I expected it to go to voice mail,” Mark said sounding surprised to actually get him that morning.“Not this morning. I’m sitting on the crapper ...nd have nothing better to do, than to shit and talk to you,” Dexter said. He pressed his lips together and blew so that it made a sound like he was passing gas. When he quit, he moaned, “Ah! I feel like I’m gonna pass a big one.”“I don’t need to know that kind of shit,” Mark said, without realizing he had made a rather unfortunate play on words.“It’s. "Go back to sleep," she whispered. "I'll see you in the morning. Merry Christmas."He watched her leave without another word and remained lying on his back with his softening cock still exposed from his pajamas. He pulled his pajamas back up and pulled up the covers as his sleepy brain still tried to comprehend what had just happened. He drifted off to sleep wondering again if he hadn't just dreamed the whole thing.The next morning started early with a big breakfast and the family gift exchange.. Yes, Mother’s propensity for vitriolic arguments was one of the reasons why her daughters sat in the very back during long road trips, but it was far from the main reason. It started ten months ago. I’d awoken one night to the sound of Josie shifting noisily on the bunk above me. Curious, I’d climbed the ladder, and peaked over the edge. “Wha’cha doing?” I whispered. Josie’s blonde head poked out from the covers, her big blue eyes narrowed in irritation. “Flicking the bean, what does it sound. A Garcian healer looked up, and indicated another door, closed, at the end of the hall. He continued through, taking care not to tread on any limbs from the groaning bodies that littered the floor.The sight that confronted him sent a chill down his spine. On the bed lay Rada, a heavy bandage over her chest. Two drips were strung above her, one for saline, the other for blood plasma. Another tube drained her chest cavity and a monitor registered her vitals on a shelf behind her head. She looked.