Dallas
Leaving in the early morning, my mother has been up leaving messages for Rya to just call hey, Cash, Caleb, Carson all call yn leaving messages, but she’s not answering any of our calls
leaves us all unsettled. It isn’t like her not to answer her phone.
This loonven
The full of laughs along the Weather is a funny wall when he wants to de
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we when he is his stres befree he met my mother. He alors sorts off the stre. “I realy shouldn’t be salinng you this” or “firm well your mother, but
himself it’s qu
we never heard before as he looks on the winden, langhing t me spent with my Sacher that I haven’t had in a long time.
The smow mew changes to ram that bothers and whips against the windshari, making the pagitway look washed in a tube of acnee. The wandshard wepers sosh inst and famous back and Seth working to keep up with the dringe
The hybring is so close all our hair stands on end it’s as if nature is having a great big
Demper tantrum at the moment
Stegging along the way for food and gas has any webres keeging their distance that we bump into. Not one aggroaches us. They leave us alone, we leave them alome it’s a written
mule to bighway driving
No wolves land
pulling off the highway now has us in territory that we aren’t familiar
into
The time crands by as the rain still beats down against wipers that are fariously trying to keep up. Flooding, turning fields into small lakes, the weather warming slightly I should be able to taste it in the air, but all I smell is Caleb’s ass. He had three burritos that didn’t agree with his stomach and we had no choice but to roll the windows down as he kept apologizing for how rotten he smells
“It’s not like I can hold that in. I’ll get cramps Caleb says as he lets another one rumble out of him that pollutes the air with a gagging quality.
“Sorry.” He’s waving his hand in front of him. “I think I can taste the burrito in it Smacking his lips together, he scrunches his nose, but I know secretly he likes to sm
himself
My father turns around in his seat, reaching a giant hand toward Caleb’s neck, pulling him by his shirt so their eyes meet. My father says no words, but Caleb understands he’s not to let us taste what his ass is serving up
Chapter 151
A little longer in the trip, he’s now holding his stomach, looking pale, begging for me to stop so he can defile a toilet beyond cleaning.
“Please stop. I don’t think I can hold it any longer.” He’s sweating. My father’s trying not to laugh, but ev ow and then he lets a little chuckle out as we pass by a gas station. That one looked too lean for me; I’m trying to find one that’s old, worn down, where even the soap container looks too dirty to wash your hands after.
We’ll stop at the next one, I promise.” I can hear his stomach gurgling loudly as he groans to himself.
He’s deep in a mind’s concentration not to fill his underwear.
Finally finding the perfect spot, we stop to stretch, get gas, and have Caleb expel those burritos. The bathroom that he’s using is not clean, I can even smell it before he enters it. My father and I laugh at his expense.
“I feel dirty.” That’s all Caleb says before slamming the door shut.
A car pulls up for gas that’s the same car that was at our pack house. The wolf gets out, going to the gas pump before stopping to look around. I’m still pumping my gas as I wave hello to him. With a speed that surprises me, he gets back into his car, driving away quickly. I guess we’ll have a “welcome to our territory” party at the packhouse.
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