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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2725 on: August 16, 2012, 03:42:49 PM »
This song is like observing the crazy world from space


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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2726 on: August 16, 2012, 03:59:14 PM »
New Fucking Wave!!!

Sting is just a murdering dat bass brother 8)



Nice Police song, never heard this one.

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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2727 on: August 17, 2012, 06:47:30 AM »
how many Jane's do you know?

me? i've known quite a few...


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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2728 on: August 17, 2012, 04:21:57 PM »
Just keep hitting repeat on this song...the ultimate Soul Train Line song
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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2729 on: August 17, 2012, 04:27:49 PM »


At the age of 23, six foot tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed Andrew Schreiber had reason to be pleased with his life. He had always been an outdoors type so his job as assistant baseball coach at Newman University in Wichita, Kansas, suited him perfectly. He says he has been a baseball enthusiast "since I could walk. I usually play catcher so I can be involved in every play, every pitch." When he's not catching a ball on a diamond field, he's often putting one on a golf course.

On the chilly night of December 8, 2000, the strapping bachelor feared his life would come to an abrupt end.

He was at a Kum & Go convenience store when two young black men approached him and brandished a gun. They ordered him into his own car. As his heart hammered, the men told him to drive to various ATMs where they forced him to withdraw $800. Later Schreiber said, "I was just hoping if I did what they said, they'd let me live."

They did. The assailants released him in a field, physically unharmed but badly shaken. They shot out the tires of his vehicle, then jumped in another car and sped away.

Schreiber had no way of knowing that he was the first victim in a crime spree of escalating violence that would culminate in a night of grotesque violence aptly called the "Wichita Horror."



Ann Walenta, victim
The next victim of that crime spree was fair-skinned, bespectacled, and red-haired Ann Walenta. A youthful-looking 55-year-old, she was a cellist and librarian with the Wichita Symphony Orchestra. As orchestra librarian, she was responsible for ordering and keeping track of its music.

Classical music was the great love of Walenta's life, coming just after her husband and two grown children. It was a love she enjoyed bringing to others, which was one reason she had worked for a group that taught classical music to young black people.

Walenta and her husband lived in a comfortable single-story dwelling in a quiet, upscale neighborhood, the kind people move to hoping to avoid crime. At about 9:30 p.m. on the cold, dry night of December 11, she returned home after a rehearsal with the Wichita Symphony Orchestra and parked her sport-utility vehicle in front of her house.

A man approached her. "I need some help," he said. Then he pulled a gun and ordered, "Don't move the car!"

The panicked woman started to drive away but gunfire shattered the glass of the car window and ripped through her body. Severely wounded but still conscious, she pressed her car's horn. Its incessant blare drew the attention of a neighbor who called 911.

Walenta survived for several days. She recovered consciousness and spoke with police from her hospital bed before dying of her injuries. While she was still clinging to life, her murderers would commit an even greater outrage.

It was snowing on the night of December 14, 2000, when 25-year-old schoolteacher H.G. (she is identified only by her initials in deference to the custom protecting the privacy of living sex crime victims) slid behind the wheel of her red Toyota Paseo. Her dear schnauzer, Nikki, sat beside her on the passenger seat.



Jason Befort, victim
H.G. looked forward to a pleasant evening with close friends and a night with the man she loved. That man was bespectacled and handsome Jason Befort, 26, who taught science at Augusta High School and coached the boys' junior varsity basketball team. He was a popular teacher with a flamboyant streak expressed in the bright blue shoes he habitually wore.

PICTURE 3

Befort shared a triplex with two other young men, Brad Heyka, 27, and Aaron Sander, 29. Heyka worked for petroleum and chemical conglomerate Koch Industries, where he was a valued employee thought to have a bright future. The chubby man with the winning smile and lively sense of humor had earned three promotions in as many years.



Aaron Sander, victim
Sander was a slender, fresh-faced man who looked younger than his years. A devout Roman Catholic, he had recently quit Koch because he felt called to the priesthood.

H.G. arrived at her beau's 12727 Birchwood Dr. home at about 8:30 p.m. Having her own key, she let herself inside the condominium. She saw Heyka and Sander but not Befort.



Heather Muller, victim
First Heather Muller, 25, then Befort, joined the group. Muller was a pretty woman who wore her light brown hair in a pageboy and attended graduate school at Wichita State University. She and Sander had dated, drawn to each other in part because of their shared commitment to the Roman Catholic Church. That piety had also led to their recent break-up as a couple since Sander wanted to enter the priesthood. They remained close friends and Muller was starting to feel that, like Sander, she might have a religious vocation and spoke of becoming a nun.

Befort was in love with H. G. and wanted to marry her but had not yet worked up the nerve to "pop the question." He had recently bought an engagement ring for her and, at the same time, purchased a book on how to propose.

The five friends watched TV, ate dinner, and made conversation before heading off to their various beds.

Befort and H.G. were snuggling together under the sheets when the porch light suddenly came on. "Don't tell me I have to get up and turn off the light again," Befort said irritably.

H.G. heard Sander talking with someone. The voices were muffled so she assumed he was chatting with Muller. H.G. turned to look at the digital clock and could not make it out completely because her boyfriend's head was in the way but saw that it was sometime after 11:00 p.m.

The bedroom was in semi-darkness when its door burst open. Befort screamed.

A tall black male pointing a gun stood in the doorway. He came into the room and tore the covers off the bed in which H.G. and Jason were lying. Then a second black man, also armed with a gun, led Sander into the room. Since the room was cloaked in darkness, it was hard for H.G. to physically differentiate between the intruders except to see that the second man was not as tall or thickly built as the first. The shorter man shoved Sander onto the bed.

Little Nikki growled and bared her teeth.

"Grab your dog," one of the invaders said, "or we'll shoot her."

"Who else is here?" the other man demanded. The terrified victims told of Heyka and Muller. One of the attackers headed down the stairs while the other guarded H.G., Befort, and Sander.

Clad in a white undershirt and a pair of boxers, Heyka was brought up into the bedroom. The intruder then left, retrieved a fully clothed Muller and brought her to the room.

"Get undressed!" an intruder ordered.

 

 

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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2730 on: August 17, 2012, 04:43:52 PM »
Ordeal by Rape


All five took their clothes off.

The shorter man left his partner to guard the victims while he checked out the house.

"Do you have any money?" the taller gunman asked the now-naked group.

Eager to cooperate, the desperate victims begged him to "take our money!"

He asked who had ATM cards. Each victim raised a hand and told him the amount. Lights were switched on in the living room area.

"Where's the safe?" the taller man asked.

The men who lived there said there was no safe and the robber replied, "In a house this nice there has to be a safe!"

The shorter man returned to the room. Muller and H.G. were ordered to go to the wet bar area located just outside Jason's bedroom.

A hideous sexual orgy began. The women were commanded to perform oral sex and digital penetration on each other. Then Muller was taken back to the bedroom and Heyka ordered into the wet bar where he was told to have sexual intercourse with H.G. Unable to get an erection, he forced his soft penis into her.

The intruder expressed anger over Heyka's inability to get an erection.

Heyka was told to stop, then led out of the room. Befort was brought into the wet bar and ordered to have intercourse with H.G. He pushed his flaccid organ into her vagina.

Then one of the intruders said, "That's his girl. Don't let him do it with his girl."

He was returned to the bedroom and Sander brought into the wet bar and told to have sex with H.G. "I can't do it," he pleaded. They told him he had to and one of them hit him in the back of the head with the butt of his gun.

Sander pushed his limp penis into H.G.'s vagina and went through the motions of intercourse.

The attackers directed H.G. to leave the bar area. She accompanied them back to the bedroom. They ordered her into the closet where she joined Befort and Heyka. The victims were told not to speak. The folding doors of the closet were shut on three naked, frightened people.

Muller and Sander were commanded to go to enter the wet bar.

The intruders again ordered Sander to get an erection and again he said he could not. He was told he had until 11:54 to "get hard." The angry captor counted the minutes from 11:52 to 11:54.

When the time was up, the man beat Sander, probably with a golf club from the residence.

They took Sander to the closet and ordered Befort out of it. During that time, H.G. could hear Muller moaning in pain. Some minutes passed and Befort was brought back to the closet.

The intruders led Heyka out of the closet and ordered him to have intercourse with Muller.

When he was brought back to the closet, the attackers told the victims they were going to ATM machines to withdraw funds. The victims were allowed out of the closet and told to get their car keys. In their confusion, Heyka, H.G., and Muller were unable to find them. Angered, the captors threatened to "pop" someone unless they located their keys.

Befort found the keys to his silver Dodge Dakota truck atop the entertainment center in his room.

H.G. was able to see the intruders more clearly. The taller man wore a black coat she thought was made of leather. He also had black leather gloves on his hands. The shorter man had what she called "poofy" hair styled in clumps.

Befort was ordered to dress and accompany the taller man while the shorter guarded the other four.

The captor staying behind ordered H. G. to prepare herself for sex. She complied, masturbating to try to get her vagina lubricated. While she was on the floor, she heard him unzipping his pants and saw his gun lying about two feet away from her. Her hand itched to grab it but she feared she would not be quick enough to get it before he could. Having little experience with firearms, she was uncertain she would even be able to shoot it. She thought he might take it away from her and kill her right then so she did not take the chance. H.G. had made up her mind that no matter what humiliations she had to endure, she was going to survive this ordeal if it was at all possible.

She was raped for about five minutes. Then he took her back to the closet and brought Muller out of it. The captives obeyed the order not to talk but Sander could not help weeping as he heard Muller's pained moans.

The taller man returned to the house with Befort in tow. Befort was ordered to strip again. In the closet, for the first time, a tearful Sander disobeyed the order not to speak to his fellow victims. He whispered to Heyka: "Do you think they're going to kill us?" Heyka did not respond.

Heyka was allowed to dress, then taken from the home.

When he was brought back, the taller man opened the closet door and asked, "Who's next?"

H. G. stood up. Sander said, "No, I'll go." But he sat down when H.G. continued making preparations for her trip. She was not permitted to get fully dressed as the men had been but was allowed to put on only a sweater. She walked into the freezing night naked from the waist down, her bare feet in the snow.

The kidnapper escorted her to Befort's truck. Without speaking, he waved a gloved hand at the driver's side door to indicate that she should drive. She backed the truck out of the icy driveway and turned towards 127th Street.

He asked her what his crime partner had done with her and she said he had forced her to have sex with him.

The captor laughed. "Did you like it?" he asked.

"Yes," the victim replied, hoping not to anger him.

He asked if she had ever been with a black man before and H.G. said she had not. Then he asked if the rapist was "better" than her boyfriend was. Again she said, "yes."

Did she like being with a girl? He wanted to know.

"No," she replied.

"Baby, that's all right," he said, "you ain't got to lie to me."

H.G. drove without speaking, then blurted out, "Are you going to shoot us?"

"No," he replied.

"You know," a desperate H.G. continued, "you can have whatever you want. Please don't hurt us. Do you promise you're not going to shoot us or kill us?"

"Yeah," he said.

She stopped the truck in front of a drive-up ATM machine then rolled the window down on her side of the vehicle and started to use her card to withdraw money. The man put his gloved hand on her sex organ and rubbed. Startled, H.G. fell against the window. When she recovered her balance, she handed him the money.

Then she drove in silence while he channel surfed the radio.

Sometime during the trip, he told H.G. he wished the two had met under different circumstances. He said she was cute and he thought the two of them would have hit it off.

"Yeah, me too," she said.

He swore when asking her what she meant.

"Well, I'm not really having a good time," she explained honestly.

H.G. parked the truck in the driveway at 12727 Birchwood Dr. The pair walked back into the house. He ordered Sander to accompany him.

Muller was sitting on the floor by the wet bar area. She was the only one of the victims who would not be taken to an ATM that night. H.G. did not make eye contact with Muller but remembered her as looking "spaced out, shocked."

After the shorter captor walked H.G. to the closet and put her in with Heyka and Befort, he shut the door on the three.

"What is Weller's?" he asked Muller.

"It's whiskey," she replied.

There were the sounds of a drink being made. The closet door opened and the intruder asked if anyone wanted a drink. All three said they did not. He had found a muzzle for Nikki in her basket under the sink and threw that in the closet. H.G. put it on her dog as he shut the closet door.

There were sounds like a jug full of change being shaken. The captor asked, "Whose is this?"

Muller told him it was probably H.G.'s but "she doesn't know about it yet."

It was the diamond ring with which Befort had planned to surprise her.

Eventually Sander and the other captor returned to the home.

The taller captor summoned H.G. from the closet and took her to the dining room. He noticed her earrings. "What are those?" he asked.

"They're fake," she said. "You know, you can have them if you want them." She pulled them off her ears.

"No, I don't want them," he replied.

She left the earrings on top of a stack of boxes containing Christmas decorations.

Then he said something she could not remember but that scared her, causing her to jerk.

"Relax," he said. "We're not going to shoot you yet."

Terror seized her at this betrayal of the promise of not shooting them at all.

He ordered her to get down on all fours. Then he raped her, first vaginally and then orally.

After these rapes, the man made H.G. accompany him to the bathroom where his partner was raping Muller. "Hold on," the rapist in the bathroom said, "I'm not done."

When he was "done," he indicated with a motion that H.G. should come into the bathroom with him. Then he raped her. For the first time, H.G. noticed that the shorter man was wearing a black leather jacket, an orange and black FUBU sweater, jeans, and tan hiking boots.

After this rape, H.G. thought he might have removed a condom although she never saw it but only heard him flush the toilet.

Then the women were directed to exit the bathroom and go to the area of the wet bar and sit on the floor. The invaders spoke softly between themselves. The taller man went downstairs, then came back up. The two whispered again and H.G. made out the words "big screen."

 

 

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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2731 on: August 18, 2012, 02:28:38 AM »

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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2732 on: August 18, 2012, 12:27:05 PM »
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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2733 on: August 19, 2012, 12:06:20 PM »

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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2734 on: August 19, 2012, 04:43:53 PM »
"Call on me, coz I love you
you know I do, you love me too" :)


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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2735 on: August 20, 2012, 11:00:30 AM »

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« Reply #2736 on: August 20, 2012, 05:21:10 PM »
so so very nice 8)


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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2737 on: August 20, 2012, 07:01:48 PM »
"Call on me, coz I love you
you know I do, you love me too" :)


Very good tune...Chicago was such an awesome band!!!!

Why the hell aren't they in the rock n roll hall of fame????

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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2738 on: August 20, 2012, 07:03:20 PM »
 "Give Me The Night".....George Benson.

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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2745 on: August 27, 2012, 01:16:29 PM »


HN looks very much like a former girlfriend of mine... :D

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« Reply #2746 on: August 27, 2012, 01:44:25 PM »


HN looks very much like a former girlfriend of mine... :D

I once missed her appearance on a festifal because I left my bag in a train >:(

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Re: Parker's Bodyingbuilding Old Skool Jam of The Day...
« Reply #2747 on: August 27, 2012, 03:01:16 PM »
"he had the kind of body that would shame adonis, and a face that would make a man cry" :P :P :P

damn! i'm so fucking jealous of this dude >:( >:( >:(


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« Reply #2749 on: August 28, 2012, 03:25:53 PM »
nice brass here 8)

and what a masculine voice on this dude, he just sounds like someone who could and would beat some ass ;D