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mrsmaybank · 4 years

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Gas Station Girl - Spencer Reid x Reader - CH 3

Spencer Reid’s first impression of the Reader is mixed. She’s “audacious, promiscuous, clever, and troubled.” and there is so many things Spencer would like to do about it.

CHAPTER ONE HERE

CHAPTER TWO HERE

A/N:I’m writing a Spencer Reid x Reader multific! The series will be intense and 18+. Age gaps, Explicit sexual content (dom/sub dynamics/kinks), angst, family issues, dark themes including: violence, suicide, murder, death, blood, and drug use and addiction. (Chapters will of course have trigger warnings depending on the content) HIGHLY recommend you listen to the playlist as you read!

A/N2: This chapter is the most wholesome one in the whole series! Other then the kinky smut LMAO. No for real though, this is as fluffy as it gets. Next chapter gets um... well you’ll see!

TW: Language, Age gap, use of ‘Little Girl’ as pet name, explicit sexual content (light degradation & unprotected sex), mentions of death, smoking weed, mentions of violence

Fic Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4WYosdR6Tz4y9lsmUghoMU?si=ZvyS_2oqSDW95PxULRs2fQ

The seconds of ignorant bliss after opening your eyes for the first time since a night of horrible decisions didn’t last as long for Y/N anymore. Pains and aches serving a reminder of all the apologies that were owed from her. Instant dread and distaste for confrontation swirled in her stomach. Ah but she deserved it all. The night was blurry, but from recollection, it was only Teddy. He’d dropped her off home, she remembered that. From where? Who knows, but it probably didn’t matter. Teddy’s services didn’t really warrant (nor did Teddy want) a heartfelt, apologetic phone call she decided. Instead a simple, “thx” text sufficed.

She stepped out of her room, pleased with the sight of her roommate rolling a joint on the kitchen table. “Good fucking morning.” she meant it. The weed would ease the sting of the bruises and busted lip.

“Morning.” Kena said, licking the joint to seal its precious contents. “What the fuck happened to you last night?” making a face of amusement.

The friends bursted out in laughter in unison.

“Got my ass beat.” Y/N started telling the story as Kena lit the j. “Remember ‘Record Shop’ Dude’?”

“Do I remember? You guys fucked for like a week straight. Thought you guys were gonna get married.”

“Well,” she couldn’t contain her laughter anymore, “Apparently he has a girlfriend. They’ve been together for three years.”

Kena passed her the joint laughing, “Apparently.” she watched as her friend inhaled the smoke, “I’ll never understand why you don't fight back every time. I’ve seen your left hook, it’s deathly. It’s like you like getting your ass kicked.”

Y/N finished the joint, putting it out. “Yeah, I get off. Masochist, remember?” she said in a serious tone. Kena understood the satire of her response.

“What’re your plans tod-” she was cut off by her phone ringing. She saw the unknown number and smiled putting it on speaker for Kena to hear. “I’m fucking broke!” she shouted as Kena laughed. “You can’t scam me! I don’t have any fucking money to steal!”

The line went silent and they awaited the confused stutter of some telemarketing con artist. And a confused stutter came.

“Y/N? It’s Spencer.” he paused, “Spencer Reid?” he paused again. Perhaps she’d forgotten him. “Dr. Spencer Reid?”

“I know who you are.”

Kena looked at her friend in confusion, but she was busy replaying the events of the previous night. Spencer had called Teddy, from the parking lot of a shady...her memory stalled, liquor store.

“Holy fuck I’m such a piece of garbage.” was the only thing her subconscious could render.

“I am so fucking sorry. Holy shit. Thank you for last night, dear fuck. I’m sorry about that. And for screaming at you! I didn’t have your number saved.”

Spencer lightly sighed. She remembered. “It’s okay. How are you feeling?”

“Uh, great.” she stammered, “I’ve woken up a lot worse.”

Spencer could hear the slight embarrassment in her voice. “Good, good.” he took a deep breath, “Well I was wondering if maybe I could take you out to lunch? We’ve only ever spoken in parking lots.”

Kena opened her eyes in delight, mouthing “Yes!”

Y/N couldn’t contain her smile, “I’d like that Dr. Reid. Pick me up at three?”

“Sure little girl. See you soon.” Spencer hung up and Y/N melted.

Kena screamed, “You’ve been fucking a doctor?!”

“No.” she smiled a devilish grin, “But I’m about to.” she sang, practically skipping with joy back to her room.

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Spencer hadn’t gotten a good look at the complex in the dark, but now he could see it in its full glory. Beer bottles and cigarette buds littered everywhere, sulky characters loitering at practically every corner, and a reek of marijuana. Not his personal idea of home sweet home.

He watched as the girl he was waiting for exited from apartment 209, looking just as wild as ever. He wondered if the disheveled look was intentional or if she always looked so crazily hot. His eyes continued to follow as she walked down the steps and into his passenger seat.

“Hi.” she said, eyes wide and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was blushing. Y/N didn’t seem like the kind of girl to blush.

“Hey. You look nice.” he started to pull out of the parking space.

“You don’t have to say that you know. I don’t look nice. I never look nice.” she sighed, “Truthfully I hate the idea of looking nice.”

Spencer was amused with her little ramble, “Why?”

“‘Cause nice is what you look like when you’re going to church. Or brunch. And I don’t do either of those.” she said plainly.

“What’s wrong with brunch?” he questioned smiling.

“Nothing is wrong with brunch.” she paused for a minute, deciding whether or not to tell him all the atrocious memories she had in connection to brunch. He only asked you about fucking brunch. Don’t reveal all your baggage already. Don’t be a dramatic bitch. Just say your vegan or some bullshi-

“What are you contemplating on telling me?”

Her mouth gaped playfully. “Fucking cut the profiling! Three minutes in and you’re already doing your weird government shit.” she remarked, teasingly defensively.

Spencer laughed, “Weird government shit? Really?”

“Yeah.” she pursed her lips, “I said what I said.”

“It’s psychology, not weird government shit. It’s analyzing body language, and speech patterns and-”

“I get it. You’re fucking smart.” They pulled out to a red light.

“You’re smart too.”

“Thanks Doctor.” she smiled, it did make her happy to hear that. “So where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.”, and see she did. As they got out of the car, Y/N couldn’t stop smiling. At first it was the way Spencer’s hand found hers, but then it was the sight. The restaurant was placed under the biggest trees she’d ever seen, with ivy hanging just a couple feet over her head. It was illuminated with lanterns and tiny hanging lights and she felt like she was in a fairy tale. It was beautiful.

“Hey Spencer?”

“Yes?” he said approaching the hostess, “Table for two, Spencer.” His attention shifted back down at her. “This is the prettiest place a boy has ever taken me.”

He smiled, “Yeah? You like it?” The hostess led them to their table and they sat. “A lot.” she giggled and Spencer swore his heart would explode. The sound was just too adorable.

“So Y/N, where are you from?”

She was a little surprised at the question, almost like nobody had ever asked. Had she ever been on a date? Like a proper sit down date?

“New York City, originally. But I uh, moved around a lot as a kid.”

“Tell me about that.”

“You really wanna know?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he questioned.

“Okay, fine. I used to live in this beautiful townhouse in Manhattan. I had a pink room with a huge bed and canopy. A gorgeous chandelier, this vanity with all my tiaras, and my dolls! Oh my god, those dolls were so fucking pretty.” he listened intently, relishing in the way her eyes lit up in a way he’d never seen.

“And then my dad died.” the glint of joy in her eyes was gone. “When I was seven. And we moved to West Virginia, living with my grandmother, until she died!” she let out a small laugh in attempts to keep the mood up. “Then we were living in this mobile park, which wasn’t so bad. Creeps and meth-heads came and went, but overall not a horrible place to grow up. It’s where I met Teddy, you know him.”

He nodded his head, still listening to every detail of the story.

“After my mom got remarried, him and I decided we wanted to go to California. This was supposed to just be a pitstop, get our shit together, you know? But we had a falling out, and he went without me. Came back when his brother got cancer. Then after Casey died he came back to D.C, got me to enroll in school with him And uh, now I’m here. I go to Washington Uni, by the way. Major in Journalism.” she ended shyly.

“I’m sorry about your dad. And your grandma. That’s a story.”

She nodded her head. “Its okay. Better place, you know?” How about you?”

“Well, uh, I’m from Las Vegas. It’s been just me and my mom for a while. My childhood was a little weird, graduated high school when I was twelve, then I-”

“Hold the fuck up, twelve?” he nodded. “Holy shit. You’re one of those freakishly smart prodigy motherfuckers aren’t you?”

He laughed, “IQ of 187, not to brag.”

“Oh fuck you, you’re totally bragging.”

“You got into Washington, you did well in school too.”

“Yeah uh, despite the shitty childhood school wasn’t really ever an issue. My dad was a Senator, George Y/L/N, in New York. He had a lot of random contacts. When we moved to West Virginia I got to go to some snobby private school ‘cause his friend was a board member. Saint Matilda Preparatory School. Top of my class.” she smiled, “Not to brag.”

“You’re definitely bragging.” he teased.

Scoffing, she said, “I didn’t drop my IQ number, so you’re still the gloating one here.”

“I didn’t think you were a high school drop-out.” “Aw Spencer really?” she said sarcastically.

There waiter came and took their order, but neither of them really cared about the food. They stayed there talking for longer then the restaurant would’ve liked, telling each other their craziest dreams, wildest experiences, bad decisions, and nothing and everything. Before they knew it, the restaurant was kicking them out. They walked back to Spencer’s car, hysterically laughing at the disdained waiter who had to so awkwardly ask them to order something else or leave, Y/N clinging to his arm.

“Nobody’s ever done something like this for me before.” Y/N said as Spencer got into the drivers seat.

“What do you mean?” Spencer turned to face her.

“Picked me up, taken me to a pretty restaurant, paid, opened doors for me.” her eyes locked in his, “Listened to me talk for so long.”

“I could listen to you talk forever.” he grabbed her face and kissed her. The kiss was nothing like he’d expected. It wasn’t an aggressive make-out fired by lust, it was a kiss of passion and dear affection.

They began to drive in silence. Not uncomfortable Awkward silence, more like enjoying each other's company silence. That is until Y/N did something Spencer should’ve seen coming as this was the same girl he’d met at the gas station. Her hands were inching their way up his leg to his crotch, teasingly slow. She scanned his eyes for some note to stop, but it never came. She palmed him gently through his pants, watching him struggle to keep his eyes on the road, as he twitched under her touch. “Fuck.” he sighed out quietly, “Stop.”

“Take your shoes off, get in the backseat.” he turned off the main road, driving down a more secluded street until he found a tiny spot almost completely hidden by trees.

“Take your clothes off.” he still hadn’t made eye contact with her since telling her she was smart. She did as she was told, taking off her top and shorts as fast as she could. Spencer got out of the driver's seat and got into the back passenger seat, only the middle seat separating them. “Come here.” obeying, she did. In only a bra and underwear, she crawled into Spencer's fully clothed lap, as he grabbed her face and kissed her. Her barely let her move, wanting to be able to explore her mouth freely, She gasped for air, whispering a small “Oh fuck.”

He tightly gripped her jaw, toying with her bottom lip as he spoke, “You have such a dirty mouth.”

She smiled more poisonously then he’d ever seen, it was mischievous and seductive, and it made him crazy. “What’re you gonna do about it sir?”

Now it was him smiling as the small girl looked up at him with big eyes, “So many things.” He started to kiss her again, this time his hands going down to tease her clothed clit. She moaned into the kiss and rocked her hips down harder into his hand. “Please?” she moaned again.

He moved her panties to the side, sliding a finger through her wetness, “You need something don’t you?” She nodded her head.

“Well, use your words.”

“Touch me.” she got closer in his ear, “Please.”

“What’s with the niceties little girl? You don’t want to be touched, no, Good girls like to be touched. You, you are a desperate little slut, hm?” His fingers dipped into her with no warning, curling immediately, “You want to be destroyed.”

Her hips bucked almost instantly as she cried out, “Yes. I do.”

“Beg for it.”

“Sir,” she opened her eyes to lock with his, “Please.” Spencer continued to curl his fingers while still rubbing her clit, and her moans and breathes got sloppier and louder.

“Please!” she whined. “Please sir.” He couldn’t contain a small laugh, “No.”

“This is a bit pathetic even for you, no? You’re here naked in my lap begging for me to let you come.” She nodded her head. “Oh but I’m sure you’ve done worse haven’t you love?” She shook her head. As badly as he wanted to lecture her about lying, he could feel her tighten on his fingers. “Can..” she stuttered in between moans, “Can I? Please let me come?”

“Awe, good girl asking for permission.” he pulled his fingers out, “No.”

He slipped his fingers in her mouth and watched as she sucked them off. “Figures you’d be good at that.” he unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants and lied back so the door supported his back. “Come sit on it.”

Her eyes opened in delight as she crawled over and did as she was told. He watched in awe as she sunk herself down onto him, clenching as their thighs met. He let her think she had some control, eyes never leaving her as she bounced and moaned. “You’re such a good girl baby.” He could see her teetering right above the edge, and seeing as he was so close as well, he gave in. “Come for me.” and with that, she did. Practically screaming as he fucked up into her through her orgasm, pulling out and finishing himself.

He hugged her into his chest, whispering small praises and delivering soft kisses to her sweaty forehead. She made small circles with her nails on his arms, “I fucked a doctor!” She giggled.

Spencer broke out into laughter, “I fucked YOU.”

“We fucked each other.” They laid there for a moment, Y/N practically melting to the feeling of being in his arms. It was too comforting.

Eventually, Spencer began driving back to her apartment, loving every moment of her outlandish singing and dancing in his passenger seat until he parked to drop her off.

“You’re a very special girl.” Spencer said as she smiled.

She took a deep breath, “Spencer, I fucking like you. A lot. I can’t remember the last time I had a good time like this that I wasn’t fucking high or drunk or both.” she continued to ramble, “And I guess what I’m just trying to convey is-”

She was cut off by Spencer crashing his lips to hers. “I know what you mean.”

She smiled and gave him one last peck on the lips, “I hope I’ll see you soon Dr.”

“You will.”

As she walked back up the stairs to her apartment, Y/N only had one thought. How am I gonna manage to fuck this up?

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roqixeha · 3 years

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belphegor1982 · 5 years

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Got tagged by @kikabennet!

when did you last sing to yourself?

Yesterday, since I’ve currently been awake for an hour and a half. Might have been either “Bonnie Portmore” or “Here’s a Health (To The Company)”. I’ve been putting a lot of shanties and pirates/sailing-related films soundtracks on to draw to (and hopefully write to) lately. (EDIT: Ooops - yep, wrote that yesterday around 11AM, so make that this afternoon; I hummed while I drew along with the first 3 Pirates of the Caribbean soundtracks. It’s so darn hummable.)

if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?

Who was the Man in the Iron Mask!? (I know better than to ask personal/family truths :S Besides, I’m curious.)

(putting the rest under a cut...)

what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

Being able to speak (mostly) and read/write English fluently.

what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

When my mum was in the hospital with my newborn baby sister, my dad would take me see them, and before that we’d stop for ice cream and a ride on the merry-go-round. That’s what comes to mind when I read “first happy memory”.

if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

I’d go see my family and friends who live far away a lot more, and eat a lot more of my favourite things.

do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

I don’t, really ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

describe a person close to your life in detail

The Best Beloved is tallish (1,77m - that’s… 5′10?), with dark brown hair, green eyes, skin that tans easily even in winter, and glasses. …and that’s as much detail as I’m comfortable putting.

do you feel you had a happy childhood?

On the whole, yes. Could’ve done without the bullying at school and the undermining of self-confidence at home, though.

when did you last cry in front of another person?

Don’t remember, so it must be at least a fortnight.

pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them

My dad, who used to sail with a compass. I don’t think he knows much about constellations, but he’s always willing to share memories, even if sometimes he doesn’t remember he’s told them multiple times.

would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

Probably. I shouldn’t, though. Strangers being by definition strangers, you never know where that information is going and how it might be used (possibly against you).

when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

We both were tired and ended up going to bed around half past midnight, so no 3AM conversation, but my friend Sandrine last week.

if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

…I have no idea? I think I’d concentrate really hard on not dying :S

what is your opinion on brown eyes?

Why would it matter tho I have brown eyes and for the longest time I thought they were boring. It doesn’t help that brown hair and eyes are basically the default where I grew up/live. Then I grew up and moved on.

pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally

George Bernard Shaw’s “Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.” Life is complicated, all about balance between extremes and absolutes. Don’t trust people who tell you the world is grim and serious just because they are. And while getting the giggles at a funeral/wake is inappropriate, it doesn’t mean you’re heartless.

what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?

Wait, What

what would you do with one billion dollars?

I’d keep half a dozen millions for me (car and house debts), my family and my friends, and give the rest to social services, healthcare, and public services in general.

are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

Ehhh… It’s complicated. I tend to hold grudges when I can remember why, but I rarely do something about it. On the whole I’m pretty “live and let live”.

would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?

Neither, really. I’m too soft for punk, but pastel’s not really my thing either.

how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain

I’m too much of a wuss to even consider getting either, but they look great on other people. When I get a spot on my tongue I wonder how people with a tongue piercing manage to keep it, though. It’s very distracting.

do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?

As a rule, no, but if I work or if I’m invited somewhere I’ll throw on a bit of eyeliner and lipstick. (I should raid my makeup drawer, really, some of my lipstick cases are almost 20 years old and you should NOT do that.)

talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way

In high school I saw a psychologist (junior high was NOT a happy time and the bad stuff just overflowed at one point) and went to an outpatient clinic every Wednesday. They had lots of activities, like painting on silk, various art stuff, and a band, and I loved that band. I was one of the only ones who’d request songs to sing in English. The guitarist introduced me to the Beatles’ “Something”, which I didn’t know, and to this day when I hear this lovely song I think of that guy who had a great smile, a great sense of humour and a great moustache (think George Harrison on Let It Be) who helped me get better.

list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel

Not to brag, but back in my uni days I did go to a number of them - K’s Choice, Coldplay, King Khan And His Shrines, M, Tom McRae are among the ones I remember. And a couple months ago I went to a rock concert with three bands one after the other. I love live music, it feels amazing. It courses through my body, makes me grin like a maniac, and want to jump and flail around just to vent the excess energy. And all this without a single drop of beer! (can’t stand the stuff :P)

who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?

I’d love a letter from the national loto that says “here’s a giant check even though you haven’t scratched a ticket in years” :P More seriously, I LOVE receiving letters from my Internet friends.

do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?

I don’t really have a workspace. I have a desk, which has the desktop screen, keyboard, mouse/graphic tablet, and a whole lot of mess of papers, pens, boxes, and stuff. I can use either that desk or my laptop in my armchair.

what is your night time routine?

Finish watching the movie/tv show, look at Tumblr a bit (and/or stuff on the laptop, like TV Tropes), go to bed, read a bit on my Kindle, kiss the Best Beloved good night, switch off the lights, and try to sleep.

what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?

Anything about my intimate life, thanks.

if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?

I experimented a bit with henna back in the day, but generally I just have haircuts (I have too little hair to risk harming it). I’d like some reddish highlights one day, though.

pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

Eehhh... I’d rather stay at home and chill :P Okay, I’d take the Best Beloved and my friends Melody, Nico, Sandrine, and Aldric, and head to Marquèze. (wish their website had an English version, it’d be better.) It’s an ecomuseum about local life in the early 1800s/early 1900s, with preserved traditional houses and people showing skills like dyeing fabric, shepherding, making flour (there’s a watermill) and all sorts of cakes and bread and snacks, and an entire day isn’t too much to visit everything.

name three wishes and why you wish for them

I wish:

I had a decently-paying job from home,

my friend Sandrine’s mum were/will be all right (don’t ask),

we had the house extension built already

what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up

We didn’t have Halloween when I was growing up, it really only started to be a thing in earnest a decade or two ago. Although... One time when we lived in Bordeaux, the Best Beloved and I were invited to a housewarming party on Halloween, so people would wear costumes. I went as a witch, with a long black skirt, long-sleeve thing with black lace (-ish), long black and white wig, and of course black lipstick and lots of black around the eyes. The Best Beloved had made a cloak, a scythe of sorts with cardboard and foil, and had a scary death head mask on. We didn’t have a car and the friend lived in Saint-Médard (which is relevant), so we had to ask around the bus drivers for which bus went there.

So picture the two of us dressed as we were, mask and all, well after dark, asking around for the “S&M” bus. Yep :P (People stared at us during the ride, and unlike the Best Beloved, I didn’t have the luxury of a mask to hide my laughter...)

what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

The only time I got slightly tipsy I went a little pink and apparently talked a little louder than usual. I’ve never got drunk (too afraid of stomachache later) or high (it took my mum two heart attacks to quit smoking and I’m wondering if she hasn’t taken it up again, I can’t hold a cigarette, tobacco or otherwise).

what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

Hurt people, probably. If I wouldn’t do it for ten dollars I wouldn’t do it for a million - if you agree to one or the other the rest is just haggling over price.

if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?

I don’t think I have the right face shape for that - my face is too round, longer hair suits me better.

what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

I live 126 km (78 miles) from the nearest Starbucks, when I walk by one the queue is huge, and the prices are well beyond my range :> But I’d trust the Best Beloved. He’d still ask me, though.

what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

Being happy and/or stress-free. Also the oncoming Papa Bear Awards nominations in a week and the Eurovision Song Context coming up in May :D

Tagging @radarsteddybear, @rose-of-pollux, @truxi-twice, @myrling-art, @iorvethscommando, and @toooldforthisbutstill! :o)

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sjecblogarchive · 8 years

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HISTORY OF SAINT JAMES’: INTO THE MODERN ERA, 1888-1917

12/10/2015

BY SJECWARRENTON

HISTORY OF SAINT JAMES’: INTO THE MODERN ERA, 1888-1917

The minutes of Vestry meetings exist from 1843 to the present, with the exception of two periods: the Civil War years, 1861-1865, and a missing gap from 1954 – 1960. It goes without saying that Vestry minutes are an essential reference to the recorded history of the parish. Minutes written in ledgers by hand was the practice until the Rector, Paul Bowden, arranged to have handwritten records transcribed, typed, and bound in permanent hard-cover books that cover the years through 1991. Since then, minutes have been typed and filed in loose-leaf book form.

In the 1990s, the History Committee began a project of reviewing Vestry minutes, extracting information that would be useful in compiling a history of Saint James’ Church. It is a continuing process. An example of this work may be seen in the overview for the years 1888-1917, compiled by committee member Robert H. Bartenstein, late husband of much beloved parishioner, Frances Bartenstein. Extracts and comments from Bob’s work follow:

“Fauquier’s rich farm country was pretty well decimated by the end of the Civil War.” On a brighter note, “Church was taken very seriously by its members. In my own experience, a few decades later, the Sunday funnies were considered inappropriate for Sunday reading, and held until Monday. Tennis and other such games were frowned upon on the Sabbath.

“Warrenton was blessed at that time with two ministers with exceptional ability and statewide reputations, Mr. George Washington Nelson, the Episcopal Priest (1880-1903), and Mr. Walter A. Robertson, the Presbyterian Rector. Neither had an easy time of it financially – Mr. Nelson was rarely, if ever, paid up-to-date during his service. Money problems of the church were unending. Sally Marshall contributed $4 to the Rector’s salary and was formally thanked by the Vestry.

“Mr. Nelson wrote a diary in which the Vestry was described as strongly low church. Mr. Hilleary (long-time Vestryman) complained vigorously at having to wait until candles were extinguished before he could leave church. He of course wanted no candles, flowers and other such ‘popish’ frills. Mr. Nelson granted him permission to leave early, but observed that Mr. Hilleary never availed himself of that permission.

“An electric street light was placed in front of the church in 1901; generally no lights were on in those days…no air conditioners, no cars, etc. How long did it take to hook up the buggy and run to town? In 1905, a committee was formed to raise funds and purchase a horse and buggy for the Rector’s use in parish work. Three years later, the Rector asked the Vestry to take back the horse because he couldn’t afford to feed it.

“So what went on in those days?…. Two brides, Miss Payne and Miss Gaines asked that the chancel rail be removed for their wedding. This, the Vestry would not do. Mr. Payne and Mr. George Stone resigned from the Vestry. As it happened, unauthorized removal of the chancel rail caused a raucous and the Sexton was instructed not to deliver the church keys to anyone without the Rector’s consent.

“The advent of businessmen from the north to the Vestry began a noticeable improvement in the business methods and financial strength of St. James’. In general, a remarkable new day was dawning. Mr. Harry Groome (of Airlie) and company were bringing St. James’ and Warrenton into modern times – at a gallop. The church actually began to talk of outreach programs!”

Bob’s documenting of that era, in fuller detail, is available in church archives.

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The murder and eviction of whites in Zimbabwe has been commented on in the news but in Zimbabwe's southern neighbor, south Africa, whites are being slaughtered at an even higher rate. South Africa has three times the population of Zimbabwe, and 13 times the White population: almost 6 million Whites live there. As with Zimbabwe, the media silence about the murder of Whites there is almost total; and in South Africa's case, even human rights groups are largely silent, perhaps because the Black takeover there was so recent and so many "liberals" have an emotional investment in the ANC/Communist regime they helped to power. In 1994, after decades of propaganda in the media and sentimental whimpering from the churches, South African Whites were finally persuaded to hand power over to Black Communists, who installed an ANC ("African National Congress")/Communist government that, for some strange reason, failed to follow Marxist ideology when it came to expropriating the business interests of the Oppenheimer family, who dominate South Africa's economy. They did succeed, however, in making South Africa into a multiracial sewer with one of the highest violent crime, murder, rape, and AIDS infection rates in the world. The media made a saint of Nelson Mandela, a convicted terrorist who had been imprisoned by the White government there, and when the Whites capitulated he was made President. After the media's announcement that their long campaign of sanctions, boycotts, and intimidation had finally succeeded in bringing "equality" and "democracy" to what had previously been one of the few outposts of White civilization on the African continent, the media coverage of that country almost ceased, and one seldom hears about South Africa today in the mass media. The reason is that South Africa is rapidly descending into crime, disease, filth, and savagery. Since the Black takeover in 1994, 1,368 White farmers have been murdered in farm invasions and attacks that number in the multiple thousands. More than half of the White farmers have given up and left their farms permanently, contributing to the region's looming famine. And yet this is not an issue in the Jewish media. South African farmers now suffer the highest murder rate in the world -- 274 per 100,000. In a study commissioned by a leading South African bank, Nedbank, it was revealed that the Black attackers are "'deliberately targeting specific homesteads to kill the [White] Afrikaner victims': robbery was not the prime motivation, in fact in 85% of last year's farm attacks, nothing had been 'robbed.'" In other words, killing the White man, raping and killing the White woman, raping and killing the White child are the real motivations. And yet this is not an issue in the American media. Let me give you a few examples: On June 15th of this year, sugar farmer Robert Dent and his wife Allison, both 59, were killed in front of their twelve-year-old son Nicholas Dent. A Black invader entered the Dent home between two and three AM that Saturday morning, armed with a military-style rifle. He bludgeoned the unarmed couple, who were surprised in their sleep, and then, in the presence of their son, shot them to death at point-blank range in the farmhouse bathroom. The terrified Nicholas was then forced to drive the killer in his parents' car about three miles away, where both killer and child escaped. I have the figures in front of me for just this month, September 2002, and though the month isn't over, nine farmers have been killed, including four children and an elderly farm couple, George and Albertina Lewis, whose dog was also killed. The police report on the Lewis's murder says "no motive." In August, a farmer's wife was attacked in a firebombing, and Johan Viljoen, a Zevenfontein cheese farmer, was torched to death along with one of his workers. Christo Olivier and Jan Kempdorp of Vryburg were tortured to death and then buried in a shallow grave. The two Blacks who were arrested for this crime were granted bail. On the 7th, the headless torso of what police reports call an "ethnic-European male" was found on Mpumalanga farm. And Johannes Maree, 62, of Randfontein, was found bludgeoned to death on August 1st. In June and July, Johan Steyn, 65, was shot dead in the Cullinan area; smallholder Roy Murley was tortured to death; Johannes Lake and Johnny Scheepers were shot to death; dairy farmer George Siemens, 62, was killed; and Cheryl van Houten, 51, was hacked to death. In April and May, Ben Vorster, 67, was murdered by an armed Black gang; Andre Pienaar, 56, was shot dead; Mona Sawyer, 78, served food to a Black caller at her home in Magaliesberg and was then stabbed to death; Rita Mans, a 31-year-old farmer's wife was shot to death in Ottosdal; 70-year-old Iris du Preez was murdered on her small farm; Dickson Pillay, 36, and his brother Sandy Pillay of Glendale Farm homestead were burned to death when Blacks torched their farm. In the first three months of this year, more than 30 farm murders occurred, including the killing of classical musician Felicity Gale, 58, of Port Jackson -- her husband, Rodney, 67, survived the attack; Marius and Lillian Delport, 50 and 54, of a smallholding near De Deur were shot and nothing was stolen; Rudi Schmidt, 51, of a farm near Pontdrift was stabbed to death; 21-year-old Catherine Watkins of Potchefstroom was found with her windpipe torn out; Estelle Burger, 27, a farmers wife, was kidnapped and then shot; John de Lange, 66, a smallholder in Mount Pleasant was shot to death, his wife, Evelin de Lange, 60, was raped and garroted; and Arthur Smith, 63, and his wife Isobel, were found with their throats slit and their bodies severely beaten on their farm in Sundra. I'm just giving you the highlights here, by the way, and just from the last few months. The grisly details and the horrifying numbers can be found in the reports of Crimebusters South Africa and the excellent data assembled by Adriana Stuijt and her "Journalism During Apartheid" site. These farm massacres are occurring at a reported rate of about one every other day. The horror on these White farms has been steadily climbing since 1994. And yet this is not an issue in the Jewish media. Unlike Zimbabwe, the government in South Africa does not have an officially-announced policy of supporting these farm invasions and massacres. But they do have a policy of looking the other way and doing next to nothing about it, a policy which encourages Black violence against Whites. Their attitude is perhaps best expressed by Peter Mokaba, until recently South Africa's Deputy Minister of Environmental Affairs and Tourism, who whined recently that "The high crime rate is seriously affecting tourism and an alternative image of South Africa needed to be promoted. We want to encourage people to come here and see that crime does not dominate." Really? What Mr. Mokaba did not tell you was that he himself is famous for the slogans he invented and uttered again and again when he was a leader in the ANC/Communist war against the White government of South Africa: "Kill the Boer! Kill the farmer!" and "One settler, one bullet." Kill the Boer, kill the farmer. And it is to such a government that White farmers must appeal for protection. Even that government admits that, under Black rule, crime and murder are out of control. The South African Police Service report entitled Attacks on Farms and Smallholdings 1/99 stated: "Violence seems to have become an endemic feature of South African life. According to the comparative crime statistics for 1996 released by Interpol, the country tops the list internationally as far as the incidence of murder and rape is concerned. the fact that attacks on the residents of farms and smallholdings are escalating at a rate out of proportion to the general increase in crime figures observed in South Africa is indeed cause for serious concern." Such, I suppose, are the wonderful benefits of "multiracial democracy." The murders I've been describing here are just the farm murders. The murder rate in the cities is even higher, for Johannesburg alone it is 500 per month. Many of the victims are White, and the attackers Black and racially motivated, a fact that is never mentioned in the US media. And South Africa is also the rape capital of the world. A woman is reported raped every 23 seconds in South Africa. A small child is reported raped every thirty minutes. And remember, these are the reported and admitted rapes. This dismal record is partly due to the Congoids' innate savagery when released from the control of civilized men, and partly due to the Black folk belief that raping a virgin will cure AIDS, which is rampant in that country. [Jackie Loffell, Johannesburg Child Welfare Society, 13th International Congress on Child Abuse and Neglect in Durban.] On May 24, 2000, the beaten, battered and nearly frozen body of a young Polish woman was found, clad only in a soaked t-shirt, along the road to South Africa's Sterkfontein Dam. Her body was so cold it was actually blue. Her hair was wet and she was covered with bruises, open wounds, deep scratches, and mud. She was curled in a fetal position. She was still alive. To students of rape in South Africa she was another digit in the statistics. To Americans and Europeans who get their news from the major media, she didn't even exist. She was a 27-year-old newlywed on her honeymoon, a honeymoon that ended when three Blacks murdered her husband in front of her eyes and then brutally raped her, beat her, attempted to kill her and left her for dead. The bruise marks around her neck indicated that her rapists had tried to strangle her. At the treatment center she was immediately given AZT by Polish Consulate authorities (treatment refused her by the South African government) in the hope that it would prevent the transfer of HIV, since two of her three attackers tested positive for the virus. She testified that after her attackers murdered her husband, they forced her in the trunk of their car, and went to a secluded spot where each of the Blacks raped her in turn. They then attempted to drown her by stamping their feet on her head in an attempt to keep her head underwater. The woman has returned to her native Poland and refuses to set foot in South Africa again, even to testify. As reported by investigator Jack Galt, on November 17th of the same year, a 14-year-old White girl was cruelly raped by a gang of five blacks in her home in Pretoria. According to her counselors, she has been traumatized for the rest of her life. Spokesmen for the White Afrikaner community, who you will not hear on CBS, NBC, or Fox News, state that this attack was a deliberate attempt to terrorize Whites. Five heavily-armed Blacks invaded the home, and proceeded to tie up the girl's mother, father, six-year-old sister and ten-year-old brother with barbed wire in the living room. They then grabbed the 14-year-old girl and took her to the bathroom, where they brutally gang-raped her, each of the five Blacks in turn, with the family listening nearby, helpless. Then the Blacks returned to the living room where they beat and kicked the White father in the face while he was still tied up, ransacked the home, and fled in the family's car. South African mother Ame Brown of Elliot in the Eastern Cape recently stated: "On the 8th of October, 1998 my two children and I were overpowered by four Black men. We were robbed of everything, and before leaving the men took turns raping me in front of my two boys aged 8 and 12. They forced my boys to watch. I have since then been tested for HIV of which my tests at five months showed positive. It has not been easy coping with being raped and having HIV. But I have a fantastic husband who has stood by me through all my depression and down days and all my sleepless nights. He has been my backbone and tower of strength." The rape situation is so bad in South Africa -- the worst in the world -- that British and American doctors are now advising female travelers to carry anti-AIDS drugs in their bags because of the high risk of infection from HIV-carrying rapists there. The British security magazine Intersec reports "The high number of reported rapes in the country is already a deterrent for prospective visitors -- and the South African government's decision not to provide AZT to victims of rape means they are unlikely to get the drugs at local clinics." Dr. Andrew Jamieson, medical director of the British Airways Travel Clinic, said "the academic travel medicine community had discussed the issue for a number of years." "About six months ago, it was decided that this would be a reasonable thing to do ... it's all about risk management. There is a real risk for travelers to this country and other countries in Africa. We do have a high HIV rate and a high incidence of rape so we cannot pretend it is not there," he said. Predictably, the South African government, which fails to protect White women from rapists, is furious at the doctors, fearing a further loss of tourism dollars. White ingenuity and inventiveness have come up with an experimental deterrent to the Black rapist problem, however. Seventy-two-year-old Jaap Haumann, a retired anesthetist in the Free State, South Africa, has invented what he calls a "mutilator tampon" designed to lop off the end of a rapist's penis. Haumann says he designed the device after talking to rape victims, and he thinks that at least a million South African women will flock to buy it. "It became clear to me that rape has a devastating impact on the lives of women, physically and especially mentally. We all know that South Africa has the highest rape statistics in the world. With this device I believe would-be rapists would think twice before attacking any woman in this country." Unfortunately, Dr. Haumann's invention would not solve the problem of HIV transmission. Cape Town, South Africa has become the world capital of what is called the "sex tourism" trade. Press reports have described it as the "sleaze capital of the world," and these days that's really saying something. Perverts from all over the world go there (bringing "needed tourist dollars" to be sure) to have sex with children, many of them White sex slaves, but others imported from brothels as far away as Thailand. "Sex with children," of course, is just a euphemism for rape of the innocent. "Child Sex Tours" are even sponsored by some "entrepreneurs" while the government looks the other way. In the bad old days of White rule and apartheid, such things weren't tolerated. But in the new "rainbow" South Africa, where can the innocent victims look for protection? The mayor of Cape Town, a Black named William Bantom, was recently discovered to be enjoying his huge personal collection of child pornography in his office while on the job. And he wasn't ousted as mayor. Perhaps the Church will help them? Bantom is also a noted clergyman, known for his liberal views on "human rights," "democracy," and "equality." A listener in New York has written this week to ask what he and others can do to help the embattled Whites of Southern Africa. He rightly points out that even though our first priority is to build the National Alliance into a powerhouse to secure the future of our people, these White farmers need help now in their local communities, in their own countries. I can't tell you how you should help, but I can put you in touch with those who are on the front lines in those countries, and they can tell you more. Two of the best sources of news about Zimbabwe and South Africa on the Internet are Southern Cross Africa News, http://www.scafrica.com; and also the South African Exiles Site, http://www.netcomuk.co.uk/~springbk. If you weren't able to copy the URL's as you listened to the radio, don't worry; they'll be present in the text version of this broadcast at our natvan.com and natall.com Web sites, and all subscribers to our monthly Free Speech newsletter will get them, too. There's also a publication from South Africa entitled The Boer, which is charting a path for eventual self-determination and national freedom for Whites in a White state. The publishers also operate a White history museum in South Africa, the Balmoral Genocide Museum, to preserve for future generations the true history of that land which the present Black government is trying to erase from our memories. They may be reached via the Southern Cross Africa site just mentioned, or you may write to them at their postal address of: Balmoral Museum. PO Box 30 Balmoral 1037 South Africa Email This Article MainPage http://www.rense.com

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Gas Station Girl - Spencer Reid x Reader - CH 3

Spencer Reid’s first impression of the Reader is mixed. She’s “audacious, promiscuous, clever, and troubled.” and there is so many things Spencer would like to do about it.

CHAPTER ONE HERE

CHAPTER TWO HERE

A/N2: This chapter is the most wholesome one in the whole series! Other then the kinky smut LMAO. No for real though, this is as fluffy as it gets. Next chapter gets um… well you’ll see!

TW: Language, Age gap, use of ‘Little Girl’ as pet name, explicit sexual content (light degradation & unprotected sex), mentions of death, smoking weed, mentions of violence

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“Morning.” Kena said, licking the joint to seal its precious contents. “What the fuck happened to you last night?” making a face of amusement.

The friends bursted out in laughter in unison.

“Got my ass beat.” Y/N started telling the story as Kena lit the j. “Remember ‘Record Shop’ Dude’?”

“Do I remember? You guys fucked for like a week straight. Thought you guys were gonna get married.”

“Well,” she couldn’t contain her laughter anymore, “Apparently he has a girlfriend. They’ve been together for three years.”

Kena passed her the joint laughing, “Apparently.” she watched as her friend inhaled the smoke, “I’ll never understand why you don’t fight back every time. I’ve seen your left hook, it’s deathly. It’s like you like getting your ass kicked.”

Y/N finished the joint, putting it out. “Yeah, I get off. Masochist, remember?” she said in a serious tone. Kena understood the satire of her response.

The line went silent and they awaited the confused stutter of some telemarketing con artist. And a confused stutter came.

“Y/N? It’s Spencer.” he paused, “Spencer Reid?” he paused again. Perhaps she’d forgotten him. “Dr. Spencer Reid?”

“I know who you are.”

Kena looked at her friend in confusion, but she was busy replaying the events of the previous night. Spencer had called Teddy, from the parking lot of a shady…her memory stalled, liquor store.

“Holy fuck I’m such a piece of garbage.” was the only thing her subconscious could render.

“I am so fucking sorry. Holy shit. Thank you for last night, dear fuck. I’m sorry about that. And for screaming at you! I didn’t have your number saved.”

Spencer lightly sighed. She remembered. “It’s okay. How are you feeling?”

“Uh, great.” she stammered, “I’ve woken up a lot worse.”

Kena opened her eyes in delight, mouthing “Yes!”

Y/N couldn’t contain her smile, “I’d like that Dr. Reid. Pick me up at three?”

“Sure little girl. See you soon.” Spencer hung up and Y/N melted.

Kena screamed, “You’ve been fucking a doctor?!”

“No.” she smiled a devilish grin, “But I’m about to.” she sang, practically skipping with joy back to her room.

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“Hi.” she said, eyes wide and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was blushing. Y/N didn’t seem like the kind of girl to blush.

“Hey. You look nice.” he started to pull out of the parking space.

“You don’t have to say that you know. I don’t look nice. I never look nice.” she sighed, “Truthfully I hate the idea of looking nice.”

Spencer was amused with her little ramble, “Why?”

“‘Cause nice is what you look like when you’re going to church. Or brunch. And I don’t do either of those.” she said plainly.

“What’s wrong with brunch?” he questioned smiling.

“What are you contemplating on telling me?”

Her mouth gaped playfully. “Fucking cut the profiling! Three minutes in and you’re already doing your weird government shit.” she remarked, teasingly defensively.

Spencer laughed, “Weird government shit? Really?”

“Yeah.” she pursed her lips, “I said what I said.”

“It’s psychology, not weird government shit. It’s analyzing body language, and speech patterns and-”

“I get it. You’re fucking smart.” They pulled out to a red light.

“You’re smart too.”

“Thanks Doctor.” she smiled, it did make her happy to hear that. “So where are you taking me?”

“Hey Spencer?”

“Yes?” he said approaching the hostess, “Table for two, Spencer.” His attention shifted back down at her. “This is the prettiest place a boy has ever taken me.”

He smiled, “Yeah? You like it?” The hostess led them to their table and they sat. “A lot.” she giggled and Spencer swore his heart would explode. The sound was just too adorable.

“So Y/N, where are you from?”

She was a little surprised at the question, almost like nobody had ever asked. Had she ever been on a date? Like a proper sit down date?

“New York City, originally. But I uh, moved around a lot as a kid.”

“Tell me about that.”

“You really wanna know?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he questioned.

He nodded his head, still listening to every detail of the story.

“I’m sorry about your dad. And your grandma. That’s a story.”

She nodded her head. “Its okay. Better place, you know?” How about you?”

“Well, uh, I’m from Las Vegas. It’s been just me and my mom for a while. My childhood was a little weird, graduated high school when I was twelve, then I-”

“Hold the fuck up, twelve?” he nodded. “Holy shit. You’re one of those freakishly smart prodigy motherfuckers aren’t you?”

He laughed, “IQ of 187, not to brag.”

“Oh fuck you, you’re totally bragging.”

“You got into Washington, you did well in school too.”

“You’re definitely bragging.” he teased.

Scoffing, she said, “I didn’t drop my IQ number, so you’re still the gloating one here.”

“I didn’t think you were a high school drop-out.” “Aw Spencer really?” she said sarcastically.

“Nobody’s ever done something like this for me before.” Y/N said as Spencer got into the drivers seat.

“What do you mean?” Spencer turned to face her.

“Picked me up, taken me to a pretty restaurant, paid, opened doors for me.” her eyes locked in his, “Listened to me talk for so long.”

They began to drive in silence. Not uncomfortable Awkward silence, more like enjoying each other’s company silence. That is until Y/N did something Spencer should’ve seen coming as this was the same girl he’d met at the gas station. Her hands were inching their way up his leg to his crotch, teasingly slow. She scanned his eyes for some note to stop, but it never came. She palmed him gently through his pants, watching him struggle to keep his eyes on the road, as he twitched under her touch. “Fuck.” he sighed out quietly, “Stop.”

“Take your shoes off, get in the backseat.” he turned off the main road, driving down a more secluded street until he found a tiny spot almost completely hidden by trees.

“Take your clothes off.” he still hadn’t made eye contact with her since telling her she was smart. She did as she was told, taking off her top and shorts as fast as she could. Spencer got out of the driver’s seat and got into the back passenger seat, only the middle seat separating them. “Come here.” obeying, she did. In only a bra and underwear, she crawled into Spencer’s fully clothed lap, as he grabbed her face and kissed her. Her barely let her move, wanting to be able to explore her mouth freely, She gasped for air, whispering a small “Oh fuck.”

He tightly gripped her jaw, toying with her bottom lip as he spoke, “You have such a dirty mouth.”

She smiled more poisonously then he’d ever seen, it was mischievous and seductive, and it made him crazy. “What’re you gonna do about it sir?”

He moved her panties to the side, sliding a finger through her wetness, “You need something don’t you?” She nodded her head.

“Well, use your words.”

“Touch me.” she got closer in his ear, “Please.”

Her hips bucked almost instantly as she cried out, “Yes. I do.”

“Beg for it.”

“Sir,” she opened her eyes to lock with his, “Please.” Spencer continued to curl his fingers while still rubbing her clit, and her moans and breathes got sloppier and louder.

“Please!” she whined. “Please sir.” He couldn’t contain a small laugh, “No.”

“Awe, good girl asking for permission.” he pulled his fingers out, “No.”

He hugged her into his chest, whispering small praises and delivering soft kisses to her sweaty forehead. She made small circles with her nails on his arms, “I fucked a doctor!” She giggled.

Spencer broke out into laughter, “I fucked YOU.”

“We fucked each other.” They laid there for a moment, Y/N practically melting to the feeling of being in his arms. It was too comforting.

Eventually, Spencer began driving back to her apartment, loving every moment of her outlandish singing and dancing in his passenger seat until he parked to drop her off.

“You’re a very special girl.” Spencer said as she smiled.

She was cut off by Spencer crashing his lips to hers. “I know what you mean.”

She smiled and gave him one last peck on the lips, “I hope I’ll see you soon Dr.”

“You will.”

As she walked back up the stairs to her apartment, Y/N only had one thought. How am I gonna manage to fuck this up?

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George Floyd death: Minnesota governor decries violent protests

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Media captionThe mayor of Minneapolis said of the unrest: “This needs to stop”

Violent protests over the death of an unarmed African-American man in the hands of police officers in Minnesota “are no longer in any way” about his killing, the state’s governor has said.

Tim Walz spoke after a night of unrest in several US cities over the death of George Floyd in Minneapolis.

He said that as a result he was taking the unprecedented step of mobilising the state’s entire National Guard.

There are also reports that military police units could deploy.

An ex-Minneapolis policeman has been charged with murder over the death of Mr Floyd, 46, in police custody on Monday.

Derek Chauvin, 44 and white, was shown in footage kneeling on Mr Floyd’s neck for several minutes, even after he said he couldn’t breathe. He and three other officers have since been sacked.

The video went viral online, reigniting US anger over police killings of black Americans, and reopening deep wounds over racial inequality across the nation.

On Friday night protesters clashed with police in cities including New York, Atlanta and Portland. In Washington DC, the White House was briefly locked down.

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Image caption Demonstrations have continued since Mr Floyd’s death in Minneapolis police custody on Monday

In Houston, where George Floyd grew up, a 19-year-old protester told the Associated Press: “My question is how many more, how many more? I just want to live in a future where we all live in harmony and we’re not oppressed.”

In Minnesota, “our great cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul are under assault,” Governor Walz said. “The situation in in Minneapolis is now about attacking civil society, instilling fear and disrupting our great city.”

He said violence on Friday night had made “a mockery of pretending this is about George Floyd’s death, or inequities or historical traumas to our communities of colour”.

He and other officials have suggested that many violent protesters came from outside the state to cause trouble, but did not give details.

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Image caption People helped to clean up the rubble of burned and looted buildings in Minneapolis on Saturday

On Saturday, President Donald Trump said Mr Floyd’s death had “filled Americans with horror, anger and grief”.

“I stand before you as a friend and ally to every American seeking peace,” he said in a televised address from Cape Canaveral in Florida, following the launch into orbit of two Nasa astronauts by billionaire Elon Musk’s SpaceX company.

The president denounced the actions of “looters and anarchists”, saying that what was needed was “healing not hatred, justice not chaos”.

“I will not allow angry mobs to dominate – won’t happen,” he added.

Mr Trump earlier praised the US Secret Service for securing the White House but said if protesters breached the perimeter they “would have been greeted with the most vicious dogs, and most ominous weapons, I have ever seen”. He blamed violence on “organised groups”.

What’s the latest on the protests?

Minnesota remains the most volatile region, with curfews ordered for the Twin Cities of Minneapolis-Saint Paul from 20:00 to 06:00 on Friday and Saturday evening.

Protesters defied the curfew on Friday. Fires, many from burning cars, were visible in a number of areas and television pictures showed widespread looting.

Hundreds of troops from the National Guard, a reserve military force that can be called on by the US president or state governors to intervene in domestic emergencies, moved in late at night.

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Image caption A burnt vehicle is seen in the aftermath of protests in Minneapolis

Minnesota officials said tens of thousands of people turned out on Friday and they are expecting more unrest on Saturday night.

As a result, Gov Walz said he was activating all National Guard troops available in the state – reportedly up to 13,000 – for the first time in history to respond to rioters. The Pentagon said some US military units were on alert to support Minnesota if asked.

There are long-standing tensions between the black community and police in Minneapolis. Another black man, Philando Castile, was shot and killed in 2016 during a traffic stop close to the epicentre of these protests in a case that gained international attention.

African-Americans also suffer significant socio-economic inequalities, entrenched segregation and a higher level of unemployment than the white community.

In Atlanta, Georgia, where buildings were vandalised, a state of emergency was declared for some areas to protect people and property.

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Mayor Keisha Lance Bottoms issued an impassioned plea, saying: “This is not a protest. This is not in the spirit of Martin Luther King Jr. You are disgracing our city. You are disgracing the life of George Floyd.”

In New York’s Brooklyn district, protesters clashed with police, throwing projectiles, starting fires and destroying police vehicles. A number of officers were injured and many arrests made.

The mayor of Portland, Oregon, has declared a state of emergency amid looting, fires and an attack on a police precinct. An immediate curfew until 06:00 local time (13:00 GMT) was imposed and it will restart at 20:00.

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How did the situation get here?

On Monday night, police received a phone call from a neighbourhood grocery store alleging that George Floyd had paid with a counterfeit $20 note.

Officers responded and were attempting to put him in a police vehicle when he dropped to the ground, telling them he was claustrophobic.

According to police, he physically resisted officers and was handcuffed. Video of the incident does not show how the confrontation started.

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With Mr Chauvin’s knee on his neck, Mr Floyd can be heard saying “please, I can’t breathe” and “don’t kill me”.

According to a preliminary autopsy by the county medical examiner, the police officer had his knee on Mr Floyd’s neck for eight minutes and 46 seconds – almost three minutes of which was after Mr Floyd became non-responsive.

Nearly two minutes before Mr Chauvin removed his knee the other officers checked Mr Floyd’s right wrist for a pulse and were unable to find one. He was taken to hospital and pronounced dead around an hour later.

The preliminary autopsy, included in the criminal complaint against Mr Chauvin, did not find evidence of “traumatic asphyxia or strangulation”.

The medical examiner noted Mr Floyd had underlying heart conditions and the combination of these, “potential intoxicants in his system” and being restrained by the officers “likely contributed to his death”.

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Mr Chauvin was charged on Friday with third-degree murder and second-degree manslaughter over his role in Mr Floyd’s death.

Mr Floyd’s family and their lawyer, Benjamin Crump, said that this was “welcome but overdue”.

The family said they wanted a more serious, first-degree murder charge as well as the arrest of the three other officers involved.

Hennepin County Prosecutor Mike Freeman said he “anticipates charges” for the other officers but would not offer more details.

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Going Out in Munich: Ratskeller

Visiting different bars and restaurants for my readers I was this week at Ratskeller. One of the places that possess something more on its own. When I started my beer tour around Munich many years ago, I was aware that I could bump out on a lot of locations. Some of them perhaps have been amazing, some were odd but unique. The location of this magnificent restaurant is one of a kind though. Direct under the new city Hall. You can expect to find a restaurant in some large building with a couple of stories in it. But I know you couldn’t imagine one in a basement. That’s where this bar actually is, but it will be more clear to you by continuing reading this.

Around the world are some Ratskeller

Germany Ratskeller is a name in German-speaking countries for every facility that provides hospitality services. It is usually located in the basement of a city hall or nearby. Many taverns, nightclubs, bars and similar establishments throughout the world use this terminology. The word had been used in English since the mid-19th century. With at least one New York restaurant calling itself a ‘rathskeller’ in the 19th century, this term became standard in use. One Ratskeller was one of the oldest wine cellars in Germany and it was a center of the wine trade. It was the Ratskeller in Bremen. But another one was popular in northern Germany. There are other Ratskeller for instance in Lubeck. This one was one of the oldest ones in this part of the country with parts dating to the Romanesque era. The earliest documented use for wine storage dates to the year 1220. North America When it’s about America, their establishments tend to spell the word ‘Rathskeller’ to avoid similarity with the word rat. One facility that has served Bavarian fare since 1894 was the former ‘Das Deutsche Haus’, Ratskeller restaurant in Indianapolis. Nowadays, this place is known as the ‘Athenaeum’. Through the years of hard work and dedication, this place received historical landmark status. Ratskeller in Boston has even more significance though. It was a famous rock and roll club from 1974 to 1997. So, it was an active place for rock bands for two full decades. Here are performing some bands that are very popular today in the world of music. Bands like Metallica, The Police, The Pixies and The Cars were among the ones who performed here before they met glory. This place provided them a springboard for their future careers and achievements. Nevertheless, The Minnesota State Capitol contains a rathskeller. This recently renovated and restored in 2017. But this place is complete since 1905. For the openiung, the Ratskeller contained 29 painted mottoes in German. Also, it was home to a full-service restaurant. This is worth of admiration from my side. Currently, the Ratskeller is home to a café serving legislators and the public. How this bar had an influence on entire hospitality services in America telling us one great fact. Many universities and public institutions have pubs and student centers located in re-purposed basements. To market these non-traditional eating locations to students and patrons, many of these are termed Ratskeller or some variation thereupon. Some of them are Boston College, California Institute of Technology, Colorado State University and many others.

New Town Hall (Rathaus)

When we speak about the Ratskeller, it is hard not to mention a Rathaus. The New Town Hall is a town hall at the northern part of Marienplatz in Munich. It hosts the city government including the city council, offices of the mayors and a small portion part of the administration. In the year of 1874, the municipality had left the Old Town Hall for its new domicile. Rathaus in Munich is pretty big if I may say. This complex of brick and shell limestone has 6 courtyards built on the area of nearly 9200 square meters. Of this whole space, the building covers 7115 square meters. Luxury from the 19th century What is noticeable is that almost 100 meters long main facade. This richly decorated side leads to Marienplatz. It shows Guelph Duke, Henry the Lion and almost the entire line of the ‘House of Wittelsbach’ rule in Bavaria. Also, it is the most extensive Princely cycle at a German Town Hall. The other catchy thing here is a statue of the Prince Regent Luitpold. It applies to a central monument in the middle of the main facade between the two building sections on the Marienplatz. There are more interesting things to see on the main facade of the Marienplatz and on that of the Weinstrasse. You can find a Munich’s founders, Neo-gothic water fountains in the form of grimaces so as allegorical images too. Themes from the life of saints and folk legends are also available. Numerous glass windows with local, national and religious motifs adorn the building. During the final phase of World War II, most of the windows were destroyed, unfortunately. But the light at the end of a tunnel is always present. I mean that because most of the objects could be restored to their original form with the help of donations. Town Hall and its breathtaking view As I already mentioned, the New Town Hall is the home of the Mayor and the city council which has its conference room here. The council factions and small parts of the city administration are accommodated too. The library hall was built to accommodate the Council’s legal library and is still a publicly available library. It is under the administration of the Munich City Library. Something that is really worth mentioning is that this town hall had been a part of sportsmen's and athlete's success. They were often honored for their sports achievements as the manifestation of giving medals was held here. It is a special honor to look down upon the observers from the balcony of the Mayor’s office which is located in the ‘Rathausturm’ below the clock. I know how this experience can be a huge privilege to every athlete and people from the world of sport. Just imagine that view from the balcony, like in some fairy tale right? Also, the Rathausturm you can use the lift and visit the gallery with an woanderful view to Marienplatz. On a clear day, you can see the Alps, the church of Old Peter, the Marienplatz, the Holy Spirit Church and the Old Town Hall from there. How astonishing is that? In the north you see, the Theatinerkirche and Olympiaturm. In the west, you can see the Frauenkirche and St. Paul’s Church. Above all the details there is the Glockenspiel, or the clock. The idea of integrating a clock chime into the tower of the Town Hall goes back to Georg von Hauberrisser. The costs were substantial and the 43 bells cost 154000 gold-marks alone. Karl Rosipal, an antique dealer, donated in 1904 32.000 marks for the furniture. Rathskeller's service and food I feel free to tell you what I have experienced here and what are my own impressions about this place. Ratskeller is a great place to eat when you find yourself in Munich’s old town. From all the restaurants in Munich, this one like it has its own soul. In the basement of the city hall, this restaurant is traditional in German cuisine and very nicely maintained. I have come a couple of times. The first time I had a full meal but for my standards. As I am a vegetarian just imagine what full meal of mine looks like. Ratskeller is also a big size. The first time I was in a more formal part of the dining room with vaulted ceilings which felt mid-evil in nature. The meal was delicious and the service was topnotch. My second visit this past September was during the season when Italian prunes are in season. It lends itself to a cake that I like to eat often. I was fortunate finding it here. It made different than the recipe I'm mused to. I had to get over that for a while. Our server reminded me so much of one of my friends and she was really kind and motherly when tending to me. I enjoyed that pretty much I must admit because I like kind persons with visible warmth in their hearts. Prices are a bit steep though. Ones, I came in on a Sunday evening without a reservation but they were able to accommodate me easily. All in all, I spent really nice time on every visit so I hope that I can find myself here once again, this time with my husband!

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(REVIEW) Tinkering with the Code of Reality: An Attempt at Exhausting a Place in GTA Online, Michael Crowe (Studio Operative)

Text by Denise Bonetti

>Between the 18th and the 20th October 1974, Oulipo BAE Georges Perec - a Pisces - sits in a Parisian cafe on Place Saint-Sulpice, meticulously recording in his notebook every detail of the busy life of the square. His eyes are alert to 'what happens when nothing happens'. The more inconsequential the particulars he manages to pick up on, examine, or classify, the more excited he seems to become:

'Means of locomotion: walking, two-wheeled vehicles (with and without motor), automobiles (private cars, company cars, rented cars, driving school cars), commercial vehicles, public services, public transport, tourist buses.'

>The conceptual/obsessive experiment in cataloguing is a response to a writing prompt of his own devising, published about a month before in a collection of essays on public and private spaces (the adorably-named Species of Spaces and Other Pieces). Perec's practical exercise calls for the reader/writer to carefully observe the street around them and note *everything* down: one must set about it slowly, 'almost stupidly'; forcing oneself to see the space 'more flatly'. 'If nothing strikes you', says Perec, then 'you don't know how to see'. As it turns out, Perec himself is really good at seeing: after 3 days on Place Saint-Sulpice, his notes are over 50 pages long - mainly one-line annotations about buses, passersby, pigeons, gestures, more buses. He calls it An Attempt at Exhausting a Place in Paris.

>Perec made of this modality (a dry and neutral encyclopedic gaze at the unnoticed) a manifesto. In both writing and living, he called for a shift of attention from the exceptional to the ordinary, for an abandonment of the charmingly exotic in favour of the invisibly unexceptional - according to a philosophy he labels 'anthropology of the endotic'. In the essay 'Approaches to What?', in a somewhat self-referential aphorism, he remarks that 'railway trains only begin to exist when they are derailed, and the more passengers are killed, the more the trains exist.' That the ordinary, in other words, only lives in our attention as soon as it stops being ordinary.

>If this statement is true as it sounds, then, the virtual world of Grand Theft Auto Online must without a doubt be more real than the one we live in. The game's universe is expansive and hyperrealistic to the extent that navigating its space is an experience of an undecidable quality; the abundance of detail is so accurately mimetic and uncannily convincing it that the digital artifice both disappears into an ambient background, and never leaves the centre of the stage. The minutia of IRL city-walking, and of existing in a world that follows its own will (flecks of dust dancing in the wind, catching the sun; overheard fragments of strangers' phone conversations; the gas station attendant's body language in between serving customers), are alienated from us, digitally re-engineered, and presented back to us in the guise of a crime-ridden fictional world. In this sense, the GTA series is one of the most Perecquian exercises to ever exist. (Of course, amusingly enough, Perec's aphorism is also appropriate here on a more literal level: the game franchise is entirely built upon the premise that derailing trains - but also provoking car accidents, and especially murdering innocent pedestrians - is recommended if not required).

>Because of these underlying continuities between Perec's 'infraordinary' and the process of hyperrealistic world-making in sandbox video games, when I first read about Michael Crowe's re-enactment of Perec's experiment in GTA online (in a cafe, open-mouthed, holding a scone mid-air), I just blurted out 'Of course!' to the stranger sitting across from me. It made complete sense; the connection was there all along, only no one had ever written about it. In his wonderful introduction to the small volume, Jamie Sutcliffe confesses that he is 'jealous and frustrated [Crowe] got there first'. Although he follows this with praise for the book's undeniable 'inventiveness, inquisitiveness and relentless mirth,' I think the underlying reason for the (admittedly shared) envy is not only that Crowe exhausted a conceptual exercise skilfully, and in beautiful prose. He also hit a nerve, exposed a crucial side of the relationship between video games, literature, realism and simulation - and he did it playfully.

>At times, An Attempt at Exhausting a Place in GTA Online time follows closely Perec's model: it obsesses over weather, numbers and registration plates, the colour of people's clothes, passersby (especially women) eating things, commercial slogans, etc. Of course, these strong echoes can only highlight the essential polarities between the two universes: what in Perec's Paris is nature or chance (clouds, the pedestrians' trajectories, their conversations), is always artifice and intentionality in GTA. Even if the the game's phenomenology might be randomised, it is always layers of carefully contrived code that engender it: the player can never forgets this.

>One other definition that Perec devised for the kind of everydayness that escapes our perception is 'the infra-ordinary' - the swarm of details that hover just below the threshold of attention. If Perec's term is certainly appropriate for his preferred subject of writing, the choice of word seems even more significant in the context Crowe's Attempt because its meaning necessarily expands to the digital nature of the space explored. In the city-space of GTA, the 'endotic' and the 'infra' quite literally consist of the hidden workings below (or behind) the surface of game: the structure of its programming, the software's rationale - mechanisms that Crowe often lingers on, his phenomenological descriptions often slipping into conjectures about the game's logical engines:

'That woman is still parked at a green light. Melt down. As other cars approach they brake differently, some jerkily in stages, others in a smoother manner. The computer players seem to have different levels of driving proficiency.'

'There's a pristine jewellery exchange store opposite. Dilapidated buildings probably cost more to design and create in this game, as they would generally have far more detail. ... Directly opposite is the Elkridge Hotel. It can't be entered. I wonder what's inside. Is the book/cube poured full of colour, or transparency, with the road/pavement continuing on the floor? If hollow, how thin are the impenetrable walls?'

Crowe's asides often touch - more or less directly - upon questions of realism and effective simulation:

'The palm trees in front of me are slightly different heights. None look copied and pasted'

'It would be great if learner driver were going around, veering off cliffs, etc.'

'It's a shame there are no birds, it would add greatly to a sense of realism ... Perec had all kinds of pigeon action in his book'

>Even more interestingly, at times his observations go as far as hinting at the inherent opacity of the concept of mimetic representation itself: what is realism, when truly accurate depictions often seem even more surreal in their uncanny effect? Doesn't GTA's lifelike graphic rendering - like meticulously inventorial writing - draw attention to the very artifice of artistic creation?

'Very light rain. This slight rain seems realistic, but in Perec's reality the rain stops "very suddenly". If that happened in GTA it would seem like poor attention to detail'.

>In a review of Auerbach's Mimesis, Terry Eagleton elaborates on Brecht's idea that realism really is a matter of effect, not a matter of technique. The definition cannot be applied at the level of production or its methods, it has to depend on reception - at the level of reading, or, in this case - playing. Realism happens between the artwork and the audience's expectations; it's not about verisimilitude, or about whether a text (or video game) recalls something familiar; it's about whether or not the experience of the work matches an unmediated experience of reality: 'Realism is as realism does'.

>Eagleton concludes that 'artistic realism, then, cannot mean "represents the world as it is", but rather "represents it in accordance with conventional real-life modes of representing it". Realism as we normally understand it, then, has more to do with convention; it is more like an autonomous process of creation than a neutral mode of reporting. At one point, Crowe wonders 'what poets like T.S. Eliot would've added [to the game] by way of details within details'; the underlying idea here is that a deeper and deeper level of realism can only come from fabrication and designed artifice. A truly realistic world doesn't exist, it has to be manufactured and carefully weaved together. Perec, Eliot, the nerds at Rockstar Games: all mods, tinkering with code to fashion a world that feels more real than the invisible one we live in.

>The most prominent strand of reflections in Crowe's Attempt, however, is dedicated to imagining a future in which GTA is so utterly realistic that it surpasses reality itself. Crowe pictures the horizon towards which the GTA series is moving not only as a simulation indistinguishable from its original, but as a utopian uber-world populated by perfect AI characters:

'In future games, players will be able to chat with all computer characters about any topic, for any length of time. The only problem would be that the computer characters would likely find us too boring and go off to chat with another computer character that has also read every line of text and seen every film/artwork.'

'I wonder how detailed these games will become. Could growing a zit in the game affect your character's day? ... Could millions of players all live as microorganisms on the face of a GTA character?'

>The beautifully apocalyptic scale of Crowe's prophecy is made somewhat more ominous by the hazy, yet closed, temporal arc that his little book follows. Whereas Perec opens and concludes every section of his Attempt declaring the time window of his observations, Crowe rarely if never talks about the passage of time in the game ('I dont keep track of time as i should, here or irl'). The only real time marks - vague, atmospheric, possibly just conceptual - are in the names of the 5 sections the book is divided into: '(Daybreak)', '(Morning)', '(Break)', '(Nightfall)', '(Night)'. Crowe's 24-hour cycle - whether referring to IRL or GTA temporality - is possibly more compellingly symbolic than Perec's 3 days. The self-contained movement from dawn, to sunset, and then darkness, lends the volume a sense of closure that it would otherwise lack - given its status as a semi-conceptual exercise aimed at an inherently unattainable objective ('exhausting' a place).

>This explicitly closed timeline also means that Crowe's subject, and thus his literary project, assume more gravitas than one might expect. What could begin in the reader's mind as a playful pastiche actually becomes more like a tragedy, with Crowe's avatar helplessly standing and witnessing unstoppably violent events, most of which utterly gratuitous. The text is so ridiculously faithful to the Aristotelian unities of time and place (one day, one place), that one might turn a blind eye on its complete lack of any unity of action ('events strictly tied together as cause and effect, adding up to one single story' sounds pretty much like everything this book is not). The book does funny, but it also does serious, poetic - although possibly not cathartic. In a sense, Crowe's avatar is a bit like a postmodern Hamlet: a passive and melancholic intellectual antihero, surrounded by farcical death in a corrupted society.

>In the last section of Crowe's Attempt, '(Night)', the more beautifully poetic descriptive fragments that populate the book gradually increase in number as if to signal the nearing calmness of closure. These are nominal phrases that choose to go nowhere; many are about things that are far away, abandoned, or circular:

'A very high crane in the distance.' '1000s of lights visible from my spot.' 'The window lights have different hues, every light isn't just white. Slight yellow, greens.' 'One side of the sky is pink, the other blue, held apart by purple.' 'A plane flying by way off in the distance.' 'An ambulance is burnt out, two people inside burnt entirely black.' 'A human is spinning around in circles in their car (...).' 'Dropped cigarette on the floor.'

>Before you know it - much, much before the last section - you'll feel stupid for ever thinking this book would be just a parody to lol at, or a kool koncept show your other Highbrow x Lowbrow friends and pat each other on the back for knowing the experimental French literature reference. You'll be moved by how beautiful Los Santos can be - the geometry of its facade architecture; its computer-generated clouds drifting above sports cars, reflecting the light in coupé red or neon purple; private (NPC) citizens relaxing on benches or outside cafes, smoking, eating donuts, eating bagels, talking into their phones to their private (NPC) citizen friends about their job, their boyfriends, their drug problem. I won't say you'll forget the world you're in is a video game you're in - because Crowe won't let you - but I think you will stop caring.

>An Attempt at Exhausting a Pace in GTA Online is published by Studio Operative, and can be bought at Glasgow's Good Press, or here.

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simonkamara-blog · 5 years

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Located in the Parish of Saint George is this stunning 10,570 sq ft property. This property sits on 26,082 sq ft of land. The lot has an irregular configuration. The topography is gently-to-moderately sloping . All surface water is channeled towards the road and into storm drains. Access to this property is by means of the Windward Highway. Services such as pipe water, electricity, telephone, cable TV and internet are available at the property. Storm water is disposed by on-site drains and sewerage by septic tank and soak-away. This property has three (3) floors. Floors: *The Lower ground floor accommodates an entry porch,living room, dining room, kitchen, study, bar, master bedroom, master en-suite bathroom, walk-in-closet in master suite, one other bedroom, one bathroom and scullery measuring 2,801 square feet. *The first floor accommodates entry porch, foyer, living room, dining area, kitchen laundry, three bedrooms, two en-suite bathrooms, one common bathroom, study, scullery, double-car garage and four porches measuring 4,345 square feet. *The second floor accommodates family room, master bedroom, master bathroom, walk-in-closet, two bedrooms, two en-suite bathrooms and porch measuring 2,024 square feet. There are two attics over the garage and over the family room. They are used for storage and the floor area is 1,400 square feet. This property is one year old It is completed to good quality specifications and workmanship (Grenadines Villas, Mustique and Canouan Resort standard) It includes a mixture of contemporary and traditional high quality and sophisticated finish and fixtures,modern conveniences, built-in appliances, dual voltage, roof space storage, vaulted ceilings, preparation for back-up generator, water storage facilities, recessed ceiling and floor and staircase lighting, decorative lighting and chandeliers, floor, doors and ceiling trimmings. The house is fully air-conditioned and includes two video security system with remote monitor. Please contact our Agent Simon Kamara for details(784)456-9005/(784)528-1616/(784)493-7777 #agency #brokerage #broker #investsvg #investment #instagram #Grenadines #callustoday #milliondollarlistinhssvg https://www.instagram.com/p/B0yhu_7hw1R/?igshid=1ruthae6wh55h

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floresgavriil-blog · 5 years

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Where is the most beautiful place you have ever visited? We were asked this the other day, and as two people who have traveled to over 80 countries I must admit it was a tough question to answer.

A few places came to mind: The Seychelles, Canada, and Namibia are certainly up there. However, nothing has blown me away as much as the views that Jade Mountain in Saint Lucia had.

The whole resort is straight out of a honeymooners magazine. Every little detail has been meticulously planned out to create the ultimate getaway. It’s hard to put our whole week there into words, but here is our best attempt!

A Review on Jade Mountain Saint Lucia

Getting to Jade Mountain Saint Lucia

There are two main airports on Saint Lucia. George FL Charles Airport (SLU), which is near Castries and Hewanorra International (UVF), which is near Vieux Fort. Coming from Puerto Rico we landed at SLU and it took almost two hours to get to Jade Mountain Resort, with a pretty windy road.

We flew out of UVF, which is the more popular international airport and where you can catch flights with larger carriers like Air Canada. UVF is only one hour from Jade Mountain and the much easier airport to get to. I would recommend trying to fly into UVF to avoid wasting more time on a car transfer once you arrive.

It’s a bit of a rough road in for approximately 15 minutes, but once you arrive it is all bliss!

You can either rent a car, arrange your own cab, or Jade Mountain will happily set you up with a private transwer that aligns with your flight times.

The Property

Jade Mountain sits high on Morne Chastanet, completely overlooking the famous St. Lucia Pitons and the beautiful Caribbean Sea. Every room looks out to the Pitons and is completely secluded away from other guests.

The whole resort design is an architectural masterpiece, which you can try and see from the included photos. Long walkways come out from the side of the mountain to lead guests to their rooms as well as the bar, restaurant, and common area.

The whole design concept was dreamt up by owner Nick Troubetzkoy when he visited Saint Lucia in the early 1970s. Since then he has turned his dream into one of the most amazing properties in the world.

The Sanctuaries

Rooms at Jade Mountain are not rooms at all, but are referred to as Sanctuaries and have all been individually designed with the utmost attention. When we were first walking to our room on our private walkway we knew we were in for something special.

All the rooms at Jade Mountain are nothing short of amazing with a bedroom, living area, and private infinity pool. The fourth wall of each sanctuary here has been essentially removed so that all guests can have amazing open views out to nature. That means that little birdies will be singing in your ear in the morning and have easy access to your room – which we loved, but it may not be for everybody.

Each sanctuary has an infinity pool or a sky jacuzzi overlooking the Caribbean landscape. We stayed in room JE1, or in other words the “Galaxy” sanctuary and the highest level room at Jade Mountain.

Our sanctuary was breathtaking and provided us with full panoramic views out to Saint Lucia’s twin Pitons at all times.

In addition to the views, we were provided with a comfortable king-sized canopy bed, huge living space, jacuzzi, infinity pool, fast WiFi, a Major Domo (butler), and full room service on request.

There are no televisions or radios at Jade Mountain, and that’s the beauty of it. It’s so easy to forget about real life here and delve deeper into Saint Lucia.

Seriously there was nothing better here than waking up to the sound of the ocean and singing birds, ordering a healthy breakfast, and looking out to the most stunning mountains in the Caribbean. It was honestly hard to ever want to leave our sanctuary!

The Food

We did our research and read reviews about the food at Jade Mountain before we were visiting so we knew it would be delicious. However, what we experienced blew us completely out of the water!

Jade Mountain itself has one main restaurant called the Jade Mountain Club. The Club serves breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and is one of the nicest places to have dinner in the area. Meals here are typically elaborate and multiple courses with all the wine you could want.

Jade Mountain guests also have Suite Service at any time which we definitely made use of multiple times while staying here.

A lot of the food is homegrown at Jade Mountain’s very own garden, while the items they can’t grow are typically sourced locally to benefit the community.

Guests at Jade Mountain also have full access to Anse Chastanet restaurants, which is their sister property down the mountain. Anse Chastanet has more than five restaurants to choose from and most are beach front. It’s great to have the best of both worlds here.

I should also note that all the food, wine, beer, and cocktails you could possibly want are included in the all-inclusive plane at Jade Mountain. However, it’s also possible to book plans without alcohol or half board meal plans OR just book breakfast only and eat the rest of your meals in town if you really prefer. I would suggest at least going with a half board option as I think it would be too much of a pain to always have to leave the resort for food. It’s at least a 15 minute drive to town from here.

The Staff

Just like everything else at Jade Mountain, the staff never disappointed. At all times the staff was courteous, prompt, and so helpful and polite. I loved seeing their smiling faces every day.

We also learned that almost all staff at Jade Mountain are local Saint Lucian’s and that they have one of the lowest turnover rates for jobs on the island. Yes, we truly felt that everyone loved their jobs and their lives here!

Our favorite staff members were the attentive manager, Jonathan, who always made sure we were accounted for. Also, our Major Domos, which were our personal room butlers for the duration of our stay. They were always on call for guests and happy to attend to the needs of visitors. They even brought me ear drops at 11 pm as I could sense an ear infection coming on. Hard to get that kind of service anywhere!

The Scuba Diving

Of course, we have always wanted to travel to Saint Lucia for the views and beauty, but the biggest reason we were so keen was to go scuba diving.

We just recently completed our open water course in Bali and were absolutely hooked on diving. Since then we’ve been seeking out the best dive sites in the world, with our last big trip being in the Maldives.

Saint Lucia actually ranks pretty far up there in terms of diving in the Caribbean and you can jump right into the ocean from Jade Mountain resort to experience it!

Scuba St. Lucia is headquartered at Anse Chastanet and is a five-star dive center that operates dives three times a day as well as two-night dives a week.

We went diving with Scuba St. Lucia a total of six times including a night dive and every time was exhilarating. While we didn’t find any large marine life we couldn’t get enough of the colorful fish, and even saw a sea horse, frogfish (our second since the Maldives), and a turtle!

The staff at the dive shop were all friendly and helpful. As new divers, we felt completely comfortable at all times.

The Activities

There are so many activities at Jade Mountain it’s nearly impossible to ever get bored. We had five full days here, but honestly, even with 10, you would not have found us complaining about boredom.

While we spent many hours under the water scuba diving there are also many other things to do.

Snorkeling around the house reef, kayaking, stand up paddle boarding, and sugar plantation tours are all free activities to take part in. There’s also a gym and daily complimentary sunrise and sunset yoga at Jade Mountain at Anse Chastanet.

In addition, there is an event on offer every single day whether that be a Chocolate Sensory Tasting or Saint Lucian Mixology class.

A few times a week you’ll even find live entertainment at the bar – we loved the Saint Lucian steel drum band!

In addition to these complimentary activities, there are also many excursions. Things like hiking the Pitons, zip lining, champagne sunset cruises, mountain biking, deep sea fishing, rum tasting, bird watching, or really anything is on offer at Jade Mountain.

Or you can always do absolutely nothing at all – Jade Mountain is the perfect place for that.

The Wellness

Being a fancy resort, I knew that Jade Mountain would have plenty of spa services on offer, but I was shocked by the sheer amount of different treatments to have.

It’s easy to indulge here and get lost in the many spa packages. Just to name a few are the Summer Skin Cooler, Chakra Balancing Massage, the Sea Salt Body Scrub, or a Saint Lucian Chocolate Massage.

We decided to go with a couples massage in the privacy and comfort of our room and never wanted it to end!

The Overall

I wouldn’t hesitate to book an amazing vacation or honeymoon at Jade Mountain. The views are to die for and I can assure you that you will never get sick of them.

On top of the views, everything from the food, to the beautiful Saint Lucian staff, and all around beach fun in the sun is top notch. I doubt we’ll ever stay at a resort quite like this one!

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An Alternative Option to Jade Mountain: Anse Chastanet

I also want to take a moment to mention an alternative, but just as amazing option to Jade Mountain, and that’s Anse Chastanet. Anse Chastanet is the sister property to Jade Mountain and is located just down the hill.

Our first two nights in Saint Lucia were actually spent in the Beach House suite at Anse Chastanet – just steps away from the ocean. During the day we didn’t have to walk far to jump in the water and at night we could be whisked away to sleep by the sound of the waves.

Anse Chastanet is the more affordable resort, but it is still mega luxurious. Rooms are tastefully decorated and comfortable and the resort itself is well situated.

Anse Chastanet guests always have a plethora of restaurants to choose from and activities to take part in. Actually, all the activities that Jade Mountain guests get to experience are also available to Anse Chastanet guests and all of the same restaurants are on offer besides the Jade Mountain Club.

It’s worth noting that many of the rooms at Anse Chastanet still provide astonishing views of the Pitons as well.

I’m so happy we were able to get a feeling of both resorts as both were simply unbelievable. While Anse Chastanet is marketed as the slightly less exclusive (and less expensive) resort this property is by no means a poor choice to stay at in Saint Lucia.

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