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[ms-demeanor]

Hey if you happen to work for a small business and you use Office 365 for anything and you are not required to use 2FA to log in to your 365 account please talk to your tech people at work and see if they have plans for adding that to your security policy.

We're rolling out 2FA for all our clients who have been hesitant about it and some of them are onboard but many are resistant to the change and it's slow going and we've had 3 customers get hit with session hijacking attacks in the last month. I just had the office manager for one of the businesses we work with call me in tears because one of her customers sent $150k to a fraudulent bank account.

And if you are someone who works in accounts payable and you are doing business to business transfers if one of your customers asks you to transfer to a new account number you need to CALL THEM ON THE PHONE to verify that they really want you to use this new account before you send that money. Asking for an email with a past invoice is NOT a good enough defense against fraud if a malicious actor has taken over your vendor's email and has access to everything they've ever sent you.

While I'm at it, here are some things that I thought were very basic security stuff that are apparently getting overlooked.

CALL TO VERIFY CHANGES. This should be part of your normal policy. You should not accept payment changes, address changes, email changes, ownership changes, point-of-contact etc. from your vendors or customers without first getting on the phone and speaking to someone who YOU PERSONALLY have spoken to at the company in the past and confirming those changes.

DO NOT SEND SENSITIVE INFORMATION THROUGH EMAIL. Usernames, Passwords, Credit Card Numbers, Health information, Personally Identifying information, and all Banking information is all information that you shouldn't send even through encrypted email; either you enter that info on a secure portal or you talk to someone on the phone.

Never, ever, ever give your 2FA codes to anyone. No exceptions. If it's anyone who would legitimately need to access your system they have ways of doing it that do not require you to have access to the system.

[flowerandblood]

Just this one time (Oneshot)

[modern! • Aemond x sexworker! • female ]

[warnings: sex content, smut, sexwork, anxiety, fluff]

[description: The girl is forced by her life situation to set up a profile on a portal, that is used by sex workers to attract clients. One of them, a young, enigmatic man, wants more than her pictures (Anon Request). Complexes, smut, anxiety, fluff.]

This story has a continuation in another Oneshot (Just one more time), but it can be read as a standalone story.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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She had never been so distraught in her life as that evening, when her mother called her to say that their father was in the hospital. Like every week, he went out to drink with friends and play cards. On his way home he didn't look at the road and was hit by a car. He had to undergo surgery which he fortunately survived, his prognosis was good.

The nightmare began when the hospital realized what neither she nor her mother knew - that her father had been unemployed for several months and was not covered by health insurance. Her mother called her crying, saying that such a gigantic sum was beyond her financial means. She worked as a school teacher and tutored. She asked her if she had any savings.

She worked part-time in a bookstore and while she was studying, paying for her room and food, she had little money. She had just gotten paid and had given her mother everything she had. Not only was it not enough, but she had no idea how she was going to make it through her paycheck and pay all the bills. She cried all night that day and didn't sleep a wink.

The next day she spent all her classes thinking hard about what to do. She called her boss, but he told her that even if he wanted to, he couldn't suddenly hire her full-time. He could have paid her a week's wages sooner, but it wouldn't have changed much. She needed a large cash injection quickly. During one of the lectures she suddenly glanced at one of the girls in her year and froze.

She once heard her talk about a website where she sold her photos and videos. She dated rich men on cams, sent them her clothes and panties, and even arranged for them to have sex in her apartment.

She said it wasn't so bad at all, she had a lot of money quickly and she didn't worry about anything. She cared about her anonymity and carefully selected her clients.

She covered her face with her hands, terrified of what she was thinking. She had had sex with her previous boyfriends, but it was always in a relationship, never with a complete stranger, and never for money. When it came to pay that meant she had to satisfy someone, be someone's product to be happy with. She dismissed the thought, knowing she couldn't do it.

When she got home she involuntarily looked at the portal that the girl was talking about. She couldn't see anything without registering.

She sighed heavily, squeezing her eyes shut, not believing what she was doing. A large window opened for her. She was surprised at how many questions she had to answer.

Is she an adult? What nickname does she want? How old is she? What interests her? What is her hobby - sweet photos, videos, maybe meetings or video chat? What kind of men or women, and in what age range, did she want to meet on the portal? What prices for what services?

Once in a while she'd get up from her laptop, pacing the room with her hands on her cheeks, wondering if it was safe, and what if anyone found out. She'd probably die of embarrassment, but each time she sat back down and went back to writing.

No videos. No webcams. No meetings. Just pictures, sweet, innocent, maybe in a light negligee. Men aged 20-35. She didn't want any old, disgusting guys looking at her.

She clicked "register" and her account appeared in front of her on the portal. She could now add more details about herself, what she does, what she likes and dislikes.

She wrote down a few things, including her interests. All that's left to do was post the photos. She sighed softly, went on Pinterest and started looking for aesthetic inspiration. She wasn't going to make pornography out of herself.

She saw plenty of girls with shirts unbuttoned that were too big or in huge sweaters that uncovered their shoulders, in long socks to the middle of the thighs or in delicate, subtle underwear.

It wasn't too bad, she decided, because there was a charm to it and she could crop out the photo, so her face wouldn't be visible. Her whole apartment was decorated by her in a vintage style that she loved and the decor was perfect for the scenery for such photos.

She sighed heavily and looked into her closet. She put on her warm, light wool socks to the middle of her thighs, a soft cream sweater that reached her buttocks, and delicate panties. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, so her breasts were slightly visible.

She thought she looked cute. She let down her long, slightly wavy hair and sat on the floor in front of her large mirror. Behind her was her beautiful bed and a lovely white chest of drawers, a soft white rug underneath.

She made herself comfortable, leaning back against the bed, her legs bent at the knees in front of her covering what was between her thighs. She held the phone up so that it covered her face and took a picture.

She cropped it, added a filter to increase the saturation and make the whole thing a little more pastel, and it was ready. She looked again to see if there were any photos or other objects in the photo that might have identified her, but she couldn't find anything. She took a few more photos in similar outfits, uploaded them to her laptop and added them with a heavy heart, setting one of them as her profile picture.

She also fixed the price for taking pictures on request. She pointed out that there is no nudity or strange positions involved. She thought she was so demanding and restrictive that no one would want anything from her anyway. Tired and discouraged by what she had done, she simply went to sleep.

She woke up in the morning, rubbed her eyes and got up to drink water. She sat down with her glass and opened her laptop, wanting to see if anything had happened to her account. She almost choked when she saw that she had thirty new notifications. She was terrified and for a moment afraid to click on it. She finally did and started reading.

Several men paid her fixed sum for similar photos she posted. They wrote that she is gorgeous, that they would like a photo of her lying down and wearing different clothes, but leave it to her how she will solve it. She swallowed loudly as she saw several messages suggesting meeting up for sex, sending someone her socks or underwear. She paused on the last message and for a moment thought she had imagined it.

Someone had sent her more than she agreed for a single photo. He was the only one who wrote nothing. She clicked on his account out of curiosity. His profile picture was a black square. All it said was 25 years old, male. In the place where you could insert your short description it said: "Don't write to me."

She blinked, wondering what that was supposed to mean, and whether it meant that the women he orders from wouldn't write to him. She wanted to do it to tell him that he had transferred too much money to her, but she assumed that if he wrote that, then maybe he did it intentionally.

As soon as she got home after class she began to think about how to dress for the new photos. For the men who sent her the amount she asked for she wore a long T-shirt, also without a bra, the same long socks and underwear. This time she lay down on the carpet, lifted her calves slightly while lying on her stomach. She covered her face with her phone again as she took the picture.

She thought that she would come up with something special for the man who paid her more. She took her thin, translucent white robe and tied it around her waist, so that her shoulders were bare. Her legs were bare too.

She took the flowers she had bought that day in one hand, so that they covered her breasts. When she checked herself in the camera, she thought that she looked like some sensual, baroque painting. She took a photo, applied the same filters as before, and sent him the photo first.

Then she changed into normal clothes and started writing one of the essays. She felt terrible, but at the same time felt some kind of relief when she saw that the money had actually flowed into her account. She figured a few weeks and she'd be able to get the rest of the money she needed.

She saw that a dot had appeared on the app card, indicating that there was a new notification. She clicked there curiously, unfolded the list, and froze.

The man who paid more for her picture ordered another one, paying three times as much as before. Again, he didn't write anything to her. No additional requirements.

She pursed her lips as she felt her heart pounding. She thought he must be a very rich, bored young man. Or one that has no success with women. She had to appreciate that he wasn't asking her to do any perverted things.

She decided that since he was paying her so much, she had to make an effort. She might not have to take pictures for anyone else, and his assignments alone would do the trick. She pondered for half an hour what to do. She grabbed the fabric of the same bathrobe, putting it on similarly.

Now she held a beautiful ornate fan in her hand, beads of sweat adorned her bare arms becasue it was hot outside. She thought she'd zoom in on them, capturing her bare arms, the slightly exposed portion of her breast, her hand with the fan, and the portion of her mouth with her dark hair falling behind her.

After applying filters, she thought that there is sensuality, lightness and promise in this photo. If she were a man, she would like to receive such photos from her woman herself. She uploaded the photo to her laptop and sent it to him. She was very curious to see if he would like it.

She jumped in seat when she saw a message from him fifteen minutes later.

Abyss: "You surprise me."

She blinked at the screen in disbelief. She thought he never texted anyone. Apparently, that didn't work when he was talking to someone himself. For a moment she didn't know what to do. He fell from the sky and she couldn't lose him.

Ophelia: "I hope that's a compliment."

She replied briefly. No cute emoticons, no subtext, no familiarity. He didn't reply for a moment, and she wondered if she should add anything. She shuddered, when she suddenly got a notification that she had received a reply from him.

Abyss: "Why are you doing this? Pictures, I mean."

His question chilled her. She swallowed hard, feeling her heart pounding. What was she supposed to write to him? Even if she told him the truth, would he believe her?

There must have been plenty of girls who wrote, that they needed money because of an emergency, not because that was how they made a living. However, she decided that his money was saving her skin and he deserved her to tell him the truth.

Ophelia: "My father had no insurance at the time he had the accident. Neither my mother nor I knew he had lost his job. I work part-time, but it's not enough. And here I am."

She read her answer a few more times and, with a trembling hand, clicked "send". She felt like she was using him. As if they objectified each other. She pursed her lips at the thought. She drew in a quick breath when he texted back after a few minutes.

Abyss: Will he make it?

For some reason, she smiled at the screen. She knew she couldn't allow anyone to talk too privately and imagine who knows what, but she found his concern and manner to be matter-of-fact and kind. She appreciated it, and she tought that she kind of needed it right now.

Ophelia: Yes, thank you, it's very kind of you to ask.

Just a few minutes later, another message arrived.

Abyss: How far are you from the full sum?

She swallowed hard, feeling the cold sweat on her body. For some reason she felt insecure and trapped. She finally wrote him the exact number without adding anything else.

Abyss: I'll pay the full amount if you agree to go to bed with me. On your terms.

She looked at his message and after a while she started to cry. She covered her face with her hands and shook her head, wondering what she was doing.

She felt it was all wrong, terrible, that she didn't want to do it. On the other hand, she told herself that just this once would be enough, that it would be over and she wouldn't have to do anything else.

Just this one time.

She sobbed loudly, texting him back that she agreed.

She wanted him to come to her right away the next day. She couldn't mentally take it any longer, she wanted it to be over. She thought that no matter what he looked like she would be nice to him and just give him what he wanted.

She put on a dress with tiny yellow flowers that fastened at the front, so that it was easy to take off. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties underneath.

She didn't see the point in it.

She hid a condom in one of the pockets - she wasn't going to catch anything from him. She was taking birth control pills, but preferred extra protection.

She hasn't eaten anything since morning. She was sick and pale. She took a shower, sprayed on her perfume, dried and combed her long hair. She hid in her apartment all the photos and objects that could reveal her name, as well as those of her family and friends.

She heard a soft knock on her door two minutes before the appointed time. She tried to control the shaking of her body and the fear she felt. She walked over to the door, rested her forehead against it, and exhaled softly, opening the lock. She opened it and froze.

This was not how she imagined him.

He was smoking a cigarette in the stairwell, measuring her up and down. He was wearing a black T-shirt, black pants and a black leather jacket. His blond hair was partly tied back, and he looked like a pirate with an eyepatch. She saw a long scar running down his left cheek. She wondered if the lack of an eye was the reason he preferred this way of getting close to women.

Despite the scars, she thought he was a very handsome, athletic man. He raised an eyebrow, and she remembered who she was and what she was supposed to do. She stepped aside quickly, opening the door with a crack, inviting him inside. He walked in unhurriedly, as if entering a friend's apartment.

He took off his shoes while continuing to smoke. He went deeper into the apartment, as if to check that there were no third parties, and that nothing suspicious was going on. He stubbed out his cigarette in her sink.

He glanced at her finally, his face stony, his gaze intense. She swallowed hard, feeling her heart pounding wildly, her legs trembling slightly. They stared at each other in silence for a moment.

"Will you drink something?" She asked softly, her voice trembling. His gaze softened at the sound of her voice.

"Water, thank you." He spoke calmly, his voice low and sonorous, almost purring. She felt shivers go through her.

She nodded and, without looking at him, walked into the kitchen, grabbed a clean glass and poured water into it. She handed it to him, then took a few sips from her own glass, feeling her throat go dry.

He put down his half-empty glass with a loud clatter, and looked at her meaningfully, leaning against the doorframe. She swallowed hard and set her cup down as well. She smiled warmly at him and walked past him, glancing at him, nodding for him to follow her.

They went into the room where her bed stood. The man looked around, his attention drawn to the books on her shelf. He took out some of them, looked through them, and put them back. She looked at him and wondered if she should start a conversation with him. He didn't seem like the kind of person who liked to talk about nothing, she decided.

"Here?" He asked dispassionately, and she shivered. She felt herself blush with embarrassment. She was terrified.

"Yes." She said softly, lowering her lashes. He looked at her over his shoulder.

"Is this your first time?" He asked uncertainly.

She swallowed hard and shook her head.

"Good." He said calmly and took off his leather jacket, placing it gently on the bed.

He finally sat on it, leaning forward slightly, his elbows on his thighs. He looked at her intensely, his gaze roaming her body from top to bottom. She lowered her lashes, feeling his gaze burn her.

"I won't hurt you. Don't be afraid. Do it as you see fit." He said low, looking at her calmly, his gaze black. She felt subcutaneously that he wanted her and was surprised to find, that it did not repulse her.

Maybe it was because he hadn't groped her since he walked in and let her decide what it would look like.

She approached him slowly, her legs as soft as gummies. She pursed her lips, swallowing softly.

"Can I sit on your lap?" She asked quietly, her voice trembling slightly, her face red with shame.

He grunted in acknowledgment and removed his hands, straightening up a bit as he looked at her searchingly. She straddled him, her whole body trembling. He placed his large hand on her back and stroked it steadily, their faces inches apart.

"Easy. Take your time." He spoke softly. She nodded and smiled gratefully at him. She saw his mouth part slightly at the sight, and he swallowed hard himself. She placed her hands on his chest to steady herself. She raised a hand tentatively, her fingertips close to his scarred cheek.

"Can I touch you here?" She asked softly, almost in a whisper. He just nodded his head, looking away.

Her fingers traced lightly over his skin, exploring the slight indentations where there must once have been deep wounds. She wondered if those scars were the reason for his complexes and hiding on this portal. Looking at him closely, she thought that he had an incredibly beautiful, interesting face.

He closed his eye, feeling her touch. The tips of her fingers traced further, touching his chin, cheek, mouth. She felt a shiver run through him at her touch. He finally pressed his cheek against the inside of her hand, kissing her skin gently. There was something touching about the gesture, some acknowledgment that he wanted to show her respect.

She finally took his face in both her hands and leaned over him. Her lips brushed his invitingly, gently, teasing him slightly. She heard him exhale softly, his hand tightening on the fabric of her dress. His lips parted invitingly.

She caressed his lips with hers, sucking them gently, running her wet, fleshy skin over them. He moaned softly, and she shivered at the sound. Startled, she found herself getting wetter between her thighs, her nipples hardened and showing through the fabric of her dress.

He smelled of cigarettes and strong perfume, his scent made her head spin. She shivered as she felt him return her kisses timidly, his other hand grabbing her cheek gently, pulling her closer. They began to caress and suck each other's lips, tilting their heads alternately with the wet, sticky sound of their saliva, panting into each other's mouths.

Her hand slid into his soft hair, massaging his neck, and he grunted in delight. He continued to kiss her, his lips pressing greedily against hers, demanding more. She involuntarily moved closer to him. They both moaned into each other's mouths as she brushed against his hard manhood, throbbing in his pants.

"Fuck." He whispered into her mouth, his hand from her back slid down to her buttocks. He looked at her in shock when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. They both moaned helplessly as his large hand squeezed her firm skin, forcing her to speed up.

She didn't know what was happening to her, but she was full of lust and arousal. She thought with surprise that she wanted this. She leaned over him, pressing his face to hers, her tongue timidly passing over his lips.

He sighed loudly in surprise, his tongue coming out to meet hers. They were both panting, teasing the tips of their tongues and licking like two kittens. His hips pressed against the space between her thighs, making her moan softly.

Her hands went to the buttons of her dress. She began to undo them slowly from the top, their tongues dancing with each other with a wet, sticky sound. He gave her a blurry look as he saw her slip her dress off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him.

He stared at her chest with awe and wonder. He pressed his face to the space between her breasts, kissing her top to bottom. His caresses made her feel her insides clench around nothing, her wetness running in thin rivulets down her thighs, her hips rubbing against him. She could feel him completely hard now, throbbing intensely beneath her.

A loud, unexpected moan escaped her lips as he took one of her breasts in his hand and began sucking on her nipple. She pressed his face to her chest, his hand tightening on her buttock, forcing her to speed up. They were both panting loudly, his tongue teasing and licking each of her nipples in turn.

"Feels good?" He asked in delight, his voice trembling slightly. She swallowed hard at his question.

"Y-yes, God, it feels so good" She mumbled, her hands fisted in his hair, pressing him against her breasts.

She quickly slid them down to his pants and began undoing his belt. He moved away from her and leaned back, giving her better access, helping her by undoing his button and fly. She started to reach into her pocket for a condom, but he pulled out his own, putting it on quickly and nimbly.

She rose quickly, panting softly, and pressed her forehead against his, lowering herself slightly. When she felt his tip inside her, they both moaned loudly into each other's mouths. She began to tease him by falling lightly on top of him and rising again, not pushing him inside. He writhed beneath her, thirsty and desperate.

They both leaned back and were speechless as they felt him enter her. He was so big that he barely fit in. She began to slowly ride him, panting loudly, pushing him deeper and deeper into herself. He leaned back slightly, holding her ass with one hand, staring at her helplessly, panting with her, his thighs responding to her every move with a thrust.

"You're so big." She sobbed in pleasure, pushing him all the way in, and he moaned loudly as he felt it. She leaned against his shoulders and sped up, rubbing against him where she felt the greatest pleasure, her walls pressing greedily against his cock, making him barely able to breathe.

"Fuck, you're so tight" He gasped, moving faster and more aggressively inside her, and she moaned loudly at his every move.

He finally grabbed her buttocks and turned her suddenly on her back, spreading her thighs in front of him and began to fuck her quickly and brutally, his thighs slapping again and again with a wet, sticky sound against her buttocks.

She moaned loudly, leaning back, she had never had sex with someone this intense before, beads of sweat streaming down her body, her hips responding to his every thrust. She sobbed helplessly as she felt his thumb on her clit, massaging it in a circular, intense motion, making the tension inside her unbearable.

"So wet for me. Do you like it when I touch you like that? Shall I stop?" He purred in delight, his voice trembling slightly, she felt that they were both on the verge of orgasm.

Her hands clenched the sheets around her head, her hips responding greedily to his loud, wet thrusts, filling her to the brim, rubbing where she needed it.

"No, please, touch me, touch me there" She sobbed helplessly, spreading her thighs wider for him, her nipples sticking out, hard with desire.

He moaned low hearing her words. His thumb began to caress her more intensely, pumping his cock hard into her with the wet sounds of their shared fluids trickling down their thighs. She leaned back heavily, her lips parted in pleasure.

"Oh God, I'm gonna come, please, please, please!" She sputtered, moaning loudly. She bent back suddenly, her body went through a wave of hot pleasure, moaned loudly and helplessly, she had never experienced such an orgasm before.

She felt his body begin to tremble, her insides pressing against him in waves, wanting to hold him in, he began to moan loudly along with her.

"Fuck, God, yes" He gasped, coming hard inside her, thrusting into her all the time, unable to stop.

They writhed under each other, breathing heavily, their bodies refusing to let go, clenching on each other. He stared at her half-consciously, beads of his sweat running down his shirt, his hair stuck to his face, his mouth parted. They both looked at each other as if they couldn't believe that this really happened between them.

He swallowed hard and slid out of her as if suddenly remembering who he was. She clenched her thighs, feeling suddenly empty, covering herself with her dress, trembling all over. He slid off the condom, tied it, and laid it on the floor, not knowing what to do with it.

He zipped up his pants as he got out of bed, still breathing fast. He cleared his throat without looking at her, fumbled for something in his trouser pocket. He took out a wad of bills and placed them on her nightstand.

"That's the amount we agreed on." He said lightly, his voice breaking as he said the words.

She shivered all over, feeling the cold fast on her body. She covered her mouth with her hand as she felt tears welling up in her eyes. She finally hid her face from him and nodded.

"T-thank you." She said in a shaky voice and drew in a quick breath as she felt her body convulse. She thought he'd just leave, but she heard he didn't move.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked quietly. She looked at him shocked and shook her head, continuing to cry as she buttoned her dress. She felt lonely, dirty, worn out, unowned.

"Don't mind me, forgive me for my behavior." She said quickly, not looking at him, trying to calm her trembling breath. She wiped her wet nose from crying. He was silent for a moment.

"Do you want me to leave?" He asked quietly.

She was silent for a moment. Desperately, she shook her head. She heard him swallow hard.

"What do you need?" He asked gently.

She opened her mouth, not believing she meant to say it.

"For you to hug me." She whispered, clenching herself, trembling all over.

She drew in another sharp breath as she heard him return to her bed. She felt his weight against her, saw his black T-shirt and pants, smelled his scent again.

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. She snuggled into him like a teddy bear, burying her head into his chest. His hand tangled in her hair, the other caressing her back. She felt his heart pounding. She slowly began to calm down.

She closed her eyes as she felt him kiss her hair tenderly. She thought that she could fall asleep in the arms of this man, that she didn't even know. She cleared her throat quietly.

"T-thank you, I'm better now. I won't hold you back any longer." She whispered, but he only grunted at her words and kissed her hair again.

"Hold me for as long as you want."

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Oneshot written as Anon Request. I had a lot of fun writing this and I really like the end result. Let me know what you think. 💖

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[bigbangharringrove]

Mr Steve and the Monster Hunter

Author: @dragonflylady77 (Ao3: dragonflylady77) Artist: @adelacreations Beta Reader: @adelacreations

Summary: Steve gets the surprise of his life when one of his students gets picked up by her father. A man who Steve thought had died on the dirty floor of Starcourt Mall fifteen years ago.

Billy Hargrove is alive… and a dad. He runs a security company called HellGrove and he hunts monsters in the Upside Down for a living.

When Billy opens a portal into the Upside Down in Robin and Heather’s backyard, Steve follows because he wants answers. Rating: M Pairings: harringrove, buckleway, elumax (mention) Content Tags: Single Parent Billy Hargrove, Billy Hargrove has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Getting Together, Billy Hargrove Lives, Billy Hargrove Has Powers, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Billy Hargrove, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Teacher Steve Harrington, Gay Billy Hargrove

Excerpt & Art Preview:

It’s after midnight and Steve is lying on his bed, flipping Billy’s card over and over, the dim light of his bedside lamp catching on something in the corner of the card. It’s embossed in the same color so he didn’t really notice until now. He brings the card closer so he can have a proper look and… It’s a demogorgon flower head. Motherfucker. He grabs his phone to call Robin but then remembers that they’re not really best friends anymore, besides it’s late and she’s a parent now. Olivia did say she was spending the weekend with her dad but Steve isn’t sure what the arrangement is. Billy Hargrove is alive and he’s a dad. More questions than answers and it’s making Steve want to scream. So he sends Robin a message, figuring that she can choose to reply if she’s awake. He hopes she does. [Steve: So I met Olivia’s dad at pick up today.] Immediately the reply box shows three littles dots. Steve holds his breath for a bit but has to give up after a minute. Either Robin is typing a novel-length explanation or she is not sure what to say. [Robin: Surprise? ] “Are you fucking kidding me?” Steve yells in the empty room, his frustration at boiling point. His phone dings again and he looks to see what else Robin had to say. [Robin: Come over for lunch tomorrow. We’ll talk.] Steve sends a brief text saying he’ll be there then puts his phone down and switches to his laptop, giving into the temptation to visit HellGrove.com. The website mentions the usual stuff: the various services offered (most of which mean little to Steve), reviews from clients as well a page about the company and its staff. Steve keeps looking on the main page for the freaky flower and finally finds it, hidden on the Reviews page when his cursor hovers in the bottom left corner and HOLY FUCK! There’s no photos of the Upside Down but the hand drawn illustration in the banner is enough for Steve to suppress a shudder at the memories. There are a handful of anonymous written accounts by survivors who were rescued by HellGrove and reports about unsuccessful rescue missions. The wording is vague but, to someone who’s experienced it first hand, it’s clear they’re talking about the Upside Down.

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We are able to accommodate all requests and are able to fulfill a range of businesses and company travel transportation needs and at a very low-level costing. RideBoom has an affordable ride for every business need. Use the RB Eco option as a cheaper option for your daily business travel. Staying or finishing late at night don’t worry RideBoom will provide you with secure and safe cars around the clock. You can choose a Ride now or Ride later option. Boost your business with RideBoom.

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[acceptccnow]

High-Risk Payment Gateway: Essential Tools and Techniques

Article by Jonathan Bomser | CEO | Accept-Credit-Cards-Now.com

In the fast-paced world of e-commerce, the heartbeat of businesses, from small ventures to corporate giants, is the art of accepting credit card payments. But not all businesses tread the same path of risk. Some, due to their industry or unique nature, bear the high-risk label in the eyes of financial institutions. For those navigating this challenging landscape, this article serves as an expert guide through the vital elements of high-risk payment gateways and how to expertly navigate this complex territory.

DOWNLOAD THE HIGH-RISK PAYMENT INFOGRAPHIC HERE

Payment Processing in the High-Risk Arena When your business resides in the high-risk category, traditional payment processing methods often fall short. This is where specialized high-risk payment processing solutions come into play. These services are meticulously crafted to meet the unique demands of high-risk merchants, ensuring smooth, secure transactions while effectively managing risk.

Merchant Accounts and Transaction Management Obtaining a high-risk merchant account marks the first step in establishing a robust payment ecosystem. These accounts are specially designed to cater to businesses operating in industries prone to chargebacks and fraudulent activities. They serve as the cornerstone for credit card processing, facilitating the seamless acceptance of payments from clients.

E-commerce Synergy with High-Risk Payment Gateway For e-commerce businesses, the integration of a reliable e-commerce payment processing solution is not just beneficial; it's indispensable. Linking a payment gateway that aligns with high-risk merchant accounts is a pivotal element in securely accepting credit card payments. It's worth noting that the adoption of credit card payments for e-commerce can significantly supercharge sales and enhance customer trust.

Exploring the Credit Repair Landscape The credit repair sector is a prime example of a high-risk niche. Credit repair businesses must procure a credit repair merchant processing solution to thrive. These specialized accounts and payment gateways tailored for credit repair ensure that businesses can assist clients on their financial journey while simultaneously safeguarding their own financial interests.

Venturing into the CBD Sector The CBD industry is another high-risk frontier on the rise. Enterprises operating within this sector must acquire a CBD merchant account and implement CBD payment processing solutions. A CBD payment gateway isn't just about addressing the growing demand; it's also about skillfully managing risk.

Digital Payment Portals In today's digital era, a highly efficient online payment gateway isn't a luxury but a necessity for high-risk businesses. These gateways grease the wheels of online credit card processing, ensuring a seamless experience for customers. With the right credit card payment gateway, businesses not only protect sensitive information but also streamline the path for transactions.

In summary, conquering the realm of high-risk payment processing is akin to orchestrating a well-planned strategic masterpiece, supported by the right tools. Securing a high-risk merchant account and seamlessly uniting it with a dependable payment gateway tailored to a particular industry are the strategic essentials. Whether the journey leads through the terrain of credit repair or into the thriving CBD sector, these solutions empower businesses and cast a safety net against risk.

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[stealingrobotatoes]

HOW TO MAKE A SIMPLE DISCORD BOT THAT RESPONDS TO MESSAGES!!!

(updated tutorial! trust me, it's super easy!!)

Pretty much every Discord bot tutorial I’ve seen is either outdated, way too complicated, or a video... so I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands and make my own tutorial!!!

So here’s how to make a response bot with Python and Repl.it, step by step, with pictures. NO CODING EXPERIENCE NEEDED

Step 1: HAVE A DISCORD ACCOUNT AND A SERVER!

Seeing as you’re here, I’ll assume you know what discord is and have an account. I won’t explain this bit to you (:

Step 2: MAKE A REPL.IT ACCOUNT 

Repl.it is where your bot’s code is gonna live, so you need to make an account for it!!

https://repl.it/signup?goto=%2F~

Step 3: STARTING THE BOT!

Now you’re gonna go to https://discord.com/developers/applications and make an application!

Once you’re there, click that blue “New Application” button and make a new application!

Once you've done that, you should be here

Now go to the bot section and click add bot

Congrats! You've got the beginnings of a robot! Do not close this tab, we'll need it later!

Step 4: ADDING THE BOT!

Now, you need to add the bot to a server so you can use it! 

Go to the “General Information” page of your bot/ app, and copy the application ID by clicking the handy little copy button

now, replace where this link says [YOUR CLIENT ID HERE] with your client ID and go to said link:

https://discordapp.com/api/oauth2/authorize?scope=bot&client_id=[YOUR CLIENT ID HERE]

(example: https://discord.com/oauth2/authorize?scope=bot&client_id=714083849235333161)

Authorise it and bam! It's in your server!

Step 5: ACTUALLY CODING THE BOT!!

FINALLY! 

This bit is REALLY easy, because I’ve made you some base code, so you don’t have to do much!!

Go to: https://repl.it/@stealingpotatos/tutorialbotbase1

Now click the "Fork" button and you've got your own copy of the code!!! Well done!!

Here comes the actual coding! Replace "trigger word" with whatever you want to trigger the bot, and "response" with the-- well I'm sure you can work it out!

THE TRIGGER NEEDS TO BE IN ALL LOWER CASE

But your bot won't work just yet!

step 6: JOINING YOUR BOT AND CODE

Back in the Discord Dev Portal, go to the Bot tab and click "RESET TOKEN" and then copy it!

Back on repl.it, click the lock icon to enter the Secrets tab

Once you're there, add a new secret called "SUPER_SECRET_BOT_TOKEN" and make the value your copied bot token!

AND THATS IT!!! You have a working bot!!

I'm so proud of you!!!! :D

Have fun botting!!

extras: KEEPING YOUR BOT ONLINE

Because of the “keep_alive” function, your bot will continue to be online for about an hour after you close the tab.

But if you want it online all the time, here's a tutorial I made a while back on keeping your bot online 24/7!

extras: ADDING MORE RESPONSES

Super simple!! 

If you want multiple triggers for the same response, copy & paste the “(””) in message.content.lower()” part of the statement, + add an or

Like that!

And for adding another trigger/response entirely, just copy & paste the statement entirely, and change the “if” to an “elif” if you don’t want both things to trigger at once.

Like this!!

If you don’t already know python, I’d very much recommend learning it if you’re going to be doing more bot coding!!

Thank you for reading, and if you have ANY QUESTIONS AT ALL, my askbox is open (and has anon if you think the question is kinda dumb and don’t want your name on it. It’s not a dumb question, ask me!)

Also if you have any questions about adding new functions, I’ll try to help you too! This blog is gonna be all abt that!!

#python bot #discord bot #discord bot tutorial #discord

[jtem]

Miss Google Groups already?

Actually, now hold onto your hats, Google Groups wasn’t really Google Groups. Um. There were groups on Google, true, but for the most part Google Groups was Google’s portal to something called Usenet.

YOU CAN REPLACE GOOGLE GROUPS FOR FREE!

Google Groups were never Google Groups, they were Usenet groups. Google didn’t create them, certainly didn’t control them. They simply gave you access to them. And you can still get access to all those groups. For free.

See the beauty of Google Groups was that it was one-stop-shopping. You just signed into Google, which you probably already were for gmail and personal content, then if you pointed your browser to Groups you were there. So Google Groups made Usenet convenient.

More convenient.

Before Google Groups and now today, with Google Groups murdered off, you need two things to read and write to those same groups you could reach with Google alone. You need a “Client” to read and write to the groups.

A “Client” is a program or app you load onto your computer. This lets you access groups – read them, post new messages. If you’re on an Apple machine then your choices are limited here but a really good one is Mozilla’s Thunderbird.

CAREFUL!

It’s easy to get discouraged with Thunderbird. It just won’t work! And then the next day, give or take a day, assuming you followed instructions and did everything right, it will suddenly work. And keep working.

BUT YOU NEED SOMETHING ELSE!

So you need a client – a program – to read groups and post to them. But you also need access to a Usenet server – a machine where all the groups and their messages are stored.

Think of it like email, because that’s what it’s like: You open your email “Client” – whatever you use to read & write email – and it connects to a server, downloads your new emails. Then when you write an email this “Client” connects to that server again, uploads it and sends it to the next machine.

Over simplified but, Usenet (what you thought of as Google Groups) works the same way. Thunderbird is a “Client” that attaches to the server, like the way your email app attaches to the mail server, so all that’s missing is a server for Thunderbird to connect to.

Here’s one:

www.eternal-september.org

Eternal September Usenet Server

eternal-september.org

Create an account. It’s free. It’s very easy. They’ll give you the address of the server – the address you configure in Thunderbird – and they’ll mail you a username and password.

PLENTY OF INSTRUCTIONS ONLINE!

You can Google “Thunderbird eternal september” and find advice on getting it all to work. But, like I said, be warned: As far as I can tell I did everything right and it still didn’t work. It was frustrating. It was maddening. And then suddenly it worked and I don’t know what if anything I did differently. So be prepared for that.

And this was the case for me, on Apple. There are other “Clients” available for you if you’re on Windows. Forte Agent is a good one, but they’re like $27 a year. On the bright side, if you don’t mind spending a few bucks to replace Google Groups, Forte Agent will sell you a “Client” and the Usenet feed (the server access): One Stop Shopping. Should make configuring the app a lot easier!

#Google Groups #Usenet #Mozilla #Newsreader #free speech #discussion forums #free #nntp #eternal september #thunderbird

[literaticat]

Should I have any expectation of timely royalty payments? For example, my pub says an accounting period for my book ends Dec 31+ statements go out by March 31. Then does the agent look it over? (This book is with my agent’s old agency, if that makes a difference.) Is there a lot to sort out here? I’ve gotten paid bw late April and early May before. Publishing is slow, I get it, but is is it the publisher or the agency who is most likely to be slow? Both? Thank you!

Short version: Yes, you should be paid any money you are owed in a timely way. Publishers might take anywhere from a week to a month to process all the payments, though, so that's what "timely" means -- if the statement went out by March 31, it might be actually paid any time in April or even the tail end of April / first week of May; As soon as it gets to the agency and clears the bank, they should process it quickly and get it out to you. So late mid-to-late April / early May is absolutely normal, that IS "timely."

Long Version: FWIW, when we get royalties depends on the publisher. Many publishers have a schedule that is like what you describe -- two accounting periods, the first running from Jan-June (paid in Fall of that year), the second running July-December (paid in Spring of the following year). The bulk of Fall payments we get come in October (though there are some outliers that come in late September or early November!), and Spring usually comes in April (though sometimes late March or early May!)

(To be clear, this isn't THE ONLY possible schedule -- some publishers have a "rolling" schedule and different books could have different accounting periods altogether! This is just the most usual one.)

I don't know about any other agency, but at mine, we often get the statements first, and then get the money, or get them both at around the same time. In rare cases we might get a bunch of money first but no statement, in which case we do have to wait until the statements come in... because obvs we have no idea what the money is FOR. But that usually doesn't happen, and if it does, they send the statement quickly after.

Your thing said that the statements "go out by March 31"... but what that means is, they have created the statements and put them on their portal or sent them out -- that does NOT mean they have actually cut all the checks. (kinda like when you get an invoice or bill and it says "pay within 30 days" or whatever -- they have an amount of time in which they are supposed to pay). Payment itself might be fast. Or it might take a couple weeks, or 30 days, something like that. Hence why we are getting payments for the entire month, with some on either side of that month.

As soon as we get the money, we check the statements, OK, is this amount of money for this person, yes, it matches, and we pay them.

We do payments twice a week, so we pay you the same week the money comes to us, unless it comes AFTER we have already done the payments that week, in which case it would be in the following week's first batch.

In fact, I believe we are obligated to pay any money you are owed within two weeks (or 10 days? something like that?) -- like, it's the law, we CAN'T just randomly hold money.

If something looks seriously WONKY*, the amount of money they paid us does NOT match what the statement says, something has clearly gone wrong; in that case we would have to reach out to the publisher and have them reissue the money or whatever, obviously, but for the most part, this all goes smoothly, which actually is kind of surprising given that we have hundreds of clients and THOUSANDS of books, you'd think MORE things would go wrong, but hey. I guess if there IS a problem, there might be a delay, but you'd know about it!

(We also do have a royalties person who does bigger "deep dive" projects where she examines the statements to make sure that all the subsidiary rights that are supposed to be on the statement are on there, that the percentages are all what they are supposed to be, that they aren't holding an excessive amount of reserves, etc -- but those examinations are ongoing throughout the year. So if we realize at some point in February or whatever that, hello, actually it looks like they SHOULD have paid us x-amount and why didn't they, we will go back to them and ask questions about it and if there are changes to be made, they will cut another check at that point. It would absolutely NOT be feasible to do a deep dive on everyone's royalty statements during April or October when they are all coming in at once, nor would it be legal for us to hold money that has come in until that is done.)

[rochstdenis-nc]

Strengths and Weaknesses

Strengths and weaknesses are difficult topics to think about and discuss. It means taking a seat and thinking about what I am good at and what areas I could improve on. It is harder said than done, considering I am not one to think about myself. As a dad to 4 children, especially little ones my brain is always on the go!

I want to start with my weaknesses so that I can end this blog with all the things I am good at. In the tattoo world, what isn't cooler than being a dad full of tattoos and being able to tattoo others? Nothing! I definitely can say a weakness of mine is pricing out my work, the word I am looking for is Financial skills. I find I have to ask my friends or family for advice because I am pricing too low and I need their advice. I love tattooing so much that the money isn't a factor. However, to make a living I need to work on my financial skills.

Another weakness is Networking, I am not a big fan of social media, I don't even have a Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter account. Who even knows what is the next popular social media network? However, running a business requires a portal for clients to see my work, and contact me effortlessly. I am aware that I will have to ask for a helping hand and launch myself on social media to grow my business.

Moreover, ending this blog with a bang! Some of my strengths are Leadership skills, Creativity, and Communication. I can take someone's ideas and make them into something beautiful, my mind is always thinking of ways to create something. For example, tell me you want a bumble bee tattoo with flowers, and watch me work my magic. Even when I am finished and I start staring at the drawing, I am in "ahhh" because it turned out so awesome! Leadership is also something I thrive on, I love to guide others and take them under my wing to help them learn. Whether it's in a business aspect or general life skills. Need someone to help paint a wall? I will do it and guide you so you can have the skills to do it yourself next time. Communication is another good one, I am constantly communicating with people, and I believe it is a strong suit that I can hear you and listen.

Tattooing is more than a job, a career, a business but what way for me to express myself and make magic! It is something I LOVE!

Tune in next time for more.

Happy Blogging!

[flowerandblood]

Just one more time (Oneshot)

[ modern! • Aemond x sexworker! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, sexwork, anxiety, fluff ]

[description: A girl tries to cope with the idea, that she slept with someone for money. She can't forget about this man, but she decides to move on with her life. However, when she thinks, that this chapter of her life is closed, life crosses their paths again.]

This story is a continuation of Oneshot (Just this one time), but it can be read as a standalone story.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

_____

She never thought she'd be able to sleep with a strange man for money. It turned out that she knew little about herself. She was horrified at the thought, but at the same time the relief when she transferred the money to her mother was gigantic.

Her mother asked her where she suddenly got so much money, but all she said was that she had taken a University loan. Her mother believed her and burst into tears of relief over the phone.

She kept thinking back to that day when he had come to her. She remembered every millimeter of his unusual, almost stone face. His long, blond hair, the disturbing eyepatch. Compared to his cold, terrifying body posture, his touch was gentle, subtle, respectful.

He let her take control, barely saying anything. She had a feeling he was just as scared as she was. She wondered if he had used similar services from other girls before. For some reason her heart tightened at the thought.

She couldn't understand what was happening to her then. How did it happen that from second to second she became more and more turned on, her heart and breath quickened, their tongues licked in a perverted, licentious way.

How was it possible that when she began to ride him, her whole inside tightened with pleasure, responding to his every caress. How he made her come as hard as she had ever felt in her life.

When it was over and she realized what she had just done, she felt nothing but emptiness. She couldn't control her tears and convulsions. She was shocked when he stayed with her at her request.

That he lay next to her for an hour, just hugging and stroking her, listening with her to the sounds of the busy street outside the window. She thought in surprise that she didn't want him to leave.

Eventually, however, someone called him, and they both returned to earth. When he hung up, they just looked away. He picked up his jacket from the ground, put it on, and left, closing the door softly. Then she burst into tears for a second time.

She immediately turned off the possibility of ordering anything on the portal where she shared her photos with men. She had a few more photos to take, overdue and prepaid. She didn't want to explain herself to these men and pay them back so resigned she looked in her closet again.

She took several photos of herself against a black background made of a sheet with flowers in her hair and in her hands, slightly revealing the outline of her breasts. She thought that she wanted to add some color of mourning. That she had lost something, some fragment of her innocence. She felt like the whole world knew what she had done.

In the evening when she processed the photos and sent them to clients, she decided to close her account on the portal and this chapter of her life. She shuddered when she saw, that she had some new messages in her inbox. Resigned, she clicked on notifications.

Most of them, as she supposed, were invitations to bed or to send someone her used clothes.

Her heart sank as she saw that one of the messages belonged to him. For a moment her hands hovered over the keyboard in uncertainty. She was supposed to shut it all out, but she still saw his face before going to sleep, smelled his perfume in her nose, felt his hands gripping her hips tightly as he fucked her.

She felt him inside her.

She swallowed loudly. She couldn't help herself and clicked on the notification. After a moment a window opened with their earlier conversations and his new message, written a few hours ago. She saw, shocked, that he also wrote to her the same day they met and the day after.

Abyss: Are you okay? Your crying scared me. I know I shouldn't write to you. I just wanna know if you're alright.

Abyss: I'm begging you, tell me you didn't do anything to yourself or I'll go mad with worry.

Abyss: I saw that you blocked the possibility of placing orders so I assume that you will delete your account soon. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'm glad you're okay.

For some reason, she covered her mouth as she read it feeling tears in her eyes again. Her heart was pounding like crazy, roaring in her ears.

She felt the grip of his arms again, his soothing voice as he stroked her hair. He really cared about her. She stared at the monitor for several minutes, hesitating whether to write anything back.

Several times she went to the profile tab, dedicated to deleting the entire account, then went back to his three messages and read them again.

She didn't want him to feel that he had hurt her. She felt being with him that at any moment she could ask him to stop. She knew he wouldn't take her by force. She thought he'd give her the full amount even if halfway through the act she said she couldn't do it.

She swallowed hard and started typing, the words popping up in her dialog box.

Ophelia: Sorry, I didn't see your messages. Yes, I want to delete this account and end this chapter. Thank you for being so concerned and for staying with me then. I needed it. You didn't hurt me. I want you to sleep soundly and not worry about it anymore.

She read her message several times and finally sent it. She felt her whole body tremble with emotion. She wondered if he would respond to that. She shuddered when she saw that he had immediately displayed her message.

He didn't reply for half an hour. She decided that she would make dinner and eat something during this time. That if he doesn't text her back by the morning she'll think everything has been cleared up between them, she'll close the account, and go back to her normal life.

She went back to the desk with the tomato and lettuce sandwiches and nearly choked on a bite when she saw, that he did answer. She quickly clicked on the notification to see his message.

Abyss: Is the insurance thing settled yet?

She blinked, wondering if she should talk to him about that. However, she decided that nothing bad would happen if she answered him.

Ophelia: Yes.

She took a bite of her sandwich, staring thoughtfully at the screen. She felt as if her whole belly was twisting with emotion and some strange, indescribable excitement. Like she was doing something forbidden.

Abyss: I'm glad. I wish you all the best.

Her heart tightened as she read his words. For some reason she wanted to cry again.

Ophelia: Me too. Sleep peacefully.

For some reason, she hoped he'd write back something else. However, when she refreshed the page, she saw that their messages had disappeared. There was only a notification that the person she was talking to had deleted her account. For some reason she burst into sobs seeing this. She deleted her account a few minutes later.

***

A few months passed, and she began to come back to herself. She decided that she had not hurt anyone, and the man she met was very cultured and respected her. The thought of it helped her in times of crisis, but she was comforted by the fact that she wasn't about to go back to it.

The man who came to her then appeared in her dreams, and she was glad to see him every time. When she woke up she felt sad and hurt for some reason.

A new semester of her studies has begun. Her schedule included a new class in a completely different building, dedicated to ancient philosophy. Her friends talked among themselves that they were led by an interesting, young doctoral student. When one of them said that he had one eye missing, she felt a cold sweat on her neck.

She thought it was impossible.

When it was time for their first class, she couldn't swallow anything in the morning. She felt her whole body tremble, told herself it must be someone else. However, when the door to the hall opened and he stood there, inviting everyone inside, she felt unable to move.

He swept them all with a cool, indifferent gaze, and when he saw her, standing with her notebooks hugged to her chest, he froze and turned pale, his pupil dilating in shock.

He looked down quickly and turned his head, swallowing hard. She saw his whole body tense. She thought that was why he had come over to her bookshelf that day. He saw the works of Aristotle and Plato which she discussed on ancient Greek literature.

Pursing her lips, she followed the rest of her classmates into a small lecture hall where the seats were stacked like an amphitheatre. Her friend waved her to sit next to her in the third row, and so she sat there, not knowing what to do with herself.

Like any teacher, he had to introduce himself by name. She then found out that the man she had fucked on her bed for money, who had sucked and kissed her breasts and made her come harder than ever, was named Aemond.

She swallowed hard as he went on to read the list. Each student in turn raised his hand when his name was read out. When she heard her name, she shivered all over.

She raised her hand slowly, unable to look at him. She looked up and saw that he was looking at her so intensely, pleadingly, that she thought he was going to pass out. She thought they were both equally distraught and terrified.

He cleared his throat and read on, then moved on to the topic of classes and an introduction to ancient philosophy. He walked as he spoke, not looking at them but at some point in front of him.

He gestured a bit, flipping the slide once in a while. She wrote down everything he said in her notebook, trying to concentrate. She felt her leg move involuntarily from the stress. She knew that the exam in this subject was oral. She wanted to cry just thinking about it.

After what felt like an endless class, she quickly began packing. She flinched as he approached her, slowly climbing the stairs. He didn't look at her as he spoke to her.

"Please, stay for a while after class." He said low and turned, walking back down to his desk. She swallowed loudly.

Her friends asked her what happened and whether to wait for her, but she said no. She waited until everyone left.

Aemond walked over to the door and closed it. She saw him run a hand over his face, squeezing his eye shut. She came down to him on soft legs with downcast eyes, ashamed and terrified. He called back to her after a moment.

"I didn't know you were studying here. I swear." He spoke softly and low, his voice trembling slightly. She looked at him in surprise. She hadn't even thought of that. She swallowed softly, trying to make any sound.

“I know. Don't worry.” She said without looking at him, trying to hide how her legs and arms were shaking. "I won't say anything to anyone."

She could feel him looking at her. She was afraid of that look, but she couldn't help herself and lifted her head. His gaze was intense, resigned, tired. His jaw was clenched, his whole body tense and stone.

“If you want, I'll let you take the written exam instead of the oral one. For your comfort." He said quickly, looking away, rubbing his fingers against himself involuntarily.

She looked at them and felt a shiver, remembering those hands clenched on her thighs, on her buttocks. Something in her gaze must have betrayed her, because she saw his mouth part slightly, his gaze clouded, unsure. There was an awkward silence between them.

"Everyone will ask why I'm the only exception. We'll only get the attention of others." She spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly, her heart pounding harder and harder. She felt like she was about to pass out.

They looked at each other. Only now did she notice that they were both breathing through their mouths. She shuddered at the thought, felt her nipples harden under her dress. She saw his gaze immediately flick there, his chest heaving uneasily.

He looked at her face again, and she, desperate, felt wetness between her thighs. She wondered why she felt this way. She thought she had to leave, but she couldn't move.

She wanted this. She wanted him to fuck her on his desk.

She saw him squeeze his eye shut and turn his head away. She thought that maybe if she did it now that event from a few months ago would completely change its meaning.

It will change their relationship from subject to personal.

She moved closer to him, her legs felt like jelly. He watched in horror as she sat on his desk and slid her underwear to the floor. He opened his mouth to say something, but she spoke first.

“I will prepare well for the exam. You'll give me whatever grade you see fit. I will not miss any classes. But I need it. The feeling that it wasn't just a cold deal back then." She whispered pleadingly, her chest heaving uneasily.

They stared at each other with wide eyes, breathing uneasily. He opened and closed his mouth as if a fierce battle was going on in his head.

“I…you are my student. I don't want to hurt you again." He spoke so quietly that she barely heard him. For some reason what he said touched her.

"You will not hurt me." She whispered, her lips slightly parted, her insides, hot and wet, pulsating around nothing.

"I'm so wet, Aemond." She said helplessly. He trembled at her words, his gaze involuntarily darted towards her thighs, covered from him only by the thin material of her dress. She looked down at his pants and saw that he was completely hard.

It was enough that she slightly parted her thighs, and he came to her suddenly, gripping her hair tightly. He dug into her lips so greedily that she moaned into his mouth, surprised.

He kissed her with a wet, loud sound as his other hand pressed her against him, her wet inside pressing against his throbbing manhood. They both moaned loudly at the sensation, and she was delighted to hear him quickly undo his pants.

"Are you sure?" He whispered softly, but she just shoved her tongue into his mouth, panting heavily with him. He gave in and let her pull his pants down enough to free his swollen, throbbing cock.

She directed him immediately at herself, both squeezed their eyes shut. They moaned helplessly as his tip began to push against her hot entrance.

He entered her slowly, stretching her wet, fleshy insides, clenching greedily on him. She was so wet that despite how big he was, he slid into her without a problem.

They both gasped loudly and leaned back slightly as his large hands closed around her hips and he began to thrust her in a fast, steady rhythm. He stretched her insides to the limit, entering her so deep that she couldn't catch her breath.

"Yes, yes, yes" She panted helplessly, surprised at herself and him, at how shamelessly they fucked, at how aroused she was by the sound of his thighs slapping wetly against her ass every time he shoved his cock inside her again.

"Fuck, you're so tight. I dreamed for months about fucking your wet pussy again." He panted helplessly, apparently not caring anymore about who and where they were, thinking only about fucking her, of pushing her tight walls apart with his swollen cock.

She put her hands on the back of the desk, her hips responding to his every thrust, half lying half sitting, at such an angle that he rubbed her where she felt the greatest pleasure.

His thumb massaged her wet skin around her clit with slow, drawn strokes, the complete opposite of his aggressive, deep thrusts. She began to throb around him, closer to orgasm, her nipples so painfully hard that she simply slid her dress off her shoulders, exposing them to him.

He moaned at the sight, pulled her to him, his mouth greedily pressing down on her nipple, sucking it hungrily. She tightened her hand on his hair, the other supporting her body, burying his face into her breast. She parted her mouth in delight, thrusting into his hard, swollen cock with all the strength she had in her hips.

"Cum inside me." She mumbled, and he shivered all over. "Cum in me as deep as you want."

She heard his loud moan, muffled by the skin of her breasts around which he tightened his lips. He came hard, his hot sperm spilling inside her, his body quivering all over in pleasure.

Feeling it and the pressure of his fingers on her clit, she squeezed her eyes shut, leaning back and moaned helplessly as a wonderful, intense orgasm washed over her body in warm, tickling waves. They both moved for a moment longer, purring and breathing softly, fulfilled and delighted.

She felt him let her breast out of his mouth and pressed his face against her sternum, holding her tightly, hugging her to him. She returned his hug, clasping his head in her arms, running her fingers through his soft hair. She inhaled his scent, the same intense perfume that he had had back then.

"Do you take birth control pills?" He asked low, terrified.

"Of course." She whispered, and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, hugging her tighter. They stayed like that for a moment, his cock throbbing lightly deep inside her. After a while she heard his voice.

"I've thought about you every day since we did this." He spoke low, embarrassed and unsure how she would react to his words.

She swallowed loudly and stroked his hair tenderly, not believing what they had done.

"I thought about you too." She whispered. They both hugged painfully tight. She thought that she would like to stay with him like this. His scent and touch soothed her.

"I don't want to stop." He spoke suddenly, so quietly she wondered if she had misheard. But after a while he repeated it. "I don't want to stop. Even after your exams. I want to see you."

She felt a strong shiver run through her at his words. For some reason a warmth spread over her heart. A sense of relief that she wasn't trying to drown out her remorse.

She really felt something for him then.

"I want to see you too. I want to be yours."

_____

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[julesofnature]

I love you, 
not only for what you are, 
but for what I am when I am with you. I love you, 
not only for what you have made of yourself, 
but for what you are making of me.  I love you, 
for the part of me that you bring out. 
I love you, 
for putting your hand into my heaped-up heart, 
and passing over all the foolish, weak things that you can’t help dimly seeing there, 
and for drawing out, into the light, 
all the beautiful belongings that no one else had looked quite far enough to find.  I love you, 
because you are helping me to make of the lumber of my life not a tavern, but a temple. 
Out of the works of my every day, not a reproach, but a song.  I love you, 
because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good, 
and more than any fate could have done to make me happy.  You have done it without a touch, 
without a word, 
without a sign. 
You have done it by being yourself. 
Perhaps that is what being a friend means, after all.

This poem is usually credited to the poet Roy Croft. Not much is known about the writer, however the poem was included in the 1936 anthology “Best Loved Poems of American People” and also appears in “The Family Book of Best Loved Poems” (1952). German translations of the same piece of writing are attributed to Austrian poet Erich Fried, which lead to speculation that the poem is a translation of Fried’s work and Roy Croft is a pseudonym, however taking into account that the poem was already published in 1936 this is unlikely. https://www.marriedbykate.com/client-portal-readings-1/2018/9/9/i-love-you-by-roy-croft

Or, the translator posing as Roy Croft may have wanted to keep the royalties for himself or just not be bothered with obtaining permission from a foreign writer or agency.  https://allpoetry.com/Roy-Croft

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Set the Standard: Atlas NYC Unveils the Best Property Management Companies in NYC

Set the Standard: Atlas NYC Unveils the Best Property Management Companies in NYC

The success of your investment depends on selecting the correct property management partner in the dynamic and quick-paced world of New York City real estate. Of all the options, Atlas NYC stands out as a model of quality, establishing the benchmark for property management in the city that never sleeps. In this piece, we examine the essential characteristics that set Atlas NYC apart as one of the best property management companies in NYC, providing a smooth fusion of experience, creativity, and unmatched customer care.

Unrivaled Local Knowledge

A thorough awareness of the local environment is necessary to successfully navigate the complexity of the New York City real estate market. The team at Atlas NYC has unmatched experience since they have developed a thorough understanding of the various neighborhoods, laws, and market trends that make up the city. Atlas NYC’s ability to adjust its property management techniques to the specific needs and problems of each property under its care is made possible by its local understanding.

All-inclusive Property Management Solutions

To maximize the performance and value of your investment, Atlas NYC provides a full range of property management services. Every area of property ownership is managed with accuracy and care according to the company’s holistic strategy, which includes tenant relations, maintenance, financial administration, and strategic planning.

Important Services Consist of:

1. Tenant Relations and Screening:

· Strict screening procedures to find qualified tenants.

· Tenant relations should be proactive and responsive to promote happy living situations.

2. Upkeep and Fixtures:

· Proactive maintenance plans to deal with problems before they get worse.

· Effective management of maintenance, guaranteeing the durability and allure of every asset.

3. Accounting for Finances:

· Efficient and open financial administration.

· Rent collecting, planning, and reporting done on time to maximize profits.

4. Adherence to the Law:

· Observance of regional laws and compliance standards.

· Reduction of the legal hazards related to property administration.

5. Planning Strategically:

· Customized plans to optimize value and return on investment for every property.

· Proactive preparation to keep up with changes and developments in the industry.

Inventive Integration of Technology

Efficiency is critical in a city renowned for its fast-paced way of living. Atlas NYC uses state-of-the-art technology to make property management processes more efficient. Technology is smoothly incorporated to improve the customer experience, from online portals that give property owners real-time insights to automated processes that improve communication and productivity.

Client-Centered Methodology

Atlas NYC’s steadfast dedication to customer satisfaction distinguishes it as one of the top property management firms in NYC. The organization places a high value on candid communication, openness, and a customized strategy to meet the particular requirements of every property owner. Throughout the management process, Atlas NYC makes sure that you feel informed and confident, regardless of your level of experience as an investor.

Increase Your Capital with Atlas NYC

Selecting the best property management company in NYC is an investment in the longevity and profitability of your real estate endeavors, not just a choice. At the forefront, Atlas NYC exemplifies the characteristics that characterize the best in property management. Visit atlasnyc.com to learn more about Atlas NYC’s extensive services and track record, and discover a new level of property management in the center of the never-sleeping metropolis.

GET IN TOUCH WITH US

Atlas NYC Property Management, LLC

77 14th Street Brooklyn, NY 11215

718-768-8888

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SOCIAL MEDIA MARKETING - WHY You Must Have SMM on Your Website

One of the elements of a taking into account ease-planned SEO strategy is social media publicity, and this particular portion of such a strategy is enacted for many pleasurable reasons. For starters, it helps your company come to out to your customers via portals that are easy to locate and to unmovable to. The use of social media for SEO purposes furthermore makes it easier not unaided for the company to try people of the latest additions to the companys website, but it furthermore makes it easier for the companys loyal buddies to portion these things once the people they know.

Social Media Marketing is not as easy as you might think, but it is not that higher either. Creating the accounts for the many social networking portals that you will use is the easy allocation. The tough share is in how to properly utilize these for your companys needs. It is in the set against ahead than just posting a propos Facebook or almost Twitter to acquire your slant toward audience to see you. It is actually a proficiently-structured strategy that needs to follow not by yourself a schedule but along with to carry skillfully-crafted messages across to people you sensitive to attract to your site, as ably as to those who are already loyal to your brand.

The excuse why most websites nowadays have a presence in the peak social media sites is primarily because it is where a big number of people converge at any resolution times. You acquire to not abandoned realize these people but to furthermore communicate and interact bearing in mind than them following the use of your companys social media accounts. They can see what you have to have enough maintenance, what you can get sticking to of for them, and what your company is all roughly by for that excuse checking out your profile and looking at what is posted there.

Those who disagreement not use social media for their websites lose out just roughly the many possibilities that such a portal presents. With social media, you can stubborn questions that customers or prospective clients evaluate just more or less your products and facilities, and this can take position the difference moreover them choosing you all all over again your competitors. You can also court stroke people what updates your company may have, what accessory products you are approximately to start, what contests you are meting out for them, and many more. In rushed, social media publicity gets you as near as attainable to your intention expose, and all subsequent to the promote of the internet.

Apart from creature able to obtain out to your clientele once these accounts, you with have a platform that allows you to construct brand greeting and to entice people to share your posts once others. This will assign minister to to you construct your audience improved than acclaimed advertising, and gets your message across hurriedly to as many people as possible. This is why care should be taken in the space of posting upon social media sites, previously your posts can and may go viral pretty rapid if these are of assimilation to those who see these.

Going viral is pleasing, as long as it is for the lead of your brand and your company. In fact, going viral is what most social media publicity happenings are every virtually. The more people share your certain messages nearly your matter, the more traffic it will bring to your site, and the more revenues this will bring in to your company. And that is why social media publicity and having a presence upon these many portals is important.

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Unravelling VAT Dynamics: A Comprehensive Handbook on Registration Services in the UAE

Welcome to Goviin VAT Registration Services – a collective of qualified and knowledgeable accountants, auditors, and tax advisors committed to empowering you to take control of your finances and propel your business towards greater heights. Our comprehensive suite of services caters to clients spanning across the UAE. Whether you require seasoned bookkeeping services or proficient tax preparation for your business, rest assured that Goviin VAT Registration Services has the expertise to meet your needs and ensure financial success.

Value Added Tax (VAT) serves as a consumption tax, intricately woven into the economic fabric, impacting the supply of goods and services. This rate applies to a wide array of goods and services, with specific categories enjoying zero-rated or exempt status.

VAT Registration Services:

Engaging professional VAT registration services is a prudent choice for businesses navigating the complexities of compliance. These services streamline the registration process, ensuring accurate submission of required documents and adherence to the Federal Tax Authority (FTA) guidelines.

Key Steps in VAT Registration:

Assessment of Eligibility

Document Preparation

Online Registration Portal

Effectively managing VAT tax registration services in the UAE is pivotal for businesses operating in the region. Professional assistance not only simplifies the registration process but also ensures ongoing compliance with VAT regulations. As the UAE continues to evolve as a global business destination, staying informed and seeking expert guidance becomes paramount for businesses aiming to thrive in this dynamic marketplace.

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