This book chronicles the career of Joe Pecoraro, internationally known and respected for his years as the head of the chicago Park District Lifeguard Service. Joe tells stories of heroism, camaraderie, and humor from his early days as a lifeguard in Chicago until his retirement after more than 50 years of service. Much of the history of Chicago's lakefront is intermingled with funny and compelling stories about the characters who protected millions of swimmers over the years. Joe tells about the early days of special Chicago lakefront events such as the world famous Air & Water Show, Venetian Night, the Chicago Triathlon, the spectacular fireworks displays, and many more. Joe shares with readers his amazing experiences with the Special Olympics, the US Lifesaving Association, a visit to the Whit House, and, of course, his years of work with children and lifeguards in all areas of aquatics.

Enjoy this humorous and heartwarming contemporary fireman baby daddy story from authors Angel Devlin and Tracy Lorraine. I get so much pussy I’m surprised I’ve not been given charitable status as a pet rescue. Aiden My best friend needs rescuing from herself. She’s about to jump headfirst into a decision that’s going to change her life forever and she’s going about it the wrong way. She’s been my left-hand woman for years but is it possible that I’ve never seen what’s right in front of me? Did I lose myself living the high life my reputation as a fireman comes with? As things start to heat up, I soon realise this is one inferno that I’m not going to be able to put out! KEYWORDS: baby daddy, contemporary, friends-to-lovers, humorous, fun read, series, complete series, fireman, firefighter, rescue, men in uniform. Kaylie My best friend has always been by my side, but as my thirtieth approaches, my ideas for what my life should be by now seem further away than ever. I want a husband, a home, and 2.4 kids. My only problem is the closest I’m getting is a number of horrendous dates. But could the answer be closer than I realise? Aiden keeps rescuing me, but is he about to light my fire?

WWII has broken out and the Japanese are sweeping down through the Pacific Islands towards Australia and are seemingly unstoppable. Utilising the specialised skills in tracking and bush survival Joe had learnt in his youth going walkabout with the aboriginals on his fathers 4 million acre cattle station in far north Western Australia, Joe is made an officer and put in command of a team of twelve highly trained men. These men are part of an elite force called the Australian Jungle Survival and Rescue Detachment. Their missions are to rescue any Allied airmen shot down by the enemy over New Guinea and surrounding Pacific islands. They are flown to the crash sites in a C47 transport plane with an escort of fighter planes, and under cover of night parachute into enemy held territory to search for and rescue any survivors, who they then take to the coast for extraction by submarine, seaplane or destroyer. Extract from novel...The night was so sultry and humid I could have cut it with a knife, and so dark it was impossible to see my hand in front of my face as I parachuted towards the invisible jungle somewhere two thousand feet below me. My chute was made from black silk and it was invisible against the night sky above me, and with no moon and stars to illuminate the night, I felt like I was falling down a bottomless, black well. The drone of the perfectly good aeroplane we had just jumped from was gradually diminishing into the distance, until the only sounds were the sigh and rush of wind passing through the many cords attached to the parachute. Somewhere above and behind me were twelve other men, my team of highly trained specialists in jungle warfare and survival, and in all likelihood experiencing the same emotions and trepidation as I was. Our mission was to locate and extract any survivors from a crashed American bomber that had been shot down by Japanese zeros yesterday. If any survivors were found, we would make our way to the coast for extraction by submarine that was hopefully heading towards the coordinates of the pickup point at this very moment. Since I had jumped from the C47 I had been mentally counting down the seconds, and with the jungle canopy now racing towards me at break neck speed, I braced myself as I stalled the parachute to lessen the impact of colliding with the trees and branches any second. As the sudden and violent impact drove the wind from my lungs I was unaware I had been holding my breath until I exhaled loudly. I tried to curl myself into a ball to avoid injuring myself as I fell through the tree canopy with a loud crash and crack of breaking branches and covered my face with one arm as I was whipped and slashed by the passing branches and leaves. The parachute finally became snagged in the high branches and I jerked to a sudden stop and hung suspended from my harness. I fumbled for the quick release catches on my pack strapped to my front and letting it fall listened intently for the sound of impact with the ground. Counting the seconds I was surprised to only count to five before I heard the dull thud. I was closer to the ground than I would have thought and thanked my lucky stars the chute got caught up just when it did. My next task was to release the chute harness and climb down the tree I was caught in without falling and injuring myself. I had a small torch in one of the pockets of my flak jacket and when I shone it around and below me, I saw what I was looking for. Just off to my right, and ten feet below, was a stout branch that I hoped would support my weight. I took a deep breath and then put the torch between my teeth before punching the quick release catch of my harness. As I fell the branch flashed past me and I grabbed at it with both hands and hung onto it tightly for dear life. My arms felt like they had been ripped from their sockets and I quickly swung a leg over the branch and hauled myself up onto it and sat astride it while I caught my breath and tried to calm my madly racing heart. I adjusted the straps securing the Sten gun to my chest then began to slide and pull myself along the branch to the trunk of the massive rainforest tree. Ten minutes later I was safely on the ground, none the worse for my descent except for some skin missing off my left knee, which must have happened when I first hit the branches plummeting through the canopy. I removed the gun from around my neck and cocking it held it at the ready as I shone the torch about in case I had fallen into the midst of a Japanese patrol, as had happened on one of my rescue missions several months ago. Luckily the six Japanese soldiers at the time were so startled and terrified by my sudden and noisy appearance from above, I had been able to quickly despatch them with my machine gun before they could even get a shot off. Luckily I was alone, and breathing a sigh of relief I then searched for my survival pack with my spare ammunition, medical kit, water and food rations. Quickly locating it near the trunk, I put it on my back then pulled my compass out from beneath my shirt. I always hung it from my neck on a strong piece of leather thonging so I didnt lose it, as it would be easy to get hopelessly lost in the dense jungle, especially when it was overcast. From the coordinates sent out to base by the radio operator of the mortally hit bomber, I knew I had to maintain a course of 280 degrees from my location, and walk for at least a mile or so before hopefully finding the wrecked plane and any survivors. But first I had to find all of my team members before beginning the search. That was usually a difficult and time-consuming task, as we would be scattered across the jungle in a long line. We had a method of finding each other that had worked perfectly on the hundreds of missions we had so far accomplished. We each had a small, round, tin fox-whistle hanging from the dog tags around our necks, and when it was blown it made the sound of a rabbit in distress. To the enemy it would be just another of the hundreds of animal noises to be heard in the jungle at night, but to us it was like a beacon in the night as the shrill, distinctive sound carried a long way.

During the early years of the Vietnam War, several small cadres of men served their country and their fellow comrades-in-arms from a remote airbase cut out of the jungles of northeast Thailand. The base was named Nakhon Phanom Royal Thai Air Force Base, but the men assigned there had a special name for it: "Naked Fanny." Initially they were assigned to rescue military pilots shot down over Laos or forced to leave their aircraft over Thailand. But as the war expanded, their mission changed and they were asked to fly into hostile situations in North Vietnam, making numerous rescues--detailed here by the pilots who flew them and those who were rescued. This is a story that has never been told in its entirety but is an integral part of U.S. Air Force aviation history. Scott Harrington has compiled and written the story of those early years of the Vietnam War at the little base just west of the town of Nakhon Phanom, Thailand. After reading it, you'll understand why these fragile aircraft and the men who flew them were often referred to as "Blades of wood - Men of steel."

Sergeant Mahon of the Mounted Police is missing; he had been sent to the foothills west of Edmonton where only Indians lived. Blue Pete is asked to search and rescue the Sergeant-if the Indians have done anything to the Mountie then they will all pay with their lives swears the half-breed. "If yuh sent the Mounties after the Sergeant they'd never git him alive," said Blue Pete. "Them Neches 'ud do him in quick, an' thar's a million places to bury him whar nobody'd ever find him. I'm goin' to git him, Inspector. If they've done for him thar'll be so many notches on my guns I'll have to git new ones to hold 'em." This was the prelude to another of Blue Pete's amazing escapades-one which will undoubtedly thrill the many thousands to whom Blue Pete is known as the most popular and colourful cowboy in fiction.

Cult hero, radio personality, and internet maven, Mr. Skin has penned the essential guide to celebrity nudity in a combination of hard, reliable data and hilarious, captivating entertainment.

The turn of the twenty-first century has witnessed an eruption of nonfiction films on sex work. The first book to examine a cross-section of this diverse and transnational body of work, Sexography confronts the ethical questions raised by ethnographic documentary and interviews with sexually marginalized subjects. Nicholas de Villiers argues that carnal and cultural knowledge are inextricably entangled in ethnographic sex work documentaries. De Villiers offers a reading of cinema as a technology of truth and advances a theory of confessional and counterconfessional performance by the interviewed subject who must negotiate both loaded questions and stigma. He pays special attention to the tactical negotiation of power in these films and how cultural and geopolitical shifts have affected sex work and sex workers. Throughout, Sexography analyzes the films of a range of non–sex-worker filmmakers, including Jennie Livingston, Pier Paolo Pasolini, Shohini Ghosh, and Cui Zi’en, as well as films produced by sex workers. In addition, it identifies important parallels and intersections between queer and sex worker rights activist movements and their documentary historiography. De Villiers ultimately demonstrates how commercial sex is intertwined with culture and power. He advocates shifting our approach from scrutinizing the motives of those who sell sex to examining the motives and roles of the filmmakers and transnational audiences creating and consuming films about sex work.

Are you confused by all the advice you hear and see daily on how to "go green"? Do you want to incorporate earth-friendly practices into your life, but you don't know where to start? Don't stress! Green guru Sophie Uliano has sorted through all the eco-info out there and put everything you need to know about living a green lifestyle right at your fingertips. In Gorgeously Green, Sophie offers a simple eight-step program that is an easy and fun way to begin living an earth-friendly life. Each chapter covers topics from beauty to fitness, shopping to your kitchen—even your transportation. Whether it's finding the right lipstick, making dinner, buying gifts, or picking out a hot new outfit, finally, there is a book that tackles your daily eco-challenges with a take-charge plan. Just consider Sophie your go-to girl with all the eco-solutions. Find out how to: Green your entire beauty regime Detoxify your home Indulge in guilt-free shopping Adopt a home fitness routine Prepare eco-licious treats Give your kitchen a green makeover Become more aware of your impact on the earth The book's dozens and dozens of eco-friendly tips, products, and practices combine to form a treasure trove of practical advice for every possible way to become stylishly green. Your questions about dressing, makeup, eating, shopping, cleaning, travel, and more are all answered right here. Adopting a green lifestyle is among the most positive, forward-thinking, and personally fulfilling choices that anyone can make—and Gorgeously Green shows that it doesn't have to be tedious, time-consuming, or glamourless!

Barry Stackly is a high school senior with a unique secret. Uncontrollable impulses cause him to hide naked around women. The risk is intoxicating until he’s caught. Psychologists term this behavior as voyeur-exhibitionist. He craves intimacy with women, but does not understand how to go about this. He feels safe in his hiding places as an unseen observer. Frustration arises because he wants to be the object of desire, yet watch from a distance. His shyness and shame do not allow a girlfriend. Yet he does finally ask a girl to the prom, but this does not go well.