comparing sequential first- line everolimus and second-line sunitinib versus first-line sunitinib and second-line everolimus in patients with metastatic renal cell carcinoma. J Clin Oncol. 2014;32:2765-2772. 9. Ridge C, Pua B, Madoff D. Epidemiology and staging of renal cell carcinoma. Semin Intervent Radiol. 2014;31(1):3-8

Source : My Pharma Editions, le 29 novembre 2019

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No, Miss, I did it. No, she didn't, Miss. It's my fault, Miss, honest.

WATERLOO ROAD (2006-2015) series one, episode two

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sneer

After Kim Campbell decides they can’t be friends anymore, Steph thinks about her sneer more than anything else.

It’s not that she won’t be able to sit with Kim at lunch anymore. It’s not that they won’t go shopping together on Saturday afternoons or talk about boys in between classes, like they used to. It’s not even that Steph doesn’t know who she’s supposed to be friends with now. It’s just that sneer.

The sneer that says I’m better than you.

The sneer that says you’re not who I thought you were.

It’s the second one that cuts through to Steph the most. When she’s all alone (and trying to forget that means she’s lonely), she’s not sure she is the person she thought she was, either.

But it’s not the right time to think about that.

Kim delivers the clique’s final decision on whether Steph can stay part of them or not. Of course. It was never going to be anybody but Kim. She, with bouncy red hair and strawberry lip balm, has always been in charge of everything, a mean girl before anybody really talked about mean girls. Early in the morning, before the first bell rings, Kim calls Steph over to her locker for a little conference. Normal girl stuff, as far as the eye can see. But Steph’s eyes are trained to see the small things. The Kim things. She puts her hand on Steph’s arm and delivers the awful truth: that even though Sam Doyle is cute and all, Steph going out with him is the last crack in the thin ice she’d been skating on since they got to high school in August. The other cracks were her art classes, the paint she refused to wash off her hands, the way she forgot to wear matching shoes on the first jeans day of the school year, and her new taste in music.

“Like, who is Leonard Cohen, anyway?” Kim asks (and laughs about it, as though anyone is really out there listening to her).

Steph says she’s not sorry for any of it. She is becoming who she is becoming, and if Kim doesn’t want to be her friend because of it, that’s Kim’s choice.

“I just feel sorry for Vicky and Gina,” Steph says. “They don’t even get to make up their own minds about me, do they?”

That’s when Kim stops talking. Words aren’t good enough for her anymore. All she can do is sneer.

And with that one sneer, Steph knows she’s walking away from something bad for good. She knows that years from now, when she looks back on her high school experience, she’ll be happier to have spent her weekends with Sam Doyle, paint-stained palms, and “So Long, Marianne.”

It’s just that she doesn’t know where to sit at lunch anymore.

But she’ll figure it out. She’ll have to. In fact, she looks forward to it.

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#sxf #lol #spy x family #tatsuya endo #loid forger #carrol campbell #kim campbell #cavi campbell #fiona frost #agent twilight #Agent Nightfall #caps #mangacaps #manga #SxF spoilers #allanimanga #ch 33

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Sony Open in Hawaii 2018: Schedule, tee times, TV/live stream info, and scores for Jan. 11-14

The Sony Open is one of the good low-key early-season events on the PGA Tour. Here are your nuts and bolts for the 2018 edition and some reasons why you should absolutely watch.

The PGA Tour hops from Maui to Oahu this week for the first full-field event of the year, the Sony Open. The annual stop at Waialae may tumble to the farthest recesses of your mind by the end of the season, but it has become a highlight of the early-season schedule for the hardcore golf fans. There are stops on the upcoming West Coast swing that will get much more love, but the Sony is a great combination of rookies and vets grinding for solidified PGA Tour card status on a course with a ton of history.

It’s also an opportunity for more primetime golf following up last week’s little 34-man party that was the Tournament of Champions. I thought the ToC fizzled a bit on the weekend, despite the fireworks from the eventual winner and world No. 1 Dustin Johnson. It was great to watch PGA Tour golf again and Kapalua was as beautiful as ever, but it ran out of juice in my very subjective opinion.

With a full field and a course that can yield some crazy low numbers, maybe we get a better show this week. Here are some reasons to watch as well as the nuts and bolts for the Sony. We’ll update this as a hub of sorts as the tournament progresses.

Why Watch

1) It’s pretty. This is simple. I won’t try to expound much beyond telling you that this Waialae Country Club layout is easy to look at. The media center is basically on the beach — not that I know from experience — one day, perhaps. The course runs right up and almost onto the beach -- so close that a couple certain pros going out for a kayak ride in the ocean were easily caught from the golf course cameras and documented in a suffocating barrage of content last year. And you mayyyy see a shot or two of the infamous “W” shaped palms lording over the 18th green.

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2) Raynor. I will never pretend to be a golf course architecture expert, although I appreciate those who are and love following the topic. It’s a topic that’s taken on increased interest and debate, thanks to a handful of intelligent voices in social and digital media shining new light.

Waialae is one of a too-small handful of PGA Tour courses with Golden Age roots as it was one of Seth Raynor’s last projects in the 1920s. Raynor has been a poster boy for the increased discussion and appreciation from the aforementioned group on social media. He’s a cult hero for many. Now, the Waialae of 2018 is very different from Raynor’s original intent but there are still elements that make this worth watching, especially with Tom Doak, a modern day architecture cult hero, slowly putting some restorative efforts into the historic course. The redan 17th hole should be the most noticeable change and throwback this year.

I think this is a fascinating topic worth diving into and for more, go to the actual experts. Andy Johnson at The Fried Egg, one of those ascendant golf architecture experts I mentioned, hosted Doak on his podcast this week. They went through some of the original Raynor intent, the restoration efforts, and how the course plays for the best pros in the world on a week like this.

3) #58Watch. Breaking 60 has become somewhat passé but it’s still an accomplishment that gets you to change the channel to golf once murmurs of a pro going super deep start rumbling on Twitter and elsewhere. Waialae is one of the better opportunities for a pro to break 60, and maybe even match Jim Furyk’s ridiculous 58 from the Travelers a few years ago.

It’s a par 70 and the present day big hitters are taking some ridiculous lines off the tees — nothing that Raynor could have imagined back when it was originally designed. We saw this from Justin Thomas last year, when he torched the place for a 59 en route to his second win in the first two weeks of the 2017 season. It’s likely we’re back on #59Watch or maybe even #58Watch again this week.

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4) Rookies. With this being our first full-field event of the new year, it’s also a great opportunity to get a good look at this year’s rookie class. Of course, those rookies get some much-needed starts during the wraparound schedule in the fall, but some of these early year events are major chances to make hay and solidify their status for the rest of the year, or at least before the priority rankings reshuffle. The Sony Open is one of their best chances to accrue some FedExCup points, with some of the upcoming West Coast swing events having smaller fields that don’t provide starts for rookies with lower priority.

We’ve seen a rookie win this event recently, with Russell Henley going low in 2013 to win the Sony in his PGA Tour debut. There’s a boatload of rookies playing this week -- they’re all worth watching but some of the bigger names that may get some love are Peter Uihlein, Tom Lovelady, Aaron Wise, Stephan Jaeger, and Austin Cook, who already won during the wraparound schedule.

You’re going to get plenty of chances to watch the top players in the world rankings in the coming months. This is a good chance to see some of the best young up-and-comers, the players who aren’t household names but are worth rooting for and could become one soon.

How to Watch

This is really the last opportunity to watch primetime PGA Tour golf until the fall, when the Asian swing returns during the wraparound portion of the schedule. The upcoming West Coast swing does allow for some golf to go past dinner time in the east coast, but not by much given the limited daylight hours this time of year.

The only real options for primetime golf would be a west coast venue at either U.S. Open or the PGA Championship. The USGA is fond of getting the national championship on the west coast often during the longest days of the year, allowing for finishes as late as 11 p.m. ET. But this year, we’re about as far away from the West Coast as possible with the 2018 U.S. Open being played at Shinnecock Hills. So this is it really, take it in because from here on out, your weekend finishes on the PGA Tour will all slot in during daylight hours.

Like last week on Maui, Golf Channel will have exclusive coverage of the entire tournament over the next four days. It’s that time of year when CBS is still occupied with football on the weekends, and these events aren’t necessarily big enough to get the bump up to NBC. And Golf Channel is plenty capable of just running with the coverage throughout, as we see during the fall series too.

They will, however, be down a man at times this week. Jim “Bones” Mackay (Phil Mickelson’s former longtime caddie, if you’re completely golf ignorant) has become one of the best parts of the Golf Channel/NBC coverage. But this week, he’s picking up the bag again and looping for Justin Thomas, whose regular caddie has to take a few weeks off due to plantar fasciitis. Bones is going to do double duty, putting on the headset and working as a walking reporter when Thomas is not playing. But given that the defending champ tore this course up last year and will likely play well again, Bones should be on the course as a caddie during the late weekend broadcast times.

Here’s your full media schedule for the week:

Thursday’s first-round coverage

Television:

7 to 10:30 p.m. — Golf Channel

Online streams:

7 to 10:30 p.m. — Golf Channel simulcast stream

Radio:

5 p.m. — PGA Tour Radio on Sirius-XM (Ch. 92/208 and streamed here)

Friday’s second-round coverage

Television:

7 to 10:30 p.m. — Golf Channel

Online streams:

7 to 10:30 p.m. — Golf Channel simulcast stream

Radio:

5 p.m. — PGA Tour Radio on Sirius-XM (Ch. 92/208 and streamed here)

Saturday’s third round coverage

Television:

7 to 10:30 p.m. — Golf Channel

Online streams:

7 to 10:30 p.m. — Golf Channel simulcast stream

Radio:

5 p.m. — PGA Tour Radio on Sirius-XM (Ch. 92/208 and streamed here)

Sunday’s final round coverage

Television:

6 to 10 p.m. — Golf Channel

Online streams:

6 to 10 p.m. — Golf Channel simulcast stream

Radio:

5 p.m. — PGA Tour Radio on Sirius-XM (Ch. 92/208 and streamed here)

Photo by Sam Greenwood/Getty Images

Jordan Spieth is back for the second straight year at the Sony.

Tee Times

This is the first full field event of the year. That little party on Maui last week featured just 34 players and was obviously easy to schedule over four days with a ton of flexibility. Now we’re back to the grind of sending two waves off split tees for the first 36 holes.

They will start at 7 a.m. local time on Oahu and the last group will go at 1:30 p.m. local, which is five hours behind ET. So this is a full day from sun-up to sun-down with 144 players in the field. Here are your round 1 tee times.

Thursday’s tee sheet (all times ET!)

Morning wave off No. 1:

12 p.m. -- Danny Lee, Ryan Palmer, Colt Knost

12:10 p.m. -- Ted Potter, Jr., Michael Kim, Richy Werenski

12:20 p.m. -- Robert Streb, John Huh, Morgan Hoffmann

12:30 p.m. -- Jonas Blixt, D.A. Points, Vijay Singh

12:40 p.m. -- Wesley Bryan, Chris Kirk, K.J. Choi

12:50 p.m. -- Austin Cook, Cameron Smith, Luke Donald

1 p.m. -- Russell Henley, Fabian Gomez, Peter Malnati

1:10 p.m. -- Chad Campbell, Jason Kokrak, Tyrone Van Aswegen

1:20 p.m. -- Troy Merritt, Ben Martin, Cameron Tringale

1:30 p.m. -- Talor Gooch, Lanto Griffin, Daisuke Kataoka

1:40 p.m. -- Tyler Duncan, Andrew Yun, John Oda

1:50 p.m. -- Andrew Putnam, Stephan Jaeger, Sam Ryder

Morning wave off No. 10:

12 p.m. -- Bill Haas, Steve Wheatcroft, Blayne Barber

12:10 p.m. -- Mark Wilson, Harold Varner III, Ollie Schniederjans

12:20 p.m. -- Jonathan Byrd, J.J. Spaun, Kevin Tway

12:30 p.m. -- Vaughn Taylor, Emiliano Grillo, Charles Howell III

12:40 p.m. -- Kyle Stanley, Russell Knox, James Hahn

12:50 p.m. -- Marc Leishman, Si Woo Kim, Webb Simpson

1 p.m. -- Xander Schauffele, Jordan Spieth, Daniel Berger

1:10 p.m. -- Matt Jones, Ryan Blaum, Pete Uihlein

1:20 p.m. -- Omar Uresti, Bronson Burgoon, Brandon Harkins

1:30 p.m. -- Brett Stegmaier, Matt Akins, Tatsuya Kodai

1:40 p.m. -- Ben Silverman, Roberto Diaz, Eric Dugas

1:50 p.m. -- Nicholas Lindheim, Adam Schenk, Shugo Imahira

Afternoon wave off No. 1:

4:40 p.m. -- Scott Brown, Keegan Bradley, Sean O’Hair

4:50 p.m. -- Scott Piercy, Ricky Barnes, Steve Allan

5 p.m. -- Harris English, Jamie Lovemark, Patrick Rodgers

5:10 p.m. -- Brian Harman, Billy Hurley III, Smylie Kaufman

5:20 p.m. -- Mac Hughes, Greg Chalmers, Tony Finau

5:30 p.m. -- Patton Kizzire, Jimmy Walker, Zach Johnson

5:40 p.m. -- Justin Thomas, Jason Dufner, Kevin Kisner

5:50 p.m. -- J.J. Henry, Rory Sabbatini, Jerry Kelly

6 p.m. -- Joel Dahmen, Tom Lovelady, Zecheng Dou

6:10 p.m. -- Sam Saunders, Tom Hoge, Nate Lashley

6:20 p.m. -- Kyle Thompson, Xinjun Zhang, Ethan Tracy

6:30 p.m. -- Martin Piller, Aaron Wise, Abraham Ancer

Afternoon wave off No. 10:

4:40 p.m. -- Chez Reavie, Jon Curran, Dominic Bozzelli

4:50 p.m. -- Kevin Na, Whee Kim, Luke List

5 p.m. -- Michael Thompson, Kelly Kraft, Yusaku Miyazato

5:10 p.m. -- Aaron Baddeley, Gary Woodland, Brian Gay

5:20 p.m. -- Brian Stuard, Sangmoon Bae, Stewart Cink

5:30 p.m. -- Ryan Armour, Hudson Swafford, Jim Herman

5:40 p.m. -- Chris Stroud, Cody Gribble, William McGirt

5:50 p.m. -- Matt Every, John Peterson, Andrew Landry

6 p.m. -- Jonathan Randolph, Beau Hossler, Hyung-Sung Kim

6:10 p.m. -- Rob Oppenheim, Conrad Shindler, Satoshi Kodaira

6:20 p.m. -- Seamus Power, Corey Conners, Gunn Yang

6:30 p.m. -- Brice Garnett, Keith Mitchell, Tyler Ota

Scores

We’ll update scores here throughout the week and post final results come Sunday night.

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CMA Awards 2017: The Complete Winners List!

I look younger now than when I was in my early 20s

Oh what a night!

The 2017 CMA Awards have come and gone, and we loved every moment of them.

While the performances are always one of our fave parts, we do enjoy seeing which stars take home the big awards.

In case you missed seeing who won big, ch-ch-check out the winners list (below)!

ENTERTAINER OF THE YEAR Garth Brooks - WINNER Luke Bryan Eric Church Chris Stapleton Keith Urban

SINGLE OF THE YEAR "Better Man" – Little Big Town "Blue Ain't Your Color" – Keith Urban - WINNER "Body Like a Back Road" – Sam Hunt "Dirt On My Boots" – Jon Pardi "Tin Man" – Miranda Lambert

ALBUM OF THE YEAR The Breaker – Little Big Town From A Room: Volume 1 – Chris Stapleton - WINNER Heart Break – Lady Antebellum The Nashville Sound – Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit The Weight of These Wings – Miranda Lambert

SONG OF THE YEAR "Better Man" Songwriter: Taylor Swift - WINNER "Blue Ain't Your Color" Songwriters: Clint Lagerberg, Hillary Lindsey, Steven Lee Olsen "Body Like a Back Road" Songwriters: Zach Crowell, Sam Hunt, Shane McAnally, Josh Osborne "Dirt On My Boots" Songwriters: Rhett Akins, Jesse Frasure, Ashley Gorley "Tin Man" Songwriters: Jack Ingram, Miranda Lambert, Jon Randall

FEMALE VOCALIST OF THE YEAR Kelsea Ballerini Miranda Lambert - WINNER Reba McEntire Maren Morris Carrie Underwood

MALE VOCALIST OF THE YEAR Dierks Bentley Eric Church Thomas Rhett Chris Stapleton - WINNER Keith Urban

VOCAL GROUP OF THE YEAR Lady Antebellum Little Big Town - WINNER Old Dominion Rascal Flatts Zac Brown Band

VOCAL DUO OF THE YEAR Brothers Osborne - WINNER Dan + Shay Florida Georgia Line LOCASH Maddie & Tae

MUSICAL EVENT OF THE YEAR (Award goes to each Artist) "Craving You" – Thomas Rhett featuring Maren Morris "Funny How Time Slips Away" – Glen Campbell with Willie Nelson - WINNER "Kill A Word" – Eric Church featuring Rhiannon Giddens "Setting the World on Fire" – Kenny Chesney with P!nk "Speak to a Girl" – Tim McGraw & Faith Hill

MUSIC VIDEO OF THE YEAR "Better Man" – Little Big Town Directors: Becky Fluke and Reid Long "Blue Ain't Your Color" – Keith Urban Director: Carter Smith "Craving You" – Thomas Rhett featuring Maren Morris Director: TK McKamy "It Ain't My Fault" – Brothers Osborne Directors: Wes Edwards and Ryan Silver - WINNER "Vice" – Miranda Lambert Director: Trey Fanjoy

NEW ARTIST OF THE YEAR Lauren Alaina Luke Combs Old Dominion Jon Pardi - WINNER Brett Young

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CHALLENGE & COMMITMENT LOST: Part 2: 1987 Defence White Paper Wish List Whacks RCN

One does not have to read far into the report to understand that, of all the services, the Royal Canadian Navy had most to gain as a direct result of the 1987 White Paper, titled Challenge and Commitment: A Defence Policy for Canada. Likewise, the Navy had the most, potentially, to lose especially when it came to procurement.

And, 30 years later, whether this generation of sailor, procurement manager or policy maker realizes it or not, the Royal Canadian Navy is still dealing with the effects of the demise of two noteworthy procurement programs that came in the wake of the 1987 White Paper.

It was the intention of the government at the time that, by 2002, the operational core of the Royal Canadian Navy was as a minimum to consist of the 12 Halifax-class patrol frigates, 4 Iroquois-class (also known as Tribal-class) destroyers and 10 to 12 nuclear-powered submarines. By 2002, the Sea Kings were supposed to be retired to the museums and replaced by 35 EH101 helicopters in a maritime role with an additional 15 variants modified to a search and rescue role.

What converted this dream to today’s Royal Canadian Navy reality?

“Defence procurement is always controversial because it is very expensive. And when you set out the numbers, you have to include the life span of at least the initial contract and that has to include maintenance, training, all that kind of stuff,” says Rt. Hon Kim Campbell, who served briefly as Prime Minister in 1993 and previously as defence minister in Brian Mulroney’s Progressive Conservative government. “But it also means that, in the political context, it is much easier for people to take this and make it a baseball bat to hit you with.”

Added to this is the historical framework within which Canadian defence white papers are typically conceived and written.

“When the ‘87 White Paper was brought out nobody expected that the Soviet Union would fall — it was two years out,” says Joel Sokolsky, professor of political science at the Royal Military College of Canada. “So this was typical of many white papers as a reflection of years preceding.”

And though territorial sovereignty was clearly emphasized in the 1987 White Paper, the context within which much of Canada framed and focused that sovereignty on was the Cold War as it existed at the time. Take away that frame and the focus, and our vision of sovereignty and the substance becomes blurred.

Added to this were the vague financial commitments in the White Paper.

“They were never committed,” says Joseph Jockel, professor and Chair of Canadian Studies at St. Lawrence University in Canton, New York. “You can see that in the White Paper itself, that incredibly namby-pamby financial commitment was a signal to the entire world that they weren’t fully behind it.”

Nonetheless, the initial buzz of the 1987 White Paper brought a flurry of debate and analysis in Canada’s major defence publications of the time. When it came to the ambitious nuclear submarine program, the assumed threat — back then as today — was Russian Arctic intrusion. However, when it came to nuclear submarines (SSN) as the optimum response, the naval defence community was not necessarily in agreement.

Writing for the Canadian Defence Quarterly (CDQ) in the winter of 1988, retired Rear-Admiral F.W. Crickard, a former deputy commander for Maritime Command, stated that “because of restrictions imposed on ASW [anti-submarine warfare] operations by geography and by the environment, only nuclear-fuelled submarines (or those not totally dependent on the atmosphere) can prosecute contacts gained by fixed sensors of an effective Canadian defence against submarine threats.”

S. Mathwin Davis, yet another retired rear-admiral writing for CDQ in the autumn of 1987, sought to remind those concerned that the RCN had been down this path before. In the late 1950s a nuclear submarine survey team had been established to assess the feasibility of nuclear submarines. Although the team found the option feasible, it nonetheless “emerged that this project was likely to be too demanding financially” and “that conventional (i.e., diesel electric) boats would be first class A/S weapons for some years to come.”

The jury certainly still seemed out as Professor R.B. Byers pointed out in the same issue that “neither the critics nor the proponents have addressed sufficiently the SSN issue within the broader contexts of Canada’s sea power requirements for the early part of the 21st century. The White Paper offers a number of rationales, but the debate has barely begun.”

But according to Jockel, there was no such debate in the U.S. Navy when it came to Canada acquiring nuclear submarines.

“The U.S. Navy was dead set against this,” states Jockel. “One of the motivations was it obliged the U.S. Navy to share information. And secondly it had enormous doubts about the capability of the Canadian Navy to maintain a nuclear submarine program.”

Meanwhile, the 1987 White Paper’s political handlers were under pressure on a variety of fronts.

“Prime Minister Mulroney did not get rid of the deficit; he had the Free Trade Agreement which was a liability,” says Sokolsky. “There wasn’t a lot of public support and people were linking the White Paper, which was pretty hawkish, as simply slavish pro-Reagan, and Mulroney’s friendship with Reagan was also a liability.”

In 1989 the SSN program was cancelled. Yet, the political and public opposition to new naval procurement programs was not restricted to those like the SSN, which might be seen as pushing the strategic boundaries.

With a generation of use and a well-known maritime search and rescue role, some might have thought that the plan to begin replacing the aging CH-124 Sea Kings and CH-113 Labradors between 1995 and 2002 was a “no brainer.” Yet, the fog of partisan politics was destined to skew logic.

“The decision had been made to try and use the same aircraft for both shipborne and search and rescue with the idea that that would reduce the overall cost,” says Campbell. “And the thing about the EH101 I remember when I inherited the file was that every time people would get up and start haranguing, ‘Why are we having these Cadillac aircraft?’”

What was the opposition’s definition of a flying “Cadillac” on the eve of the 1993 election?

Writing in CDQ in spring of 1988, Major M.W. Fielding of the CAF’s New Shipborne Aircraft Project Management Office listed the intended missions of shipborne aircraft as anti-submarine warfare, search and rescue, medical evacuation, vertical replenishment, and anti-ship surveillance and targeting. According to Fielding, the EH101 was a good choice based on its engine capacity, and range and operability in icy conditions. The definition phase of the intended Sea King replacement was to be complete by the end of 1989 with first flight and first delivery coming in 1992 and 1994 respectively.

The initial order to AugustaWestland, the manufacturers of the EH101, was for 35 operational EH101s and 15 search and rescue variants that, when combined, were to cost $5.8-billion.

But as the Progressive Conservative mandate came to an end, the Soviet Union was collapsing, and the economy was in a deep recession. With increasing calls for a peace dividend, the helicopter purchase consistently popped up as a political lighting rod in the House of Commons.

“I actually provided briefings to anybody who wanted to come to see the different specifications of the different aircraft that had been considered,” says Campbell. “I would say, you are perfectly entitled to that question (Why are we buying those Cadillacs); please tell me which of the specifications you consider surplus? There was never an alternative. The Liberals had a strong left-wing element to their foreign policy and one of their things was now the Cold War is over, we now have a peace dividend.”

As pressure from her own party mounted, Prime Minister Campbell reduced the procurement to 28 operational and 15 search and rescue EH101s, which brought the price down to $4.4-billion.

“This was something from within my party that people felt this issue was hurting us,” she says. “I think it was a mistake, but it was one of those things that had become a political issue.”

Almost immediately after his landslide victory in October 1993, Prime Minister Jean Chrétien cancelled the contract paying some $500-million in penalties.

Meanwhile, variants of the EH101 went on to be used by Great Britain, Italy, Denmark, Japan and eventually Canada!

Five years after its cancellation and penalty payments, the Chrétien government arranged for the purchase of 15 CH-149 Cormorants, a variation of the EH101, from AugustaWestland. In November 2004, Paul Martin’s Liberal government announced the purchase of 28 CH-148 Cyclone helicopters as the ship-borne variant to replace the aging Sea Kings, with the first delivery expected in early 2009. However, changes in the design resulted in numerous delays and changes to the contract. The CH-148 Cyclone’s initial operational capability is now expected to occur in 2018, with full operational capability not being reached until 2025.

By that year, how long will it have been since the first planned Sea King replacement aircraft was supposed to fly? Just check the age of some of the Cyclone’s experienced pilots in 2025!

Today, as with most failed procurement plans, there is flagrant, almost Orwellian disassociation among political parties for decisions taken in the past that still impact the RCN.

In June 2017, ironically on the 30th anniversary of the introduction of the White Paper, the Liberal-dominated Standing Committee on National Defence published a report entitled The Readiness of Canada’s Naval Forces. Listening to the evidence of a multitude of expert witnesses, the Liberal report concludes that “our Navy must be a national priority” and that “we must not forget that we are building today the fleet of tomorrow and this must be done right.”

First among the Commons Defence Committee’s 22 recommendations is the somewhat hawkish statement “that the Government of Canada recognize that the readiness of the Royal Canadian Navy is one of its key pillars in ensuring national sovereignty and security, while simultaneously being aware that the aggressive actions by Russia and China in the maritime domain pose a direct threat to Canada and its interests.” The Liberal-dominated Committee also recommended “Canada begin the process of replacing Canada’s submarine fleet with the intention of increasing the size of the fleet with submarines that have under-ice capability.”

Yet when some of the report’s witnesses, including retired naval officers and academics, were asked about a future nuclear submarine option, they were quick to point out that it had been considered twice before and dropped for financial reasons.

“Admirals,” says Sokolsky, “are political realists whereas the government wasn’t.”

Next month, Part 3: Reflecting on the integration of reserve and regular force in the decade following the 1987 White Paper.

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beach day

In the winter of 1984, the junior class hosts Beach Day in the school gym. It’s another one of their fundraising activities, which exclusively goes to paying for the senior prom. Of all the traditional fundraisers at St. Catherine’s, though, Beach Day is the one the students look forward to the most. It always happens in the middle of February, when the snow and sleet become too much, and they want to pretend like they’re on a tropical island where no one can find them. The juniors host the party, but the whole school is invited, so long as they have two dollars to spare.

And today, Andie Sullivan most certainly has two dollars to spare.

Last year, when she was just a freshman, Andie didn’t get to go to Beach Day. Her mother grounded her for breaking curfew three times in a row. Apparently, Ginny Sullivan still operates on the “three tardies before a detention” rule that she learned when she was in high school at St. Catherine’s, too. When everybody got back to school the following Monday, Andie heard about all the scandalous and unexpected makeouts and hookups that happened during and after Beach Day. It made her furious that she wasn’t a part of them. So, for the past few weeks, Andie’s been following every one of her mother’s rules to a perfect point, just to make sure there’s no chance of grounding again. She has to go to Beach Day. Even if she’s not part of a surprising makeout or hookup, she still has to see the scandals happen. If a scandal breaks out at St. Catherine’s, and Andie Sullivan wasn’t around to spread the word, did it spread at all?

Unfortunately, the answer is yes. But Andie’s not really going to touch that right now.

When she gets into the gym, she ignores the annoying Todd Rudgren song playing loudly on the speakers high above her head. She ignores everyone’s bad dancing and even ignores a heavily pregnant Lucy Callaghan trying to persuade Kim Campbell to change the soundtrack to Bob Marley or at least Harry Belafonte.

“I know he probably fucked Marlon Brando, but people like ‘Jump in the Line,’” Lucy says.

“No, they don’t,” Kim calls out to her. “They like this.”

She turns the volume up on Todd Rudgren, and tragically, most of the crowd cheers and breaks out into really horrible dancing. Andie laughs, but she tries not to pay much attention. She knows what she’s looking for, and he’s standing right across from her in the gym.

Daniel DeLuca.

Over the past year or so, Andie has heard a lot about Daniel DeLuca. His reputation precedes him. According to a lot of girls in his class (and even a couple in Andie’s, the year below him), he’s the best guy to lose your virginity to. Vicky St. John lost her virginity to him back in the fall of ‘82, and she said she couldn’t have imagined it any other way. Daniel’s nice, she always says, and that makes all the difference. She’s been hooking up with Nick Crosby since then, so Andie’s pretty sure why Vicky would be nostalgic for a nice guy.

Andie doesn’t know what she expects to happen between her and Daniel on Beach Day.

But judging by the look they’re giving each other and the way that annoying Todd Rudgren music falls away, she’s pretty sure she has an idea.

#drabble #ch: andie sullivan #ch: lucy callaghan #ch: kim campbell #ch: vicky st. john #ch: daniel deluca #year: 1984 #asks #unasanta #thank you!

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“i regret moving to this town”

St. Catherine’s requires gym class for all ninth graders. It’s the only year they have to take it, but as far as Lucy’s concerned, that’s one year too long. Right now, it’s the fall of 1981, and the girls’ gym teacher, Ms. Reynolds, has decided that for the next two weeks, all the freshmen girls will be rollerskating around the gym.

Most of the girls are excited about it. Fresh off the country’s obsession with roller disco, everybody’s ready. In fourth-period gym class, right before lunch, Sadie Doyle is elegant as hell She’s like Stephanie Mangano on wheels, gliding across the gym floor to the sounds of “Stayin’ Alive.” In the same fourth-period gym class, Lucy Callaghan is confined to the bleachers.

And she’s not sitting down. No, no. To sit out the activity entirely would be dignified, noble, and sympathetic. But Ms. Reynolds won’t let Lucy opt out entirely (“You’re too tough to give up, Callaghan!” she shouted after the fifth time Lucy fell flat on her back on Monday morning.). Instead, she has Lucy skate the length of the bleachers, holding onto them like a ballet barre. No one else in the whole freshman class has to do anything like it.

It’s more humiliating than anything Lucy’s ever done before.

She wonders what she must have done wrong in the past fourteen years to get here, the lowest point of her educational career. This is worse than her high school placement test, when she only scored high enough to enter Algebra I. At least no one saw that. But here, in the gym, anyone can walk by and witness Lucy Callaghan’s failures. It’s the culmination of her motor skill issues and refusal to engage popular trends in the seventies. And now, she’s here. Awkwardly stepping and trying not to fall down like Bambi while the other girls gracefully glide along to “Boogie Shoes.” It’s horrible.

Kim Campbell makes a habit of “accidentally” tripping over her every few minutes. It’s the same every time. She puts her hands on Lucy’s shoulders, sending Lucy to her knees, and giggles, “Sorry!” while Vicky St. John and Gina Lumetta laugh along with her. Ms. Reynolds tells them to stop but is too busy to enforce it. Besides, she likes Kim. Kim is athletic. All Lucy can do is spell osteoporosis in the classroom for anyone who asks.

It’s Wednesday now, and they’re in the locker room, changing back into their uniforms before lunch. Kim, Vicky, and Gina are still laughing at Lucy, queen of the bleachers (a generous nickname, if she’s being honest with herself). Lucy exhales and turns to Sadie.

“This is worse than when we had to run the mile last month, and my boobs got in the way,” she says, stepping into her uniform shoes.

“You’re trying,” Sadie says. “You don’t look as bad as you think.”

“How can you even know that? When I try to look at you for support, you’re just … skating away. You’re like a roller ballerina. It’s not even fair.”

“I skated a lot in junior high. You were there. You didn’t have to sit on the sidelines the whole time, you know?”

“I knew what I wanted. I just never thought it’d come to this.”

She sighs and throws her gym bag over her shoulder. She waits for Sadie, who always takes longer to get ready after class. Another advantage Sadie has over Lucy: Sadie’s not embarrassed of herself at all. Not for one second of the time.

“I regret moving to this town,” Lucy says.

“How can you regret it?” Sadie says. “You got here when you were six. You had no say in where you lived.”

“That’s what you think. I’ve always had a voice in my house. True Athenian democracy over there.”

Sadie laughs a little. She ties up her other shoe. Finally.

“Well, I’m glad your parents moved you here,” Sadie says. “If they hadn’t, I wouldn’t have a best friend.”

“Yeah, you would,” Lucy says. “You’re very likable.”

“OK, maybe I would. But it wouldn’t be you.”

“So?”

“So then it wouldn’t be best. So then it wouldn’t be perfect.”

Lucy tries with all her might not to grin. Not now. Not after she’s spent the past three days clutching the bleachers and wishing she could be smooth at anything other than spelling.

Sadie turns to Lucy with those sympathetic eyes again.

“Look, it’s gonna be OK,” Sadie says. “You don’t look stupid. You don’t look ugly. I don’t even think that’s possible for you. And before you know it, this roller skating thing will be over, and we’ll be back in the classroom.”

“Right,” Lucy says as they head upstairs to grab their books. “Where nerds come to play.”

“If you’re a nerd, I’m a nerd.”

“And what a wonderful world this would be.”

The bell rings, and they head off to lunch, next to each other like always. Lucy looks up at Sadie as they walk back to the cafeteria. No use in competing with her, she thinks. When you have a best friend who loves you – really loves you, not just writes it on your birthday cards until you graduate and move away to different schools, different towns, different lives – competition doesn’t make sense. When your best friend is good at something, you’re glad.

Even if you have to cling onto the bleachers while she does it.

#drabble #writeblr #ch: lucy callaghan #ch: sadie doyle #ch: kim campbell #dynamic: sister christian #year: 1981 #asks #ghostschemes #thank you!

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two miserable people meeting at a wedding

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Kim Campbell has been meticulously fantasizing about her wedding since she was four, and she went to her cousin’s wedding in Hilton Head. Her best friend, Vicky St. John, always made fun of her for that. She used to say things like, “Kim, you can’t ‘meticulously fantasize.’ Dreams are loose on purpose. That’s why they’re fun!”

But Kim would meticulously fantasize, anyway. Until about third grade, she fantasized about a rainbow wedding, like her cousin had. All the bridesmaids would wear different colors, like a rainbow. As the bride, she’d assign the colors, of course. Her little sister would wear blue, since it was her favorite color. Gina Lumetta, her second best friend, would wear green, since it would look so pretty with her coppery hair. Steph Armstrong, her third best friend, would wear orange, since she always drank so much orange juice. And Vicky, her best of all best friends, would wear yellow. It would be her punishment for making fun of rainbow weddings.

Over time, Kim fell out of love with rainbow weddings. She fell out of love with chocolate raspberry and forced herself to adore tasteless white foam. Her mother said that was classy, and Kim always did as her mother said. But the one thing that was the same was the song. She needed to dance with her new husband to one song.

If a picture paints a thousand words / Then why can’t I paint you?

It’s the song she heard when she and her parents were driving back from Hilton Head. She thought it was the most romantic song in the world. She never gave up on it, either. When she and Robby Blair started dating in the eighth grade, she told him it was their song. She was preparing for their wedding, and in a way, he must have known. Robby became really reckless shortly after that, almost like he had a death wish. Kim has no way of asking him, of course, since he did die in the middle of tenth grade. She’s not sure it has anything to do with her, anything to do with the song, so she keeps listening to it. It wasn’t meant for Robby. It was meant for someone else.

But this isn’t how it was supposed to go. Kim was supposed to get married after maybe a year of college. She and Robby were supposed to move into a pretty little house, right in between his parents’ house and hers. They were supposed to be climbing toward their own affluence. They were supposed to be happy. Instead, Kim went away to college with no boyfriend. No prospects. She didn’t even meet a boyfriend in college, either, so she doesn’t know what this degree is for. What kind of a woman gets a degree in French Language and Literature if she’s not going to get married before graduation? Now she’s working in the HR department at some company she sometimes forgets the name of. She can recite a lot of Jacques Prévert, but no one cares. It doesn’t even matter that Kim cares.

She’s not supposed to be sitting at the head table at Vicky’s wedding reception, wearing an itchy dress that’s neither blue nor purple, with no ring on her finger. She’s not supposed to be twenty-five, unmarried, and too tired, too embarrassed to make it through applications for a master’s degree. This is not how it’s supposed to go.

Kim gets up in the middle of “My Eyes Don’t Cry.” She doesn’t feel like dancing, and it’s a Detroit law that when “My Eyes Don’t Cry” comes on, you dance. So, she skulks off to the bathroom. She almost makes it there, too, when she sees somebody familiar coming in from a smoke break.

“Nick?” she asks.

The guy looks up from fiddling with his jacket. Sure enough, there’s Nick Crosby, Robby’s best friend, Kim’s high school buddy, unexpected valedictorian from the Class of ‘85. Kim hasn’t seen Nick in probably six years. He looks different but the same. And she can’t explain it, but she’s almost running toward him.

“Hey, Kim,” Nick says. “Long time.”

“Yeah. I didn’t … I didn’t know you were here.”

Nick shrugs.

“I’ve been making myself scarce,” he says. “I don’t know why I was invited to this. I really don’t know why I came. Guess I just needed something to do.”

“Yeah,” Kim says. “I was kind of surprised when Vicky said she was inviting you.”

“You mean ‘cause she dumped me for this guy after a whole year of making long distance work?”

“I mean …”

“It’s OK, Kim. I went to Stanford. I was fine.”

Kim smiles a little. She forgot about Nick Crosby going to Stanford. For a little while, it seemed like he was going to have to settle for Michigan. Lucy Callaghan just kept beating him. But then, Lucy got pregnant, dropped down from first place to fifth, and Nick just … rose up. Kim can’t believe she forgot how exciting it was when he got his acceptance. They must have drunk a whole shelf of everything and nothing. Kim still remembers waking up feeling like she had no head. Gina said it was preparation for all the partying they were going to do in college. Kim only went to a handful of parties in college, and she never got drunk at any of them. If she’d known that then – that she was going to be such a square when she got old – maybe she would have done things differently.

But that’s the thing about Kim. She doesn’t know how to do things differently. Even when she does something for love, it’s always a little bit for money. It’s always a little bit for attention.

“I can’t believe I almost forgot about Stanford,” she says. “Remind me what you studied.”

“American Studies,” Nick says. “Got a master’s, too, but nobody’s taking me for a Ph.D. So I’m pretty much just a professional douche.”

Kim laughs, but she doesn’t even really know why. Maybe it’s because Nick is taller than she remembers. Yeah. That’s probably it. Kim always did like the tall ones.

“Well, there are worse things to be than a douche,” she says. “A condom, to name one.”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure the condom wins that race.”

“How could we find out?”

And though no one will believe her even a few hours later, at the time, Kim hadn’t meant those words as a pick-up line. But less than ten minutes after they come out of her mouth, she finds herself in a supply closet with a condom and Nick Crosby.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Kim Campbell wasn’t supposed to be one of two miserable people meeting at a wedding. She wasn’t supposed to screw Vicky’s first boyfriend in a supply closet at her own wedding.

But that’s exactly what she’s doing.

And in about a year, when she and Nick Crosby are sitting at their own wedding, they wonder which two people will find themselves in the supply closet.

#drabble #writeblr #ch: kim campbell #ch: nick crosby #year: 1992 #asks #pelopides #thank you!

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