Mens Ties Long



Brian Boitano (USA) - 1986 World Figure Skating Championships, Men's Long Program



Burn


Burn


$7.99


She escaped the fire-but not the effects of the burn. Janeal has long felt trapped in her father's Gypsy culture. Then one night a powerful man named Salazar Sanso promises her the life she longs for-if she will help recover a vast sum of money tied to her father. When the plan implodes, Sanso and his men attack the gypsy settlement and burn it to the ground. During the blaze, Janeal is faced with a staggering choice. The impact of that moment changes her forever. As her past rises from the ashes, Janeal faces a new life-or-death choice. And this time, escape is not an option.

Burn


Burn


$3.74


She escaped the fire-but not the effects of the burn. Janeal has long felt trapped in her father's Gypsy culture. Then one night a powerful man named Salazar Sanso promises her the life she longs for-if she will help recover a vast sum of money tied to her father. When the plan implodes, Sanso and his men attack the gypsy settlement and burn it to the ground. During the blaze, Janeal is faced with a staggering choice. The impact of that moment changes her forever. As her past rises from the ashes, Janeal faces a new life-or-death choice. And this time, escape is not an option.

Burn


Burn


$15.99


She escaped the fire-but not the effects of the burn. Janeal has long felt trapped in her father's Gypsy culture. Then one night a powerful man named Salazar Sanso promises her the life she longs for-if she will help recover a vast sum of money tied to her father. When the plan implodes, Sanso and his men attack the gypsy settlement and burn it to the ground. During the blaze, Janeal is faced with a staggering choice. The impact of that moment changes her forever. As her past rises from the ashes, Janeal faces a new life-or-death choice. And this time, escape is not an option.

Beyond Conquest


Beyond Conquest


$26.8


By focusing on the complex cultural and political facets of Native resistance to encroachment on reservation lands during the eighteenth century in southern New England, Beyond Conquest reconceptualizes indigenous histories and debates over Native land rights. As Amy E. Den Ouden demonstrates, Mohegans, Pequots, and Niantics living on reservations in New London County, Connecticut- where the largest indigenous population in the colony resided- were under siege by colonists who employed various means to expropriate reserved lands. Natives were also subjected to the policies of a colonial government that sought to strictly control them and that undermined Native land rights by depicting reservation populations as culturally and politically illegitimate. Although colonial tactics of rule sometimes incited internal disputes among Native women and men, reservation communities and their leaders engaged in subtle and sometimes overt acts of resistance to dispossession, thus demonstrating the power of historical consciousness, cultural connections to land, and ties to local kin. The Mohegans, for example, boldly challenged colonial authority and its land encroachment policies in 1736 by holding a " great dance, " during which they publicly affirmed the leadership of Mahomet and, with the support of their Pequot and Niantic allies, articulated their intent to continue their legal case against the colony. Beyond Conquest demonstrates how the current Euroamerican scrutiny and denial of local Indian identities is a practice with a long history in southern New England, one linked to colonial notions of cultural- and ultimately " racial" - illegitimacy that emerged in the context of eighteenth-century disputes regarding Native land rights.

Chimpanzee Complete Adult Costume


Chimpanzee Complete Adult Costume


$119.99


Monkey around on Halloween in this amazingly realistic adult's complete Chimpanzee costume - you may even want a chaperone to make sure no one calls an animal wrangler. Great couples costume when paired with a zookeeper or circus master of ceremonies and fun for all sorts of pranks and monkey business any time of the year. The adult's complete Chimpanzee costume consists of a full-length, one-piece, long sleeve \nfaux fur black plush jumpsuit with an attached flesh \ntone chimp chest, black plush and flesh tone \ngloves, flesh tone 'feet' shoe covers and \nblack plush and flesh tone realistic chimp \nmask Closure (Zipper, Tie, Velcro…)- Jumpsuit: Back Opening, Neck Closure Materials/ Fabrics- Jumpsuit: Acrylic Wash/Care Instructions- Hand wash separately in cold water. \nOnly non-chlorine bleach when needed. \nLine dry. \nCool iron if needed.\n

Dawn


Dawn


$26.16


Sir Henry Rider Haggard KBE (1856-1925), born in Norfolk, England, was a Victorian writer of adventure novels set in locations considered exotic by readers in his native England. "Dawn" was his second novel.

American Dictators


American Dictators


$23.15


One man was tongue-tied and awkward around women, in many ways a mama's boy at heart, although his reputation for thuggery was well earned. The other was a playboy, full of easy charm and ready jokes, his appetite for high living a matter of public record. One man tolerated gangsters and bootleggers as long as they paid their dues to his organization. The other was effectively a gangster himself, so crooked that he hosted a national gathering of America's most ruthless killers. One man never drank alcohol. The other, from all evidence, seldom drank anything else. American Dictators is the dual biography of two of America?s greatest political bosses: Frank Hagueand Enoch? Nucky? Johnson. Packed with compelling information and written in an informal, sometimes humorous style, the book shows Hague and Johnson at the peak of their power and the strength of their political machines during the years of Prohibition and the Great Depression. Steven Hart compares how both men used their influence to benefit and punish the local citizenry, amass huge personal fortunes, and sometimes collaborate to trounce their enemies. Similar in their ruthlessness, both men were very different in appearance and temperament. Hague, the mayor of Jersey City, intimidated presidents and wielded unchallenged power for three decades. He never drank and was happily married to his wife for decades. He also allowed gangsters to run bootlegging and illegal gambling operations as long as they paid protection money. Johnson, the political boss of Atlantic City, and the inspiration for the hit HBO seriesBoardwalk Empire, presided over corruption as well, but for a shorter period of time. He was notorious for his decadent lifestyle. Essentially a gangster himself, Johnson hosted the infam

Dreamcatcher


Dreamcatcher


$9.85


Once upon a time, in the haunted city of Derry (site of the classics It and Insomnia), four boys stood together and did a brave thing. Certainly a good thing, perhaps even a great thing. Something that changed them in ways they could never begin to understand. Twenty-five years later, the boys are now men with separate lives and separate troubles. But the ties endure. Each hunting season the foursome reunite in the woods of Maine. This year, a stranger stumbles into their camp, disoriented, mumbling something about lights in the sky. His incoherent ravings prove to be dis-turbingly prescient. Before long, these men will be plunged into a horrifying struggle with a creature from another world. Their only chance of survival is locked in their shared past and in the Dreamcatcher. Stephen King's first full-length novel since Bag of Bones is, more than anything, a story of how men remember, and how they find their courage. Not since The Stand has King crafted a story of such astonishing range and never before has he contended so frankly with the heart of darkness.

Gold


Gold


$19.84


Stewart Edward White (1873-1946) was an American author. From about 1900 until about 1922, he wrote adventure travel books. Starting in 1922, He and his wife Elizabeth "Betty" Grant White wrote numerous books they claimed were received through channelling with spirits.

Integrated Circuit Cufflinks


Integrated Circuit Cufflinks


$249.99


This pair of sterling silver integrated circuit microchip cufflinks is highly detailed. Each cufflink measures approximately 3/4 of an inch long, 3/4 of an inch wide, with a straight post and whale style back. This is a perfect gift for police officers, corrections officers and court employees.

Japanese Clothing


Japanese Clothing


$19.99


Purchase includes free access to book updates online and a free trial membership in the publisher's book club where you can select from more than a million books without charge. Chapters: Japanese School Uniform, List of Japanese Clothing, Kimono, Yukata, Obi, Kanzashi, Hakama, Fundoshi, Japanese Armour, JÅ?nihitoe, Mawashi, Rakusu, Senninbari, Shaku, Haramaki, Kosode, Tomesode, Jinbei, Jo-E, Tatami-DÅ? Furisode, Kesa, Happi, Suneate, Uwa-Obi, Sokutai, Kiahan, Kate-Bukuro, Kaginawa, Hanten, Hadagi, Samue, Uchi-Bukuro, Uwagi, Kubi Bukuro, Shirizaya, Wakibiki, KappÅ?gi, Tsujigahana. Excerpt: The kimono ) is a Japanese traditional garment worn by women, men and children. The word "kimono", which literally means a "thing to wear" (ki "wear" and mono "thing"), has come to denote these full-length robes. The standard plural of the word kimono in English is kimonos, but the unmarked Japanese plural kimono is also sometimes used. Kimonos are T-shaped, straight-lined robes worn so that the hem falls to the ankle, with attached collars and long, wide sleeves. Kimonos are wrapped around the body, always with the left side over the right (except when dressing the dead for burial), and secured by a sash called an obi, which is tied at the back. Kimonos are generally worn with traditional footwear (especially zri or geta) and split-toe socks (tabi). Today, kimonos are most often worn by women, and on special occasions. Traditionally, unmarried women wore a style of kimono called furisode, with almost floor-length sleeves, on special occasions. A few older women and even fewer men still wear the kimono on a daily basis. Men wear the kimono most often at weddings, tea ceremonies, and other very special or very formal occasions. Professional sumo wrestlers are often seen in the kimono because they are required to wear traditional Japanese dress whenever appearing in public. As the kimono has another name gofuku, literally "clothes of Wu ()"), t.

Bondage a la Carte


Bondage a la Carte


$7


Jurgen von Stuka, NOOK Book (eBook), English-language edition, Pub by Pink Flamingo Publications on 06-06-2014

Licking Her Boots


Licking Her Boots


$5


Femdom Short Stories. No man can resist them. Whether it's Ali in ALI-LUST, the gorgeous girl next door looking for a fresh boy toy to tie down with duct tape, or a leather and lace nymph named Malificent in ROADSIDE ASSISTANCE, stalking virgins on a lonely highway or Monica, in FLEXING an exotic dancer at the Rocket Fire Club, every female featured in this hot, sexy collection of stories is born to be worshipped. Some of their victims go down easy, like the husband in RESTITUTION caught with his pants down. He must bend over for some strict discipline before being allowed to crawl and beg forgiveness from his wife, Veronica. Others take slavery hard, like the arrogant manager in HARRASSMENT who finds himself seduced and ultimately turned into little more than a naked, simpering pet by femme fatale Jillian. She gives new meaning to sexual harassment. Some find submission by surprise, like the lucky biker who loses his way in the woods in the story TRIPLE B: BABES, BOOBS and A BIKE, only to find himself naked, spread-eagled and under the complete control of a pair of gorgeous, whip wielding, cock-hungry bitches. These women all know what they want and they are going to have it. Absolute obedience and total submission. Whips and chains, anal intrusion, verbal humiliation and dog training are the preferred tools for some, while others prefer to take their little boy sluts down with a single cold glare, that fearsome look in the eye that promises all the terror they can imagine. Others are out to play-as long as it's their game, their rules. In their world, men know one reality. Naked compliance. Strict bondage. Grovelling: doing everything in their power to satisfy theirgoddesses. Graphic bdsm content.

Little Fuzzy


Little Fuzzy


$3.99


Jack Holloway found himself squinting, the orange sun full in his eyes. He raised a hand to push his hat forward, then lowered it to the controls to alter the pulse rate of the contragravity-field generators and lift the manipulator another hundred feet. For a moment he sat, puffing on the short pipe that had yellowed the corners of his white mustache, and looked down at the red rag tied to a bush against the rock face of the gorge five hundred yards away. He was smiling in anticipation."This'll be a good one," he told himself aloud, in the manner of men who have long been their own and only company. "I want to see this one go up."He always did. He could remember at least a thousand blast-shots he had fired back along the years and on more planets than he could name at the moment, including a few thermonuclears, but they were all different and they were always something to watch, even a little one like this. Flipping the switch, his thumb found the discharger button and sent out a radio impulse; the red rag vanished in an upsurge of smoke and dust that mounted out of the gorge and turned to copper when the sunlight touched it. The big manipulator, weightless on contragravity, rocked gently; falling debris pelted the trees and splashed in the little stream. He waited till the machine stabilized, then glided it down to where he had ripped a gash in the cliff with the charge of cataclysmite. Good shot: brought down a lot of sandstone, cracked the vein of flint and hadn't thrown it around too much. A lot of big slabs were loose. Extending the forward claw-arms, he pulled and tugged, and then used the underside grapples to pick up a chunk and drop it on the flat ground between the cliff and the stream. He dropped another chunk on it, breaking both of them, and then another and another, until he had all he could work over the rest of the day. Then he set down, got the toolbox and the long-handled contragravity lifter, and climbed to the ground where he opened the

Little Fuzzy


Little Fuzzy


$0.99


Jack Holloway found himself squinting, the orange sun full in his eyes. He raised a hand to push his hat forward, then lowered it to the controls to alter the pulse rate of the contragravity-field generators and lift the manipulator another hundred feet. For a moment he sat, puffing on the short pipe that had yellowed the corners of his white mustache, and looked down at the red rag tied to a bush against the rock face of the gorge five hundred yards away. He was smiling in anticipation."This'll be a good one," he told himself aloud, in the manner of men who have long been their own and only company. "I want to see this one go up."He always did. He could remember at least a thousand blast-shots he had fired back along the years and on more planets than he could name at the moment, including a few thermonuclears, but they were all different and they were always something to watch, even a little one like this. Flipping the switch, his thumb found the discharger button and sent out a radio impulse; the red rag vanished in an upsurge of smoke and dust that mounted out of the gorge and turned to copper when the sunlight touched it. The big manipulator, weightless on contragravity, rocked gently; falling debris pelted the trees and splashed in the little stream. He waited till the machine stabilized, then glided it down to where he had ripped a gash in the cliff with the charge of cataclysmite. Good shot: brought down a lot of sandstone, cracked the vein of flint and hadn't thrown it around too much. A lot of big slabs were loose. Extending the forward claw-arms, he pulled and tugged, and then used the underside grapples to pick up a chunk and drop it on the flat ground between the cliff and the stream. He dropped another chunk on it, breaking both of them, and then another and another, until he had all he could work over the rest of the day. Then he set down, got the toolbox and the long-handled contragravity lifter, and climbed to the ground where he opened the

Lost Face


Lost Face


$32.99


It was the end. Subienkow had travelled a long trail of bitterness and horror, homing like a dove for the capitals of Europe, and here, farther away than ever, in Russian America, the trail ceased. He sat in the snow, arms tied behind him, waiting the torture. He stared curiously before him at a huge Cossack, prone in the snow, moaning in his pain. The men had finished handling the giant and turned him over to the women. That they exceeded the fiendishness of the men, the man's cries attested.

Lost Face


Lost Face


$26.75


It was the end. Subienkow had travelled a long trail of bitterness and horror, homing like a dove for the capitals of Europe, and here, farther away than ever, in Russian America, the trail ceased. He sat in the snow, arms tied behind him, waiting the torture. He stared curiously before him at a huge Cossack, prone in the snow, moaning in his pain. The men had finished handling the giant and turned him over to the women. That they exceeded the fiendishness of the men, the man's cries attested.

Lost Face


Lost Face


$10.95


It was the end. Subienkow had travelled a long trail of bitterness and horror, homing like a dove for the capitals of Europe, and here, farther away than ever, in Russian America, the trail ceased. He sat in the snow, arms tied behind him, waiting the torture. He stared curiously before him at a huge Cossack, prone in the snow, moaning in his pain. The men had finished handling the giant and turned him over to the women. That they exceeded the fiendishness of the men, the man's cries attested.

Lost Face


Lost Face


$26.95


It was the end. Subienkow had travelled a long trail of bitterness and horror, homing like a dove for the capitals of Europe, and here, farther away than ever, in Russian America, the trail ceased. He sat in the snow, arms tied behind him, waiting the torture. He stared curiously before him at a huge Cossack, prone in the snow, moaning in his pain. The men had finished handling the giant and turned him over to the women. That they exceeded the fiendishness of the men, the man's cries attested.

Lost Face


Lost Face


$30.75


It was the end. Subienkow had travelled a long trail of bitterness and horror, homing like a dove for the capitals of Europe, and here, farther away than ever, in Russian America, the trail ceased. He sat in the snow, arms tied behind him, waiting the torture. He stared curiously before him at a huge Cossack, prone in the snow, moaning in his pain. The men had finished handling the giant and turned him over to the women. That they exceeded the fiendishness of the men, the man's cries attested.

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