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Ronald Dudley

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At 9 p.m. on November 14, 1998, 29-year-old Jacqueline Doggett was walking home after grocery shopping in Queens Village, New York when she was attacked. She heard footsteps behind her and then was slashed on both cheeks. She said two men tried to steal her purse, but fled when she held on.

Doggett was less than 100 feet from her home and when she yelled, her brother-in-law ran outside with his cellphone, dialing 911 as he ran. Doggett described her attackers as two black men, one of whom was wearing a white hooded sweatshirt.

Police flooded the area and about 20 minutes later, two 19-year-old black men, Lamar Palmer and Ronald Dudley, were stopped by police about four blocks from the scene of the attack. Both denied involvement, but when police found a utility knife in Dudley’s pocket, they were detained. After Doggett was treated for her injuries, she identified both men as her attackers and both were charged.

Palmer and Dudley went on trial together in Queens County Supreme Court in 2000. Doggett, who required 29 stitches to close her wounds, identified them as her assailants.

Dudley and Palmer were convicted by a jury. Dudley was convicted of assault, attempted robbery and possession of a weapon. He was sentenced to 15 years in prison. Palmer was convicted of assault and attempted robbery and was sentenced to 9 years in prison.

After the trial, Palmer’s brother, Dwayne Palmer, a New York City police officer, re-investigated the case and wrote a letter to the Queens County District Attorney’s Office saying that his examination of Lamar Palmer’s cell phone proved that he was on the telephone at the time of the attack and therefore was innocent.

The letter was forwarded to a unit in the District Attorney’s office then known as the “wrong man” unit. Investigators re-opened the case and in 2001, began questioning a 20-year-old street gang member named Victor Cadet because Dudley believed Cadet was involved in the slashing. When questioned by investigators, Cadet admitted that he and another man, Ryshawnn Stokes, committed the crime as part of an initiation into a gang known as the Bloods.

On March 29, 2001, Cadet testified at a hearing in Queens County Supreme Court where he admitted that he and Stokes were going to be “Blooded in” by slashing someone. He said he and Stokes were ordered by other gang members to walk the streets that night and slash the first person they saw.

“Ryshawnn got to her first and started slicing her,” Cadet testified. “I took one or two swipes and took off because I was already scared…She was screaming.”

Prior to going on trial, Dudley was out on bond and was accused of shooting Cadet. Cadet testified at the post-conviction hearing that Dudley had shot him “because he got locked up for something that I was involved in.”

After the testimony, Acting Supreme Court Judge Sherri Roman vacated Palmer and Dudley’s convictions. The prosecution immediately dismissed the charges. At the same time, prosecutors said Cadet would plead guilty and they would recommend probation for his cooperation. Stokes had not been located.

Palmer, who was released the day of the hearing, later filed a claim with the New York Court of Claims and settled for an undisclosed amount. Dudley, who remained incarcerated for shooting Cadet until he was paroled in 2002, did not seek compensation.

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Posting Date: 12/6/2013
State:New York
Most Serious Crime:Assault
Additional Convictions:Attempt, Violent
Reported Crime Date:1998
Sentence:15 years
Age at the date of crime:19
Contributing Factors:Mistaken Witness ID, Inadequate Legal Defense
Did DNA evidence contribute to the exoneration?:No


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“It Rained, though the Ground Was Not Wet”

Contributed By By Jesse Hyde, Deseret News

  • 24 May 2012

“The Church does these projects because it believes that’s the right thing to do, the Christian thing to do. There is no quid pro quo. It’s simply about trying to do good in the world.” —Lynn Samsel, Church Welfare Services

The chief sits on the hard ground and gazes out at the barren, dry land before him.

Deep in the Horn of Africa, he is miles from any civilization. The only thing he can hear is the wind whistling across the desert and the braying of his goats in the distance.

The chief is named Ahamd Issaq, and for generations his people have called this village Sala-Jama. It sits in the Dolo Ado region of Ethiopia, about 90 miles (145 km) from the border of Somalia.

Last year, this village was running out of water. Issaq lay awake at night wondering what to do. The region is known for its salt mines, and as the water table dipped, even the rivers the villagers drink from became salty, making the children in the village sick as well as the livestock. Issaq contemplated moving his village but knew that they would lose up to half their goats in the perilous journey.

Then, one day, a water truck arrived in Sala-Jama. To the chief, and the rest of the village, it was an answer to prayer. “It rained, even though the ground was not wet,” one of the villagers said.

Isaaq points to a large 500-gallon (1,900 liter) water tank. When the drought was at its peak, the water stored in these tanks saved the lives of the villagers, he says.

The water came from trucks paid for by the Church. The village of Sala-Jama is one of 22 sites along the border of Ethiopia and Somalia that received water last year through a partnership between the Church and a charity called International Relief and Development. That effort—along with the 5,000 hygiene kits prepared by local members in Ethiopia—was part of a coordinated response to the drought in East Africa and just one of 111 emergencies and disasters the Church responded to last year in 90 countries.

Besides trucking water to villages along the border, the Church also worked with IRD to get medicine to hospitals in Somalia, and partnered with another charity, called International Medical Corps, to improve conditions in Ethiopian refugee camps, where thousands of starving Somalis have fled for food and help in response to the worst famine the Horn of Africa has seen in 60 years.

The camps are small cities. One camp where the Church is working, called Melkidida, has a population of 40,000 people. While families live in tents, life marches on: children fly kites and gather wood for cooking fires, and marriages are made.

The Church is involved with three projects in the camps: a hygiene and sanitation effort that has brought the number of people per latrine down from 151 to 31; the building of four community nutrition centers, where families come to gather food rations; and a brick-and-mortar women’s center, where mothers and young women can come for support and job training. Many of the refugees who have fled Somalia are widows who made the trek with their children.

“The whole idea is to relieve suffering where we find it, foster self-reliance, and provide an opportunity for service,” said Lynn Samsel of Church Welfare Services.

Since 1985, when LDS Charities first responded to a drought in Ethiopia, the Church has provided more than $1.4 billion in assistance to nearly 30 million people in 179 countries.

“It’s amazing how quickly members respond,” Brother Samsel said. “In Chile after the earthquake, members took their own food storage and shared it with their neighbors. They cooked breakfast and shared it with neighborhood children. In Japan we had 25,000 members donate more than 122,000 hours of service.”

In the village of Sala-Jama, the chief knows little about the Church, and he has never seen a missionary. “The Church does these projects because it believes that’s the right thing to do, the Christian thing to do,” Brother Samsel says. “There is no quid pro quo. It’s simply about trying to do good in the world.” There are no members of the Church near the Somali border. In fact, the nearest LDS chapel is hundreds of miles away in the Ethiopian capital of Addis Ababa. But the influence of the Church is present here: the chief wears a pink hand towel on his head that he got from a hygiene kit prepared by members of the Church in Addis Ababa. The towel had another designed purpose—to improve the hygiene of villagers in the remote and primitive stretches of the country—but here in Sala-Jama the chief and most of the other men have found that it works just as well as a head covering to protect their skin from the scorching African sun.

“I would thank those who did this work,” the chief says. “It has saved lives.”

Looking to the future, the village of Sala-Jama is now building an underground water storage tank, or birkit, the size of a large swimming pool that will catch rainwater. The Church is partnering with IRD to build these birkits in 10 villages in the area.

“Everything we do grows out of building dignity, self-reliance, and self-respect,” said Peter Evans of Church Welfare Services. “So when we get to a certain area, when there’s a request for help, we’re looking for long-term partners and we’re looking for sustainable solutions to problems that matter to those who live there.”

Isaaq says the project has given the people of his village a sense of empowerment and control over their lives. And because they are doing the work of digging out the birkit, they feel a sense of ownership. When the next drought comes, he says, the village will be ready.

In a hut made of twigs nearby, a mother stands at the entrance with her small children, who walk barefoot in the dirt. Like the chief, the mother used to lie awake at night worrying about her small children, who were often thirsty and sick. She prays for more rain and can’t help but worry about the next drought. But for now, her prayers have been answered.


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    Questions of general gospel interest answered for guidance, not as official statements of Church policy.

    Could you explain the meaning and use of the term “prophetess” as it’s used in the Bible?

    Daniel H. Ludlow, director of teacher support services, Church Educational System In general, this term seems to be used in the Bible to describe a woman who had a special gift of prophecy or foretelling or to show that a certain woman had an abundance of the Spirit in understanding or teaching the gospel plan. Of course, it is possible that some women were prophetesses in both senses of the word.

    The gift of prophecy is a special spiritual endowment that is available to every worthy member of the Church. Elder Bruce R. McConkie has said: “Every member of the Church—acting in submission to the laws and system which the Lord has ordained—is expected to have the gift of prophecy. It is by this gift that a testimony of the truth comes.” (Mormon Doctrine, Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1958, p. 542.)

    One definition of a prophet or prophetess, then, is one who knows by the Holy Ghost that Jesus Christ is the divine Son of God, “for the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy” (Rev. 19:10). Moses prayed, “would God that all the Lord’s people were prophets, and that the Lord would put his spirit upon them” (Num. 11:29). Thus, a woman who had an abundance of the special gift of testimony may have been referred to as a prophetess.

    The term can take on additional depth and meaning, however. Elder George Q. Cannon wrote: “The spirit of the Church of God is that manifested by Moses. … The genius of the kingdom with which we are associated is to disseminate knowledge through all the ranks of the people, and to make every man a prophet and every woman a prophetess, that they may understand the plans and purposes of God. For this purpose the gospel has been sent to us, and the humblest may obtain its spirit and testimony” (in Journal of Discourses, 12:46).

    Add to these two meanings—having the testimony of Jesus, and having a broader understanding of the plans and purposes of God—is a third usage that relates directly to foretelling or prophesying. President Joseph Fielding Smith has said: “Our sisters are entitled just as much to the inspiration for their needs of the Holy Spirit as are the men. They are entitled to the gift of prophecy concerning matters that would be essential for them to know as it is for the men.” (Take heed to Yourselves, comp. Joseph Fielding Smith, Jr., Salt Lake City: Deseret Book, 1971, p. 259.) Thus, as a woman with a special gift for poetry can be called a poetess, so could a woman with the spiritual gift of foretelling be termed a prophetess.

    However, there are possible additional usages. The term may have been used to suggest a woman’s relationship to a prophet, as in describing the wife of Isaiah (Isa. 8:3). But this possible usage appears to be quite infrequent, albeit a potential usage of the term. (See Judg. 4:4, Luke 2:36, Ex. 15:20, and 2 Kgs. 22:14, all of which identify a woman as a prophetess and also identify a relationship to a man.)

    Another possible usage of prophetess would be to indicate a leadership status. President Joseph Fielding Smith observed: “We read that in earlier days of Israel women were active and had duties to perform, that there were actually prophetesses among them. Such a noted character was Deborah, who is spoken of as being a prophetess unto whom the people went for counsel, and she became a judge in Israel. It appears in the account of the exodus of Israel from Egypt, that Miriam, sister of Moses and Aaron, who is spoken of as being a prophetess (Ex. 15:20), evidently had been given authority, particularly in relation to the affairs of the women of Israel.” (Relief Society Magazine, Jan. 1965, p. 5.)

    This leads to the question of a Church position for a prophetess. For example, the word prophet is used in the Church to refer to a specific office or calling in the Melchizedek Priesthood. Thus, the First Presidency and the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles are sustained as “prophets, seers, and revelators.” Further, the term prophet is often used in referring to the President of the Church. However, in these usages, the term prophetess is not used as a female counterpart to a prophet. That is, there is no office, calling, or position of prophetess within the priesthood, nor any other area of jurisdiction, nor were there in olden times such priesthood offices or callings that could have given rise to such usage.

    Consequently, although the term prophetess has a wide range of possible usages, the general intent of the biblical term likely has to do with the sister having an abundance of the Spirit of the Lord, one gift of which is the gift of prophecy.

    How can I help my children appreciate great literature and music, rather than just television and popular music?

    Spencer J. Condie, bishop, Provo Twenty-Sixth Ward and father of five children The first thing to realize is that not all television shows and popular music are bad. In fact, some of these can be very worthwhile. Parents need to help their children learn to distinguish entertainment that is beneficial from that which wastes time, glorifies harmful values, and encourages improper behavior. Parents may need to explain why an individual song or television program is harmful.

    But just pulling children away from undesirable influences isn’t enough; children should also be pulled toward the good. Let’s examine the situation of “migrating values” by looking at a seemingly unrelated phenomenon: the migration of Europeans to America. An explanation which partially explains why people migrate from one country to another is the push-pull theory. For example, large numbers of Irish were “pushed” out of their native homeland by the great potato famine of 1846. But why did they come to America instead of, say, Russia or China? The United States had generous immigration policies, economic opportunities, and religious freedom—just a few of the pulling factors.

    Sometimes parents try to push their children away from the evils of the world without trying with equal effort to pull them toward the good—in this case, lofty music and edifying literature. The good things must be made interesting and enticing.

    If financial circumstances permit, providing children with music and dancing lessons helps them appreciate the world of the fine arts. They learn confidence, poise, and grace, too. And they learn that the toll for talent is unselfish service. Also, children can be encouraged to sing in choirs and play in music groups.

    Taking older children to an occasional opera, symphony, or choir concert may be somewhat unrewarding for them at first, but eventually they can develop a love for good music. If teenagers become rebellious and defensive in their attitudes toward good music, parents might set aside certain times when the whole family is within listening range of wholesome music while they are involved in other activities.

    A Sunday moratorium on certain television shows and certain types of music could provide an uninterrupted opportunity for both good listening and good reading. And uplifting Sunday music could be followed by a home evening which addresses the problems of TV-itis and rock music addiction. One excellent starting point for such a discussion could be President Ezra Taft Benson’s general conference address “Satan’s Thrust—Youth” (Ensign, Dec. 1971, pp. 53–56), which confronts the evil influence of hard rock music. Another discussion starter could be Worthy Music, Worthy Thoughts, a filmstrip based on a speech by Elder Boyd K. Packer (see Ensign, Jan. 1974, pp. 25–28). These resources may be available from your ward or branch library.

    Merely berating children for watching too much television or for listening to unsavory music can create a vacuum which must then be filled with worthy alternatives. When children can experience the joy and excitement of the sublime, they will learn to love it.

    P. S. It’s easier if you start when the children are three instead of thirteen!


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I Couldn’t Read or Write

My father was a long-distance truck driver who drank alcohol and was prone to violence. On those rare instances when he was home, he often beat his four children. As a result of my home situation, I lacked confidence in my ability to do anything right, including schoolwork. I withdrew into my own world and couldn’t seem to learn anything.

Once when I was a new student in a class, a girl taunted me, “You can’t read or write!” I’ll never forget how ashamed I felt at that moment. After six years in elementary school, I was sent to a special school for poor achievers. I stayed there three years.

After leaving school, I drifted for several years. I had no skills and felt like a ship without a rudder. Then I met a neighbor who became like a father to me. He encouraged me to seek knowledge, to use my intelligence. One day I saw him compose a telegram. Sending a telegram would be a simple thing for most people, and I determined then that one day I would learn to read and write properly so that I, too, could send a telegram.

I began to ask questions. The world suddenly became a fascinating place. I enrolled in an adult extension class and read my first complete book, a 150-page children’s book. Deciphering its contents occupied me for a long time. Next I enrolled in an evening middle school where I had a wonderful, caring teacher. Thanks to this dedicated teacher, I finally learned to read and write. Just knowing how to do these simple things that most people take for granted gave me a magnificent feeling.

One day two missionaries gave my brother a copy of the Book of Mormon during a street contact in Cologne, Germany. I was curious about the book and began reading it. I caught the spirit of it. My desire to learn the gospel was insatiable. Then I read the Bible. Suddenly I realized that I, who had been a learning-disabled boy, had read the two most important books in the world!

I wanted to find the missionaries and felt driven to travel to the center of Cologne, where I found the elders at an information booth they had set up. I received instruction from the missionaries, and a week and a half later I was baptized.

Two years later I began a full-time mission in England and had to learn a new language. This successful experience was the crowning event of my life up to that time. My faith and my missionary experiences gave me great inner strength and confidence. I knew I really could do anything I wanted to do. My future depended only on what I was willing to work for.

When I returned from my mission, I was allowed to enroll in a school equivalent to an American high school. A year later I graduated. An even greater blessing came to me when I qualified for advanced study at a university. For a learning-disabled boy who could neither read nor write, I acknowledge the loving hand of my Heavenly Father, who opened the way for me to overcome my challenges.

Gunther Steffans serves as a counselor in the elders quorum presidency of the Cologne Second Branch, Düsseldorf Germany Stake.

Paul Conners is a member of the Crescent 18th Ward, Sandy Utah Crescent Stake.

Only Three Dollars in the Bank

My husband had started his own business at a time of year when business was especially slow. The phone did not ring; the money did not come in. We didn’t know what to do.

After reading President Ezra Taft Benson’s address To the Mothers in Zion (pamphlet, 1987), I felt very strongly about quitting my job. In the address, President Spencer W. Kimball was quoted as saying, “Come home, wives, to your children, born and unborn”(7). Those words were carried into my heart. I had just given birth to my third child, and I knew by the Spirit that staying home with my children was what Heavenly Father desired of me. I decided to follow the prophet’s counsel and to leave our financial worries in the Lord’s hands.

I read in the scriptures that it was important to pray with a sincere heart and real intent (see Moro. 10:4). For two days I fasted and prayed as sincerely as I could that my husband’s business would pick up. However, when the time came to pay our rent, our bank account held only three dollars. My parents graciously loaned us a little money to get by.

My heart ached. Where could we get enough money to live on? Would the Lord answer my prayers? I knelt down in a closet and prayed with the most sincere heart and real intent I could find within me. I desperately wanted to follow the prophet’s counsel to be at home with my children, and so I pleaded and cried and reached out to the Lord for an answer.

As I prayed, the face of my dear bishop came strongly to my mind, and I knew that I must talk with him. I went to see him the very next day. After assuring me that our stake president had determined that no member of the stake would ever go hungry or homeless, he counseled me not to spend so much time worrying. Knowing that my worst fears were unfounded, I went home comforted, confident that somehow we would survive until things improved.

While the bishop did not solve our problem, his words of comfort enabled me to let my husband carry the burden of worry from then on while I looked to my own responsibilities in the home. The next month we had barely enough to pay our bills. Another month came, and things were slightly better. Then, within only a few months, my husband’s business was thriving.

I have since reflected on the Lord’s promise “I will not leave you comfortless” (John 14:18) and have been filled with gratitude for its fulfillment in our family. My bishop’s counsel that day gave me peace of heart and helped me realize that I really could follow the prophet, placing my trust in him and in the Lord.

Kathy Horeth serves as first counselor in the Primary presidency of the Lakeside First Ward, Santee California Stake.

By the Light of Their Faith

The lights went out as I was walking from the Ogden (Utah) Temple cafeteria to the baptistry. I had stopped by after work that day to enjoy my Thursday evening assignment of assisting with baptisms for the dead. In the temple basement we were unaware of a sudden storm that raged outside and downed major power lines supplying the business area with electricity.

Emergency lights went on quickly in a few areas of the temple, but they did not give us enough light for our work in the baptistry. Maintenance people found several flashlights, and the afternoon workers were able to finish the last of the confirmations. The font area was completely dark, however, so further baptisms would be out of the question.

Our first group of evening proxies had arrived just before the power failure and were waiting quietly in their white baptismal clothing. As we waited for word about the possible length of the power failure, a second group arrived. Usually the baptistry was one of the warmest, most cheerful areas of the temple. The quiet voices of the temple workers would blend with the muted whispers of enthusiastic young proxies. But now the dimness seemed to cloak everyone’s cheer.

Then one of the sister workers approached our supervisor. The young proxies had suggested that we meet together for prayer to ask the Lord to restore the power. We were impressed by their faith and quickly agreed.

Soon we were kneeling together, proxies and workers, and listening to the words of an inspired prayer that asked our Father in Heaven to remember those who had waited so long for this work to be done in their behalf. It was a touching, peaceful experience. As we stood, a temple worker who had been sent to check about the power failure stepped into the room to announce that it would be four to five hours before the power would be restored. This gloomy news hardly had time to register, however, before the lights suddenly came on. Gratefully, we continued our evening’s work.

That night as I left the temple grounds, I noticed that much of the Ogden business district was still dark. The experience in the temple took on new meaning when I passed power company crews working on high-voltage lines only a few blocks from the temple. But it was another week before a better understanding came to me about what had happened that night.

Riding a shuttle bus one workday at Hill Air Force Base, near Ogden, I overheard two men nearby talking about the power failure of the week before. One man had a son who, as a worker for the power company, had gone to a power substation some distance from the broken lines. Some obviously older and unused switching equipment in a corner of the substation caught his attention. Upon quickly checking substation drawings, he discovered that the equipment had been bypassed—but never disconnected—during the installation of newer equipment. If the switches were activated, power should flow through another line into a small area of the downtown business district—including the area where the temple stood.

As I listened to the conversation, I realized that the discovery of the older equipment had come at about the same time we had been kneeling in the temple with a group of young proxies who were filled with a pure, vital faith and who had been asking their Father in Heaven for a restoration of electrical power. Our prayer had been heard and answered in a way none of us could have appreciated at the time. I was grateful that our Father in Heaven would respond to a prayer of faith and to the heartfelt desire of a group of young proxies who wanted only to be of service to departed brothers and sisters.

Rodney Nelson serves as a counselor in the Young Men presidency of the Hurricane Third Ward, Hurricane Utah Stake.

The Job I Needed So Badly

My wife and I and our two children were living in Gayndah, Queensland, Australia. We owned a house on seven acres of land and harbored high hopes of eventually becoming self-sufficient. However, we found that living in a small country town presented some challenges. Because I had to travel north about 125 miles to work, I could afford to come home only on weekends. On Sundays we would travel south about 85 miles to attend church. We didn’t seem to have much time left to develop our little piece of paradise.

I rode a motorbike to work and often explored different routes to get home on the weekends. On one of these forays I came across a construction site. I decided to inquire for work, and the first person I asked turned out to be the project manager. He gave me an application, which I filled out and left with him.

Over the ensuing weeks I stopped often to check on the job. I discovered that the company had only 12 openings but had received 200 applications. The number was cut to 100, and my name was still on the list. Then the list was narrowed to 50, then to 20, and I was still on the list.

At this point my wife, Michelle, and I looked seriously at what this change might require of us. Because the job entailed shift work, we’d have to move closer to the job site. Not only would we have to give up our little plot of land, but we would also find ourselves nearly 180 miles from the nearest branch of the Church. We’d be able to attend church perhaps once a month between shifts. Yet the pay was substantially better than what I had been earning.

I spoke with our branch president, who told us he felt strongly that, if anything, we should move closer to the meetinghouse rather than farther away.

Finally I was offered the job and was asked to start work within a week. I was offered excellent wages as well as a housing subsidy. Michelle and I were faced with a tough decision. The logical thing to do was to take the job. We pondered and prayed about whether to accept the job offer, leave things as they were, or move closer to the chapel. In the end my wife and I decided we would follow our branch president’s advice even though we did not know how we would support ourselves. That decision was confirmed to both of us very clearly through the Spirit.

We moved south to Kingaroy, and I got a lower-paying job working for a farmer. For several weeks we received welfare help from the Church, which was hard for us to accept. We lived frugally, never sure if we would even have enough gasoline to get to church, which was now only 12 miles away.

Then I was offered a job with a construction company at a higher wage than I would have earned at the job I had turned down. As a family we learned a valuable lesson: that if we seek Heavenly Father’s will concerning the decisions we arrive at after prayerful reflection, he will confirm whether they are right or wrong through the Holy Ghost (see D&C 9:8–9). Michelle and I now try to apply this principle in rearing our six children and in many other areas as well.

Stuart Otto serves as branch president in the Karratha Branch, Australia Perth Mission.

“Bill, Stop! Don’t Run!”

One of the many rewards of being a visiting teacher is learning wonderful lessons from those I am assigned to visit. One valiant sister, Gertrude Major, related an experience that taught me the importance of spiritual sensitivity.

In 1951 her eldest son, Bill, enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps to fight in Korea along with many of his high school buddies. When he entered boot camp, Gertrude’s concern mounted. She was proud of Bill’s patriotic zeal but reluctant to have him leave and be exposed to danger. Gertrude fervently prayed for his welfare and protection during his tour of duty.

One morning as she was doing the laundry, her thoughts suddenly focused on Bill and she abruptly cried out, “Bill, stop! Don’t run—stay where you are, don’t move!” Startled, her 12-year-old daughter, Jeannie, came running to see what was wrong. Gertrude was alarmed at her own words and wondered at their meaning. She strongly sensed imminent peril. The rest of the day she was greatly troubled by the experience and was concerned for her son’s safety.

The next day at church, the bishop invited Gertrude into his office to set her apart as a Primary teacher. The bishop asked a visiting member of the stake presidency to officiate. He agreed, and after setting her apart he proceeded to give her a blessing but immediately began having difficulty. He could not seem to articulate what he thought should be said. After several attempts, he stopped and asked Gertrude if anyone close to her was away from home and in danger. She related her anxiety, and this faithful priesthood bearer was impressed to inform her that her son was well. He would be protected and eventually would be returned safely to her.

Gertrude later received a letter from Bill describing how his clothing had ignited while he was standing near a large barrel in which he and other soldiers had built a fire to warm themselves in the bitter cold. Panic-stricken, Bill began running as fire engulfed his uniform. Instantly, he heard his mother calling out to him, “Bill, stop! Don’t run—stay where you are, don’t move!” Her voice was so distinct that he immediately stopped running and dropped to his knees. The other soldiers quickly grabbed him and rolled him in the snow until the flames were extinguished.

Gertrude’s love for her son and her abiding faith in the Lord’s protective care spanned thousands of miles and surely helped preserve her son’s life. Her sterling example has taught me numerous invaluable lessons in faith, love, and service.

Jana Squires Flake serves in the stake Young Women presidency of the O’Fallon Illinois Stake.

“You Did Not Name Your Son”

Everyone in our ward knew that the Borups were expecting their first child, so I was not surprised when I heard Brother Borup’s voice on the phone: “Bishop, we have just become the parents of a beautiful baby boy!” The excitement in his voice quickly subsided as he continued. “We have been informed that our son may not survive the night. We don’t know exactly what is wrong, but we know it’s serious. We want to name him while he is still alive. Would it be possible for you to come to the hospital now and perform this ordinance for us?”

“I’ll be there immediately!” I dropped the phone and ran to the car.

Brother Borup was waiting for me at the hospital entrance and escorted me to the scrubbing room. While we prepared to enter the baby’s room, Brother Borup’s father arrived. At that moment, I received the strong impression that the baby should be anointed and given a priesthood blessing and that this should be done by members of his own family.

Acting on the strength of this impression, I said, “Brother Borup, I feel that we should administer to your baby. This ordinance will be appropriate at this time. Your father could anoint him, and you could seal the anointing and give your son a priesthood blessing along with a name.”

Brother Borup replied, “I’m too upset. I’m sure I would not be able to do it as it should be done. My wife and I have talked this over, and we want you to do it for us.”

The impression was so strong that I responded, “I am honored and will be happy to perform this ordinance for you. However, you and your father belong to this little boy’s family. This may be the only privilege you will have to perform an ordinance for your son. I’ll stand right at your side and prompt you if you need help, and your father may assist you too.”

With this offer of support, Brother Borup reluctantly agreed to perform the ordinance. Brother Borup’s father anointed his grandson, and Brother Borup sealed the anointing and pronounced a very spiritual blessing upon his son. The blessing was so touching that the three of us stood silently for a moment while tears streamed down our cheeks.

Suddenly I realized Brother Borup had not named his son. Gently I placed my hand upon his shoulder and apologetically said, “I’m sorry I failed to prompt you at the time, but you did not name your son.”

Brother Borup, while wiping tears from his eyes with his handkerchief, said, “I know I didn’t name him. I received a strong impression that it would not be necessary to name him at this time. I’ll have that privilege at the next fast and testimony meeting.”

Early the next morning I received another call from Brother Borup. “I’m still here in the hospital. The doctor has just examined our son and finds that the life-threatening symptoms he had yesterday have disappeared. There seems to be nothing wrong with him this morning. We will be able to take him home as early as tomorrow if there are no further complications.”

Two weeks later, on fast Sunday, Brother and Sister Borup brought their baby boy to sacrament meeting where Brother Borup gave him the name of Byron Borup III and pronounced upon him another very special blessing.

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  1. 1. God save our gracious king!
    Long live our noble king!
    God save the king!
    Send him victorious,
    Happy and glorious,
    Long to reign over us;
    God save the king!
  2. 2. Thy choicest gifts in store
    On him be pleased to pour;
    Long may he reign!
    May he defend our laws,
    And ever give us cause
    To sing with heart and voice,
    God save the king!
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These teens made their pioneer trek more personal by focusing on stories of ancestors.

A pioneer trek can provide teens with a small sense of what their ancestors went through to help build what they now enjoy, a chance to tackle a difficult task, and an opportunity for bonding with each other. For youth in Northern California, it was a time to think about those who came before.

Each participant who took part in the three-day, 30-mile trek chose and researched an ancestor, a departed relative, an LDS pioneer, or someone else associated with the pioneers. They wrote the person’s name on a circlet of leather and wore it around their necks to keep that person in mind as they struggled over the same rugged terrain that the LDS pioneers faced in the Sierra Nevada Mountains on the Mormon Trail.

“We are traveling on the shoulders of the people who came before us,” said Stake President Alan Fisher as the group met before starting out. “Be strong. Lead the charge against immorality. You are called to be the pioneers to lead, to guide, preparatory to the coming of the Savior.”

The participants divided into families of approximately 10 people, with wards being mixed.

Starting out in high spirits, the youth soon began to rely on each other. The first day was a 16-mile, mostly uphill, grueling hike that took 11 hours. Brooke A., 18, says, “The first day was so difficult. The other two days were so emotional and spiritual because our bodies were so weak. We had to rely on something bigger than us.”

Jared M., 14, says he walked for his ancestor, Paul Maughan. “He was a little kid who fell out of the wagon and was trampled by the wagon behind. I’m walking for him. I knew this was going to be really hard, and it was. But I was kind of excited.”

Some youth walked for ancestors who were pioneers in different parts of the world. Alex B., 17, is descended from Germans who were transplanted to Russia and then immigrated to the United States. Alex’s great-great-grandfather was one of those pioneers.

Elvis H., 16, did not have ancestors who were LDS pioneers. He chose to walk for Norton Hunter, who was important to the pioneers because he made handcarts that they pulled and pushed across hundreds of miles.

Elvis started out with enthusiasm. After the difficult first day, he was excited to reach camp, but he couldn’t sleep because he was in pain. The next day, he was taken to the hospital, where he was operated on for appendicitis. “In my situation, if we were back in pioneer days, I probably would have been one of those graves on the way.”

Alexis A., 17, says the trek was a lot harder than she expected. “I walked for my Grandpa Brodowski. He actually passed away last December. He was a pioneer in his family because he converted and was the only member in his family. In the end, everything turned out OK, and he actually started a great generation of LDS members.”

Though the youth faced many difficulties, the pioneers tackled many more. Brooke says, “We can go on hikes with our family, but to physically have to also pull a couple-hundred-pound handcart is totally different. We didn’t have to carry babies or take care of toddlers. They didn’t get to rest like we did when we got to camp. It’s just a glimpse of what their lives were. To just have this experience is one that we’ll never forget.”

Marilyn M., 15, testified to the group at the very end of the trek: “Most of you know that I really did not want to come on the trek, but I learned after coming that you will always be able to have strength. It may come through other people, but the Lord is going to give it to you. It’s just like our scripture for the year, ‘Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest’ (Joshua 1:9). That’s so powerful. It’s completely assuring that we can have the Lord with us wherever we go.”


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The chief judge is murdered, the government is destroyed, and the people divide into tribes—Jacob, an anti-Christ, becomes king of a secret combination—Nephi preaches repentance and faith in Christ—Angels minister to him daily, and he raises his brother from the dead—Many repent and are baptized. About A.D. 30–33.

 Now behold, I will show unto you that they did not establish a king over the land; but in this same year, yea, the thirtieth year, they did destroy upon the judgment-seat, yea, did murder the chief judge of the land.

 And the people were divided one against another; and they did aseparate one from another into tribes, every man according to his family and his kindred and friends; and thus they did destroy the government of the land.

 And every tribe did appoint a chief or a leader over them; and thus they became tribes and leaders of tribes.

 Now behold, there was no man among them save he had much family and many kindreds and friends; therefore their tribes became exceedingly great.

 Now all this was done, and there were no wars as yet among them; and all this iniquity had come upon the people abecause they did byield themselves unto the power of Satan.

 And the regulations of the government were destroyed, because of the asecret combination of the friends and kindreds of those who murdered the prophets.

 And they did cause a great contention in the land, insomuch that the more righteous part of the people had nearly all become wicked; yea, there were but few righteous men among them.

 And thus six years had not passed away since the more part of the people had turned from their righteousness, like the dog to his avomit, or like the sow to her wallowing in the mire.

 Now this secret combination, which had brought so great iniquity upon the people, did gather themselves together, and did place at their head a man whom they did call Jacob;

 10 And they did call him their king; therefore he became a king over this wicked band; and he was one of the chiefest who had given his voice against the prophets who testified of Jesus.

 11 And it came to pass that they were not so strong in number as the tribes of the people, who were united together save it were their leaders did establish their laws, every one according to his tribe; nevertheless they were enemies; notwithstanding they were not a righteous people, yet they were united in the hatred of those who had entered into a covenant to adestroy the government.

 12 Therefore, Jacob seeing that their enemies were more numerous than they, he being the king of the band, therefore he commanded his people that they should take their flight into the northernmost part of the land, and there build up unto themselves a akingdom, until they were joined by dissenters, (for he flattered them that there would be many dissenters) and they become sufficiently strong to contend with the tribes of the people; and they did so.

 13 And so speedy was their march that it could not be impeded until they had gone forth out of the reach of the people. And thus ended the thirtieth year; and thus were the affairs of the people of Nephi.

 14 And it came to pass in the thirty and first year that they were divided into tribes, every man according to his family, kindred and friends; nevertheless they had come to an agreement that they would not go to war one with another; but they were not united as to their laws, and their manner of government, for they were established according to the minds of those who were their chiefs and their leaders. But they did establish very strict laws that one tribe should not trespass against another, insomuch that in some degree they had peace in the land; nevertheless, their hearts were turned from the Lord their God, and they did stone the aprophets and did cast them out from among them.

 15 And it came to pass that aNephi—having been visited by angels and also the voice of the Lord, therefore having seen angels, and being eye-witness, and having had power given unto him that he might know concerning the ministry of Christ, and also being eye-witness to their quick return from righteousness unto their wickedness and abominations;

 16 Therefore, being agrieved for the hardness of their hearts and the blindness of their minds—went forth among them in that same year, and began to testify, boldly, repentance and remission of sins through faith on the Lord Jesus Christ.

 17 And he did minister many things unto them; and all of them cannot be written, and a part of them would not suffice, therefore they are not written in this book. And Nephi did minister with apower and with great authority.

 18 And it came to pass that they were angry with him, even because he had greater power than they, for it were anot possible that they could disbelieve his words, for so great was his faith on the Lord Jesus Christ that angels did minister unto him daily.

 19 And in the name of Jesus did he cast out devils and aunclean spirits; and even his bbrother did he craise from the dead, after he had been stoned and suffered death by the people.

 20 And the people saw it, and did witness of it, and were angry with him because of his power; and he did also do amany more miracles, in the sight of the people, in the name of Jesus.

 21 And it came to pass that the thirty and first year did pass away, and there were but few who were converted unto the Lord; but as many as were converted did truly signify unto the people that they had been avisited by the power and bSpirit of God, which was in Jesus Christ, in whom they believed.

 22 And as many as had devils cast out from them, and were ahealed of their sicknesses and their infirmities, did truly manifest unto the people that they had been wrought upon by the Spirit of God, and had been healed; and they did show forth signs also and did do some miracles among the people.

 23 Thus passed away the thirty and second year also. And Nephi did cry unto the people in the commencement of the thirty and third year; and he did preach unto them repentance and remission of sins.

 24 Now I would have you to remember also, that there were none who were brought unto arepentance who were not baptized with water.

 25 Therefore, there were ordained of Nephi, men unto this ministry, that all such as should come unto them should be abaptized with water, and this as a witness and a testimony before God, and unto the people, that they had repented and received a bremission of their sins.

 26 And there were many in the commencement of this year that were baptized unto repentance; and thus the more part of the year did pass away.


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Khlangwiset P.,University of Pittsburgh | Shephard G.S.,PROMEC Unit | Wu F.,University of Pittsburgh
Critical Reviews in Toxicology | Year: 2011

Aflatoxins, fungal toxins produced by Aspergillus flavus and Aspergillus parasiticus in a variety of food crops, are well known as potent human hepatocarcinogens. Relatively less highlighted in the literature is the association between aflatoxin and growth impairment in children. Foodborne aflatoxin exposure, especially through maize and groundnuts, is common in much of Africa and Asiaareas where childhood stunting and underweight are also common, due to a variety of possibly interacting factors such as enteric diseases, socioeconomic status, and suboptimal nutrition. The effects of aflatoxin on growth impairment in animals and human children are reviewed, including studies that assess aflatoxin exposure in utero and through breastfeeding. Childhood weaning diets in various regions of the world are briefly discussed. This review suggests that aflatoxin exposure and its association with growth impairment in children could contribute a significant public health burden in less developed countries. © 2011 Informa Healthcare USA, Inc. Source

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International Journal of Cancer | Year: 2010

Cancer incidence rates and patterns are reported for a rural population, living in the Eastern Cape Province of South Africa for the period 1998-2002. The population-based cancer registry has operated for 20 years, using both active and passive methods for case finding, through collaborations with 19 health facilities: 11 district hospitals, 7 referral hospitals and 1 regional laboratory. The age standardized incidence rates for all cancers were 73.1 per 100,000 in males and 64.1 per 100,000 in females. The leading top 5 cancers for males were oesophagus (32.7 per 100,000), lung (5.8 per 100,000), prostate (4.4 per 100,000), liver (4.4 per 100,000) and larynx (2.5 per 100,000) whereas for females they were cervix (21.7 per 100,000), oesophagus (20.2 per 100,000), breast (7.5 per 100,000), ovary (0.9 per 100,000) and liver (0.9 per 100,000). The incidence of Kaposi sarcoma was low, and higher for males (1.6 per 100,000) than females (0.3 per 100,000). Lung cancer in both males and females was relatively low compared to the high incidence of oesophagus cancer. © 2010 UICC. Source

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Mycopathologia | Year: 2011

Fifty-one maize samples, intended for animal feed and human consumption, were collected from the four main maize production provinces in Iran and analyzed by high-performance liquid chromatography (HPLC) for contamination by four naturally occurring aflatoxin analogues (AFB1, AFB2, AFG1, and AFG2). AFB1 was detected in 58.3, and 80% of the maize samples obtained from Kermanshah and Mazandaran provinces, respectively. The maximum AFB1 (276.3 μg/kg) and highest level of total aflatoxins (AFT) (316.9 μg/kg) were detected in a maize sample collected from Kermanshah province. The mean aflatoxin level from contaminated samples (52.60 μg/kg) from Kermanshah was significantly higher (P < 0.0001) than those in maize from the other three provinces and exceeded all the maximum tolerated levels (MTLs) set for AFT in maize. The level of AFB1 in 15.68% of the total samples was above the MTL (5 μg/kg) for AFB1 in maize in Iran. The mean contamination level of AFT (23.86 μg/kg) in the positive samples was higher than MTL for maize in Iran (20 μg/kg) intended for animal feed. The levels of AFB1, AFB2, AFG1, and AFG2 ranged between not detected (<0.1 μg/kg) and 276.3, 30.4, 9.1, and 1.1 μg/kg in maize grain, respectively. © 2011 Springer Science+Business Media B.V. Source

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Journal of Steroid Biochemistry and Molecular Biology | Year: 2012

The steroid hormone output of the adrenal gland is crucial in the maintenance of hormonal homeostasis, with hormonal imbalances being associated with numerous clinical conditions which include, amongst others, hypertension, metabolic syndrome, cardiovascular disease, insulin resistance and type 2 diabetes. Aspalathus linearis (Rooibos), which has been reported to aid stress-related symptoms linked to metabolic diseases, contains a wide spectrum of bioactive phenolic compounds of which aspalathin is unique. In this study the inhibitory effects of Rooibos and the dihydrochalcones, aspalathin and nothofagin, were investigated on adrenal steroidogenesis. The activities of both cytochrome P450 17α-hydroxylase/17,20 lyase and cytochrome P450 21-hydroxylase were significantly inhibited in COS-1 cells. In order to study the effect of these compounds in H295R cells, a human adrenal carcinoma cell line, a novel UPLC-MS/MS method was developed for the detection and quantification of twenty-one steroid metabolites using a single chromatographic separation. Under both basal and forskolin-stimulated conditions, the total amount of steroids produced in H295R cells significantly decreased in the presence of Rooibos, aspalathin and nothofagin. Under stimulated conditions, Rooibos decreased the total steroid output 4-fold and resulted in a significant reduction of aldosterone and cortisol precursors. Dehydroepiandrosterone-sulfate levels were unchanged, while the levels of androstenedione (A4) and 11β-hydroxyandrostenedione (11βOH-A4) were inhibited 5.5 and 2.3-fold, respectively. Quantification of 11βOH-A4 showed this metabolite to be a major product of steroidogenesis in H295R cells and we confirm, for the first time, that this steroid metabolite is the product of the hydroxylation of A4 by human cytochrome P450 11β-hydroxylase. Taken together our results demonstrate that Rooibos, aspalathin and nothofagin influence steroid hormone biosynthesis and the flux through the mineralocorticoid, glucocorticoid and androgen pathways, thus possibly contributing to the alleviation of negative effects arising from elevated glucocorticoid levels. © 2011 Elsevier Ltd. All rights reserved. Source

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World Mycotoxin Journal | Year: 2013

Maize is the predominant food source contaminated by fumonisins and this has particular health risks for communities consuming maize as a staple diet. The main biochemical effect of fumonisins is the inhibition of ceramide biosynthesis causing an increase in sphingoid bases and sphingoid base 1-phosphates and a depletion of the complex sphingolipids, thereby disrupting lipid metabolism and sphingolipid-mediated processes and signalling systems. Attempts to use the elevation of sphinganine as a human biomarker of fumonisin exposure have to date been unsuccessful. Consequently, recent research has focussed on developing a urinary exposure biomarker based on the measurement of the nonmetabolised toxin. In animals, fumonisins are poorly absorbed in the gut and are mostly excreted unmetabolised in faeces, with only a small percentage (0.25-2.0%) in urine. This appears to also be true in humans were fumonisin B1 (FB1) is detectable in urine soon after exposure, but in very small amounts relative to total intake. However, with modern sensitive and selective analytical methods such as liquid chromatography-tandem mass spectrometry, these low levels can be readily determined. The first study to show a positive correlation between consumption of maize and urinary FB 1 was conducted in a Mexican population consuming tortillas as a staple food. Further validation of this relationship was achieved in a South African subsistence farming community with a positive correlation between urinary FB1 and fumonisin exposure, as assessed by food analysis and food intake data. The most recent developments are aimed at measuring multiple mycotoxin biomarkers in urine, including FB1. Current exposure studies in Guatemala are combining the urinary biomarker with measurement of sphinganine-1-phosphate in blood spots as a measure of biochemical effect. Thus, the urinary FB1 biomarker could contribute considerably in assessing the adverse health impact of fumonisin exposure. Source

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:*MMPH* *SHHLLUUUUURRPLE* M-my name....my name is Corona, Unicorn from the Elysian Fields." she replied, finally moving away from the bobbing tit-towers and granting further attention to the throbbing cunt drooling by her own thighs. Unicorn? That was unusual. They were almost as rare as male Fae.

"*SLLLISSSLP* M-my kind h-has a natural ability...to ass...ass...assume a humanoid shape...*NNNGH*! Love your tits!" Interesting; most Unicorns got jobs as park rangers, or nature guides, not that many in higher education; they were apparently quite shy.

"*SLURP* Prefer...humanoid form....more sex this way....Y-you can call me Cori," replied the unicorn, right before her tongue plunged deeply into the sopping cunt before her, impeding further conversation. Violet quivered and gurgled with pleasure. Her breasts were practically leaping from the vibrations, Cori's grasping hands had to struggle to contain them.

With a resounding pop, the Unicorn girl removed her tongue from the throbbing womanhood before her, and gazed into those slippery depths with a look of determination.

"K-keep going, Bitch! Or I'll send you...to the glue factory!" chided Violet, gasping as a sheen of sweat covered her tanned skin. Taking no notice of the jibe, Cori closed her eyes, and a small, soft glow was seen upon the gold starburst shape on her forehead. Yes...it was swelling...there was a small protrusion...growing...lengthening...twisting... A Horn! She was growing a horn! Sure enough, in seconds a golden, conical, spiral horn about 10-inches long had emerged from Cori's forehead.

"Oh no...no you're not...there's no wayy-ay-yay-YAAAAAH!"

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It was too late, the golden horn slid easily into the open pussy before it. The walls echoed with the sound of Violet's beastial howling. But...but....it was incredible! The horn...it was sharp and pointed, but instead of injury, waves of painful pleasure washed over the enraptured human.

It sort of made sense; according to ancient legend, the horn of the Unicorn had miraculous healing magic. But Cori had found another use for it. Even as the point tore into the tenderest of tender flesh within her,Violet could feel the magic healing her at the same time! Piercing, healing, tearing, and regenerating just as fast! She pulled back, and rammed her forehead into the moist chasm like a lusty piston. And the orgasms that resulted, at long last, were too much to bear.

"*SCHLUCK*Too...too late to complain human..." growled the Unicorn. *SCHLUCK*"This...is what you get! What did...you think was...was going to happen...*SCHLUCK* when you barged in here, *SCHLUCK* waving your...giant, naked tits...in my*SCHLUCK* face like that! Y-Your own fault!*SCHLUCK*"

"I-Ive no one to blame....but myself..." moaned Violet.

Gurgling with insane lust, Violet's legs encircled the thrusting unicorn girl, unable to resist. Unable to think, unable to feel anything but the conflicting sensations that sent her mind into meltdown. She could hear howls from Cori's own lips; perhaps the Horn was an erogenous zone for Unicorns. It truly was remarkable; with a smooth layer of downy hairs, giving it a velvety, felt texture as it reamed her. The shimmering blond tail above the girl's bubble-ass whipped and thrashed as she too climaxed amidst screams more animal than human.

"S-so...wh-what's your m-major? Pussy-licking?"

"Actually.....it's....Veterinary Medicine..."

"Oh, that's....logical." And Violet passed out, at long last.

She was gigantic; a goddess. She strode proudly over the land; exulting in her brazen nudity. Of course, it was a dream, but an interesting one. Violet could sometimes realize in the midst of a dream that she was in fact dreaming; but this...this might be better than reality!

She had to be almost 100-feet tall, totally naked...boobs were the same ridiculous proportion as before. She felt a great pressure, both within breasts that now seemed to be the size of semi-trucks, and within her moist pussy.

The land itself was dry; a barren and lifeless dreamscape of parched earth without so much as a rattlesnake to break the silence. The land...it was waiting...hungering...for...for her! Yes...

And her breasts quivered, fire-hydrant-sized nipples shook and puckered...With a resounding grunt that echoed throughout the dreamscape, the torrent began. Great, ivory gouts of splashing milk exploded from Violet's titanic tits. Dozens...hundreds of gallons blasted forth from hardening nipples. The exhilaration was heavenly.

And as the sheets of rich milk flowed across the plain, in the blink of an eye, vegetation appeared. Palm fronds and lush grasses bloomed in less than a second, jungles of prodigious vegetation blanketing the land wherever the ivory nourishment landed. But....her pussy..Soon, in seconds, her belly swelled until she was mountainously pregnant.Violet reached a giant hand to caress her moist folds...She had to reach around the massive dome of a colossal womb that could have held the University water tower. Pressure...building pressure within her womanly depths...and not from the hordes of infants she could feel kicking within her...

"Ahhhh..." with a throaty moan, she felt release. A sluice of...of cum slipped out of her throbbing snatch. Followed by another. Gallons of pearly, male cum were spewing from her lower lips, splattering upon the rapidly greening ground. Animals appeared. Birds, buffallo, rodents of all types, all sprouted up miraculously from where the cum-drops pummeled the ground. She was the Goddess of Fertility, the lifeblood of her dream-world. The torrential downpour of her fecund fluids was kindling a verdant paradise.

And she saw it...A glistening, golden tower, with a spiraling, conical horn. Without thinking, she strode over towards it, animals scurrying away from her gigantic tread, even as her body continued to engender new life. She raised her wobbling, pregnant form over the point, and plunged herself upon it. The land shook with the force of her yell, and she announced to the dream-world:

"I must be one sick bitch!" What a whacked-out dream. Probably time for her to wake up.

Had...had to escape. That dream was really the only respite she'd had. She awoke throughout the afternoon to find Cori slurping and suckling her tits with a fanatical fervor; the unicorn girl was insatiable! She had clearly created a monster. The look in her silvery eyes remined Violet of the look reflected in the eyes of a prowling lion on the Nature channel.

Violet tried to resist; but her tits had become more sensitive than she ever believed possible; a bit of fondling, a bit of licking, and a love-bite upon a nipple, and the busty human collapsed with orgiastic delight. And then, the supernatural slut would grow that golden horn, and impale it in Violet's moistening pussy; leaving it there. Her flesh was pierced, and healed at the same time, the sensations becoming so intense that her over-taxed nervous system seemed to shut down, causing her to faint with pleasure yet again.

By the time she slipped away from the unconscious Fae, both of them covered in girl-cum, her Midget-sized boobs were covered in a mixture of saliva and yet more womanly juices; leaving her to wonder in shock at what the Unicorn was doing to her while unconscious. She was so tender! she could see the outlines of teeth-marks upon her wobbly titflesh, and her nipples stung from the constant nibbling. Even jogging through the park with 40-pound breasts didn't exhaust so much as she was now! Well, she had brought this on herself.

But now, a nymphomanic lesbian roommate were the least of her troubles. She...she could feel the quivering. Violet had hastily donned a bathrobe and squeezed her bosomy bulk into a stall in the ladies' room, fear and dread clouding her thoughts. No! It...it can't be! But sure enough, she felt that familiar, quaking tingle....just like the sensations in high school...when her breasts betrayed her.

Yes, there was no doubt, as Violet sat in the stall, her super-boobs quaked and shook just as they had that day they had exploded in size! The erotic tingling was the same; inspite of herself, the co-ed's pussy moistened yet again.

"NO! This is not happening! My breasts are done growing! A double K is big enough!" She placed her hands upon her quavering mounds as if to hold them back. "I will not let you Girls grow any....anymore..." she gasped desperately. But there was no doubt; inch-by-inch, she could feel her mountains blossoming yet larger. It was slow, but undeniable. And would be blatantly obvious should anyone see her! Even now, she noticed that the neckline on her lavender bathrobe was being pulled further...further down, unveiling a sloping valley of luscious cleavage promising paradise to whoever was able to savor them.

*UNNGH*...*NAAAH!* Just as she remembered it! Feeling her own breasts growing inches in seconds was the most erotic sensation she had ever experienced! She had tried not to dwell on the pleasure; she tried instead not to remember the cascading orgasms, tried only to remember the inconvenience! Her female juices dripped upon the floor, as her breasts far surpassed mere beachballs.

She had to escape the stall! While she still could! She popped out of the now confining area, and rushed back into the hallway; leaning back against the wall as she waited for her shimmying boobs to cease their frantic wobbling; the weight enough to imbalance her. Still...they were heavy but...very little sag, almost none in fact! The bathrobe was hiked up her athletic legs, looking more like a skirt as she struggled to rein in the creeping expansion of her magical tits. Violet grit her teeth amidst the orgasms. Bosoms thrust forward like fleshy torpedoes, as if flaunting their buoyant prowess to all the world. Waves of renewed lust crashed over her...and Violet slid to her knees amidst heavy moaning.

"C-cock....need it...."she breathed. She could feel the urges, in her bones, in her blood, in her boobs. Ms. Unicorn co-ed had been a unique experience, but Violet could no longer deny the primal call within her, the aching lust for a man's cock rutting away inside her hungry cunt. It was a primal, animal need; the fact that it must be the result of magic made is seem no less real or urgent. She used her boobs to cushion herself, by now they had to be....well...they were about the diameter of a hula-hoop! And she felt every single hair upon the velvet of her bathrobe tormenting her hyper-sensitive flesh.

"H-hello?" came a voice from around the corner of the hallway. It sounded...familiar...

"I...I'm sorry about today, I..." It was that gauking Freshman-Boy! What did he think he was doing here? Violet noticed that he made a special effort to avoid staring at her tits.

"I...you'll be mad...but I just wanted to...start over.." he stammered. In order to avoid the billowing mountains of titflesh, he had to angle his head towards the ceiling. The kid was determined! While he tried to look away, Violet found her gaze centered upon his cock, clearly hardening within his jeans.

Well, she shouldn't be such a bitch to every guy she met. In fact, his fumblings were kinda sweet. Yeah, and he...he...she was as horny as penitentiary cellblock!

"C-can I help you up?" he reached out a hand. She hoisted herself up, and appraised him as though he were a slab of meat in the butcher-shop.

"H-Hi, m-my name's-"

"SUCK!" demanded Violet, as she pulled him into her boobs.She nestled his head and shoulders into her cleavage while removing his clothes; grunting at the tingling from her newly-

sensitized flesh. But wait...what.oh no...her breasts...they...they were not yet done! That heavy pressure...building...growing...Freshman Boy's lips found a gorgeous, overgrown nipple, and his lick was rewarded with a dribble of moisture!

"Wh-Milk?" he stammered. No! Not this too! She thought she was done with lactation! Her breasts weren't supposed to be producing milk anymore! It was a chronic problem these days among women with 'beach-ball boobs'. So many clothes ruined! She was taking 5 doses of Lac-Gone every day! The most she could afford! It was guaranteed to dry her up! Damn!

"Damn...So sweet..*SLURRK* So...good..." Explosions of pleasure seared up and down her spine as his tongue danced over her nipple. What was she going to do? She'd better figure it out faster; the pleasure was crowding out her thoughts. Wait...what was...that sound...Voices from her room...Familiar voices....Violet angled her head to listen, as Freshman- Boy absorbed himself in the pliant heaven of nourishment before him.

"Do you not feel a leetle geelty?" spoke a familiar, thickly-accented male voice.

"Ha! Had you only savored her tits Dmitri, you would have no regrets!" said a feminine voice. It was her roommate Cori! What was that slut up to now?

"But thees deception; thee humans may not trust us eef we take thees course."

"You overestimate our peril, My friend. It is a simple exchange."

"Yes, yes, beeger teets for human women, as you have said." It was that satyr guy that tried to hit on her today! Cori knew him?

"And we shall all become yet more fertile." she said matter-of-factly.

"But thees is dangerous, my little filly. Preetending to be humans and geeving out faulty breast-growth potions to desparate weemen over the eenternet; knowing their deesire, we take advantage of them, and that ees reesky."

"Oh no, Dmitri. The potion we secretely released is a work of art! One out every ten human women that drink it grow beach-ball boobs; the rest gain merely two cup-sizes! Hardly faulty, It is a masterful work of sorcery!" cooed the lusty unicorn.

"But what weell Violet do when she deescovers that she drank one of our special potions, and why has she not fully manifested?"

"I know not, but after the orgasms she received, it should not be long now. Perhaps she is a prude, and has never allowed herself pleasures of the flesh since she drank it." This had gone on long enough!

"AHAAH!" Screamed Violet, yanking her spurting boobs from Freshman-Boy, Confronting the Fae in her dorm room. "You deceitful bastards!" Even in her aroused state, she was still a bit stunned at the lurid scene before her:

The Satyr, 'Dmitri' was completely naked, as was Cori, with the door wide open. The satyr had human legs, but his muscled frame was extremely hairy. Nonetheless, a chiseled physique was still evident. Violet's pussy as well as her gargantuan boobs dribbled upon the ground at the sight of him. The unicorn, her humanoid form still covered in sweat, saliva, and pussy-juice knelt before a foot-long magical cock; licking it gingerly. The pair were unashamed, unabashed in their brazen nakedness.

Violet wasn't quite sure how it all happened; she only knew she couldn't possible resist. She had made a solemn promise before enrolling in Madison University that she would not allow her tits to rule her life. Surely; that promise was broken now. The busty pre-med major found that even the wind blowing across her nipples was titillating. Much less that rough hands and tickling tongues of these two Fae.

"Wh-what...what did your...potion....do to me...exactly..." she managed to stammer, as both pairs of lips drank deeply from her ever-hardening nipples.

"*GLNK* *SHLURP* See the results for yourself!" proclaimed Cori, as she backed away a bit, on hands and knees from Violet's gushing mammary. Freshman Boy was groaning and grunting; his lean and lanky body was being replaced by rippling muscles and a greater cock; sparkling motes of light shone in the air about him, the tell-tale signature of magical transformation.

"Your boobs *SMACK* weell geeve*SHLRPLE* new hope to the Fae races." announced Dmitri, as he suckled with his lips, and teased her with his unholy cock, grazing it across the pulsing lips of Violet's yearning womanhood, dipping it gingerly in the fragrant juices that boiled up from her moist depths.

"Dmitri was worried," declared Cori, as she kneeled on the ground, ass in the air. "I understand his fears." The luscious Fae lifted one hand and raised her blond tail above her ass, exposing for the ensorceled human behind her the throbbing lips of her enchanted cunt; flagrantly beckoning with a doggy-style allure to any available cocks.

"We Fae are not self-sufficient, we need humanity; especially the cocks of your men." explained Cori, and if her earlier display was insufficient, she jiggled the bulbous globes of her ample ass to proclaim her lust. Freshman-Boy, magically transformed into an impressive hunk, needed no further invitation.

"I'm out to Stud!" she shouted, as she felt the rapture of human cock, rocketing into her willing pussy. Freshmen Boy practically wept with joy; caressing skin smooth as a flower petal, fondling boobs as large as bowling balls, as soft as silken marshmellows.

"There's....no way...you can't...can't fit that monster inside me..." moaned Violet, tits dribbling, pussy throbbing, as Dmitri prepared to impale her with his impossible member.

"Ah my precious rose, but you can." And he demonstrated. With a long, deep thrust. And her world exploded.

Perhaps it made sense; after the reaming she got from that regenerating horn, her pussy could have easily been stretched and enlarged. And Dmitri's enchanted member was a perfect fit.

"You see dear one, the Myth means notheeng by itself, Fantasy requires reality to compare eetself weeth." Violet hardly cared about myths; Dmitri's cock was real enough!

"He means...*YAAANGH*...That the Fae require...*UURGH*...a connection with...with...your cock..so good... The m-material world! *EEEYAAAH*"

"Weethout *SHLURP* you, we cannot survive." Dmitri's cock luridly reamed the jiggling human. It was too much; while the experience of Cori's horn had been remarkable, the painful pleasure was not quite the same as real, live dick. Fires of passion simmered within Violet that she hadn't known existed; so much so that she almost regretted not being able to focus on the explanation the Fae were giving. Dmitri hoisted the human in the air, supporting her ass with his rippling arms, as he lowered her glistening snatch onto his mammoth prod.

"Our birth rate drops, our magic fails us, thee Fae were dyeeng out before the Ceelestial Conjuction. *SHLURP* When a man of Fairy finds a human cunt to carry his seed, he finds his future."*SHLURP* Cori felt the need to chime in.

"And...*THLUCK* when a Fae cunt is filled with the sperm *THLUCK* from a human cock, Hope is kindled therein."*THLUCK* Ironically, The wanton unicorn chose that moment to disengage from her lover with a loud slurp.

"H-hey, I wasn't done yet!" protested Freshman-Boy. But Cori had...oh no...that blasted horn again...what was the bitch going to do now? She laughed musically, cocked back her head, and with throaty yell....

*SHLLOOMP!* "My Ass! You BIIIITCH!!!" Sure enough, Violet's muscled ass was impaled by the golden horn! Cori's aim had been perfect! The conflicting sensations; assaults from behind and in front, sent her into a gurgling, spasming, seizure of orgasmic fury, as both orifices received the onslaught of their lives. The unicorn's agile tongue meanwhile slithered and slurped between Violet's legs, grazing the back end of her well-used pussy. Twin streams of glistening milk erupted from her hula-boobs to further saturate the bedding with moisture; accompanied by a piercing scream.

But Freshman-Boy wasn't done yet, He leaped upon the unicorn-girl, and resumed his exploration of that slippery inferno; which immediately churned about his turgid rod like a dynamo of erotic energy.

"YAHAAAAH!....Y-your boobs...now produce....f-fertility potion....*UNNGH* Fae...need...a a new...baby boom!" Freshmen-Boy was the only one able to see the meaning of this admission; Violet was in no position to notice anything beyond the crippling pleasures that assaulted her.

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